1. Poems about the Pearl Bird
Feng Jicai wrote the article "Pearl Bird". It is recommended that you try to rewrite one yourself based on the following poems.
"Fly" Bo Chen
Some lives see the danger of the road clearly
One after another they grow wings and leap to the water-washed sky
Sometimes We can't blame the birds for leaving
This small body is really destroyed at the touch
Besides, there is not much high in the sky
On a sunny day, birds fly away.
Leave the cry of fire in the traces of the wings
Make the cold air recognize the body temperature
More often than not, the bird is the tip of the arrow
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Let the aloof sky know the sharpness of flesh
Know that the pain of penetration has no victory
Every bird is a failed hero
The small body will be destroyed as soon as it flies 2. What are the ancient poems about pearl birds
1. "Quatrains" Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.
The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu. Translation: Two orioles sang among the green willow branches, and a row of egrets flew into the high blue sky.
The scenery of Xiling Snow Mountain seems to be embedded in the window, and ships traveling to and from Soochow are moored next to the door. 2. "The Thrush" by Ouyang Xiu in the Song Dynasty. He chirped a thousand times at will, and the mountain flowers were red and purple, and the trees were high and low.
I just realized that listening to the lock in a golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest. Translation: When I came to the woods, I saw thrushes flying freely on the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers, and heard them singing happily to their heart's content on the high and low treetops.
I can’t help but sigh: If they were locked up, even in expensive bird cages, they would not sing such beautiful songs. Because freedom is a prerequisite for a happy life.
Birds are like this, aren’t people the same? 3. "Early Wild Geese" by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty. The strings of the golden river opened in the middle of autumn, and the clouds flew away in mourning. The moonlight on the fairy palm passed by, and the lamp on the long gate dimmed and a few sounds came.
It should be noted that Hu Qi is here one after another, how can he chase the spring breeze one by one? Don't hate Xiaoxiang, a place with few people and plenty of water, wild rice and berry moss on the banks. Translation: In August, the Uighur soldiers on the border drew their bows and shot arrows. The geese were frightened and flew away in all directions, wailing again and again.
On a moonlit night, a solitary goose flew past the Chenglu Celestial Palm, and its whine reached the dim Nagato Palace. You should know that war is raging in the north, and you will never be able to return home with the spring breeze.
Please don’t dislike the sparsely populated area in Xiaoxiang. The wild rice and green moss by the water can protect you from hunger and cold. 4. "Birdsong Stream" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fell and the night was quiet and the spring mountains were empty.
When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. Translation: There are few people moving, only the sweet-scented osmanthus falls silently, and the valley is quiet and empty at night in spring.
The bright moon rises and shines brightly, startling the birds in the mountains, flying high and singing in the spring stream from time to time. 5. "Quequatrains" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty. Chiri, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and plants.
The swallows fly when the mud melts, and the mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand. The blue birds in the river are more than white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are about to burn.
This spring has come and gone, and when will it be the return year? Translation: The mountains and rivers are bathed in spring light, so beautiful, and the spring breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and plants.
Swallows are busy building nests with wet mud in their mouths, and pairs of mandarin ducks are sleeping on the warm sand. Baidu Encyclopedia - Four Quatrains Baidu Encyclopedia - Thrush Bird Baidu Encyclopedia - Birdsong Stream. 3. Describe my good feelings towards the guinea bird
Place it in a simple cage made of bamboo strips, with a roll of hay inside. It is a comfortable and warm nest for the little bird.
I hung it in front of the window, where there was also an unusually lush pot of French spider plants. I covered the birdcage with the long hanging vines of Chlorophytum, strung with small green leaves. They were as safe as hiding in a deep jungle; the thin and bright sound like a flute came from it, It was extremely relaxed and comfortable.
I just smiled and kept writing, and it ran boldly onto the manuscript paper and jumped around the tip of my pen; its beating little red paws made a clicking sound on the paper.
I wrote calmly, silently enjoying the close affection of this little guy.
The pen in my hand stopped unconsciously, for fear of scaring it away. 4. Comments on some sentences of "Pearl Bird"
"Pearl Bird"
Great! A friend gave me a pair of pearl birds. It is placed in a simple cage made of bamboo strips with a roll of hay inside. It is a comfortable and warm nest for the little bird.
Some people say that this is a bird that is afraid of people.
I hung it in front of the window. There was also a pot of French spider plant that was extremely lush. I used the long hanging vines of the spider plant with small green leaves to cover the birdcage. They were as safe as hiding in the deep jungle, and the flute came from it. The thin and bright cry of a child makes it particularly relaxed and comfortable.
The sun shines in from the window, and through here, the countless fingernail-shaped leaves of the Chlorophytum are half shadowed and half illuminated, like jasper, mottled and bustling with business. The shadows of the birds flicker vaguely in the middle, and they can't be seen completely. Sometimes you can't even see the cage, but you can see their cute little bright red beaks sticking out from the green leaves.
I rarely peel back the leaves to look at them, but they gradually dare to stick out their little heads and look at me. This is how we got to know each other little by little.
Three months later, a high-pitched and delicate cry came from the increasingly lush green vines. I guessed that they had babies. What about me? Never open the leaves to look inside, and even when adding food and water, don't open your curious eyes to disturb them. Not long after, a little head suddenly poked out from among the leaves. Even younger, Hina! It's this little guy!
It is small and can easily get out of a sparse cage.
Look, how much like its mother