1. What are the poems about praising butterflies?
1. Beyond the dust of cicadas, butterflies dream of water and clouds. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Pan Xiangjiang" Song Zhang Xiaoxiang
Translation: With noble aspirations and far-away interests, he is like an autumn cicada shedding its shell in the mud and floating outside the dust, and like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of turning into a butterfly, Flying gracefully in the land of light water and leisurely clouds.
2. After the light rain, the thin wings are greasy and smoky. Only then did I accompany You Feng to the small courtyard, and then followed Fei Xu across the east wall. Growing up is busy with flowers. ——"Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterfly" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Translation: After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, which are wet and greasy, shimmer in the setting sun. It just flew into the small courtyard with the bees, and crossed the east wall with the catkins, often rushing for flowers.
3. Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers (Part 6)"
Translation: The lush flowers of Huang Si's natal family covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent their branches low to the ground. The colorful butterflies are always flying among the fragrant flowers, and the soft and free oriole is singing happily.
4. The fence is sparsely one path deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty, "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the trees are falling one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed shade. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
5. The bomb broke Zhuang Zhou’s dream, riding the east wind with two wings, and plucked three hundred famous gardens and emptied them all. Who knows how to be romantic and frighten the bees seeking beauty? Flying gently, it fanned the flower seller across the bridge. ——"Drunken Heaven·Ode to the Big Butterfly" by Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty
Translation: Breaking through Zhuang Zhou's dream and coming to reality, his huge wings are riding the mighty east wind. It collected all the nectar in three hundred famous gardens. Who knew it was a naturally romantic species and scared away the bees collecting nectar. The wings flapped gently, sending the flower sellers across the bridge to the east. 2. Ancient poems praising birds
Quatrains Du Fu Two orioles singing in green willows A row of egrets ascending the blue sky window Containing Xiling Qianqiu Snow Gate Mooring at Dongwu Wanli Ship Goose Goose bends its neck to the sky and sings with white feathers floating green Water anthurium plucks the clear waves of the Xijiang River and the moon. Xin Qiji walks along the yellow sand road at night and the bright moon leaves the branches startling magpies. The breeze blows and cicadas chirp in the middle of the night.
The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.
In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. A spring trip to Qiantang Lake by Bai Juyi North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.
In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.
My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment. Saixiaqu Lu Lun The black geese fly high in the moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night.
In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife. Birds in the Tianshan Mountains disappeared, and all traces of people disappeared.
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"Poems About Birds" Bochen "Fly" Some lives see the dangers of the road and grow wings one after another and leap to the water to wash away milk? Sometimes we cannot blame the bird for leaving. This small body is so real It is destroyed at a touch, not to mention that there are not many good weather days at high altitudes. The birds fly and leave the traces of their wings. The cry of fire makes the cold air recognize the body temperature. More often, the bird is the tip of the arrow, letting the lonely sky know the meat. Sharpness knows the pain of penetration. Birds have no success. Every bird is a failed hero. The small body is destroyed in one flight. "Love". The long days testify that the wind and clouds are matchmakers. Love begins at high altitude. The two birds stop in the air. The lips that keep colliding are beyond. The meaning of kissing, their happiness is to keep picking each other's hot body up in their mouths, so that the thirsty life will not crash in the selfless love. The fluttering wings of the flowers far away are the open petals, so that the other party can claim happiness in the fragrance of flesh and blood. Choose among the woods. When the sun is abundant, one bird grabs the scalp of another bird and makes love. Let love know pain and wake up when it is most likely to be dizzy. "Crying" When the hailstorm has passed, a group of birds fall from the branches and the birds' hearts tremble when they think of their lives. Sometimes we call that sound bird song. We sit under it and listen to it. Listening to the melody it picks up from the friction of the clouds, we are intoxicated and even develop a lustful song. When a person crying with bird-like vocal cords can directly Sitting in the sound of birds, his ears were highly consistent with the sound of birds, and he understood the beautiful and desperate sorrow. It was a sacrifice of life, pierced from the chest of the whole bird, like a funeral, like a tearing "Wound", the delicate flesh The blade is only prepared for the strong wind. Because the weak birds never leave the mountains and rivers, just a wing away. An old bird's wings collapsed. The bird's body is too small. I can't see the blood, can't see its scars, and can't hear the cry. It's indifferent. Standing quietly on the branch, watching other birds carrying their lives around in the clouds, the strong wind suddenly rises. The old bird is pushed off the branch. The false flight makes it fall into dust. A cluster of fallen feathers soars into the sky to choose the last freedom. I can see a tearful pupil. Who makes Liu Bang's sentences whistle on the bird? "Death" The bird's life is still unable to stay away from the darkness, so it makes frightening murmurs in its dreams. The story of powerful human hunting birds. Their oaths can be broken, they can be sacrificed, but they will not die. Sometimes we see a bird flying and then disappearing. That bird has already begun to say goodbye. They are in an unknown place. Time and place die as a mockery of them. Throw the body into the darkness and let the sky-blue thoughts fade into the flowing wind and into the flying clouds. Let future generations see through the essentials of flying. Birds can fly or cannot fly. You landed on my balcony and I watched you. You also looked at me and said nothing to each other. Let's see what each other is going to do. What can we do? You said that the cold north is stretching out behind you in the morning. Lonely guy, what's wrong with you? You're listless and stayed out all night at the bar. Are you afraid of traffic jams and getting up early? Can the broken eyes that pass through the city at work still be intact? You stand on the balcony of my house and continue to fly or can't fly. I have nothing to do and pretend to guess about your life. Crow, smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment." - Sincerely This poem is dedicated to my friend Wu Ya. She cannot forget the crow's feathers, just like she cannot forget the night. Simply light a cigarette. The burning place is the crow's eye. Smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment, although the sunset has taken away my lover's skirt, and the night has stolen my eyes.
The harp is left, but the wind has no fingers. When the cigarette is finished, happiness ends. The passing time, the falling ashes fall happily. The songbird and the woodpecker (allegorical poem) Pests and diseases in Kong Fei's forest The diseased trees are becoming more and more serious. The diseased trees are swaying in the wind. The woodpeckers are flying and shouting: "I'm coming, I'm coming -" What a loving voice and such a beautiful song that only the descendants of the warblers can sing. With such a beautiful singing voice, this fledgling woodpecker hid it from the doctor's father. He came from a family of doctors and had a first diagnosis, but he forgot to bring the surgical knife. The disease grew and spread in the skin of the diseased tree, but it could not be treated. The kindness in his ears was still there. The voice of "I'm coming, I'm coming." The voice was no longer pleasant and pleasant, and gradually became hoarse. The warbler gave him a beautiful singing voice, but he ruined it so that it didn't look like it. What's the use of such a woodpecker-- Listen to the singing and you can hear that there are no songs of warblers. The mothers of the warblers have raised the children of the woodpeckers. The children of the woodpeckers have learned the art of surviving as a woodpecker from their fathers. The warblers have paid the price in their children. Before he was born, he was dumped by the woodpecker's parents, so that he sang beautifully and was born in death. The forest is so beautiful. The woodpeckers saved the forest. In the "toot" sound of the woodpecker, did you hear the bloody cry of the warbler? Counterfeiters are indispensable in the world. There are also many unknown heroes in the world. They use all their body and mind to cultivate the descendants of rebellious heroes. "A Trace of Poetry Journey" · Birds of spring. Birds of spring, love sings in the green woods.
Your singing has the rhythm of spring. Your song praises the warmth of the sun.
Your songs give the earth hope for new life.
Spring bird, only you can sing the song of spring.
Your song awakens the gloomy hibernating woods, and the hibernating soil... Birds of spring, I love to hear the songs you sing. I would like to become a spring bird, and fly all over the free, sunny, green woods with your songs at dawn.
"Crow" 1: Dressed in gray and black all the year round, not paying attention to the fact that even rural teachers are dressed in polished clothes these days. In fact, they are not stupid, but they are unwilling to join in the fun and say some sweet and auspicious words. They only want to be a good person. A conscientious poet. 3. What are the poems praising the "Eagle"?
1. The heart is so bold in the sky, and there is no reason to want to soar. When the blue sky of thousands of miles is finally gone, I don’t know who is the one who can solve the problem. ——Cui Xuan, "Ode to the Eagle on the Stand"
Definition: The mind is in the sky, but the body is stuck on the stand. I want to take off but there is no opportunity or conditions. In the end, it will always soar into the blue sky, but I don’t know who will be the one to untie the rope.
2. The eagle's wings are as fast as the wind, and its claws are as sharp as cones. ——Bai Juyi's "Eagle Flying"
Definition: The eagle spreads its wings very quickly, and its talons are as sharp as awls.
3. ?The body and mind are like cunning rabbits, and the side eyes are like sad beards. ——Du Fu's "Painting the Eagle"
Definition: Raising his body, he wants to hunt the cunning rabbit; he looks sideways, his eyes deep and sharp.
4. The snow-clawed starry eyes are rare in the world, and the sky is just waiting to shake the sweater. ——Gao Yue's "Eagle Ode"
Interpretation: Its claws are as white as snow, its eyes are as bright as stars, and it is heroic and majestic, rarely seen in the world; it is waiting for the opportunity, fluttering its feathers to fly, but if it doesn't fly, it will. Flying into the sky.
5. A piece of snow flies alone, but you can see autumn hairs a hundred miles away. ——Li Bai's "Two Poems on Watching the White Eagle"
Definition: When flying alone, it is like a huge snowflake, but it can detect hairs hundreds of miles away.
6. Throw a little into the clouds, and sweep the ground with three killing sounds. The green jade gong breaks the chicken's brain, and the black gold claw breaks the rabbit's heart. ——Liu Yuxi's "White Eagle"
Interpretation: The eagle flew away quickly, like a small dot lightly thrown into the clouds, and suddenly it roared three times and flew over the ground, like green jade. The eagle's beak cut open the chicken's brain, and its black-gold claws cut open the rabbit's heart.
7. The claws and feathers kiss the blood and the birds pass away, and I am excited when I look around independently. ——Liu Zongyuan's "Caged Eagle Ci"
Definition: The sharp claws are still hairy, the steel beak is stained with blood, all the birds are hiding, the eagle looks around, no one can match it, and it can't help but be impassioned. 4. How to write a poem about "Colorful Wings"
The text passes through the Gemstone Observation and Communication Station signal soldier Xiao Gao who went home to visit relatives. On the way back from visiting relatives in Heilongjiang, he picked up a carton of small insects and took them back. The story of the island praises the noble character of the island warriors who love the island, take root on the island, and build the island.
This article uses small insects as clues, and "I" unfolds in sequence along with Xiao Gao's experiences on the way to Gemstone Island. Write "I" first. I discovered that when Xiao Gao returned to the island from visiting relatives, he brought back a cardboard box filled with small insects such as butterflies. When he was seasick, he held the cardboard box tightly in his arms. Then write "I" participated in the melon tasting party of the soldiers, heard the extraordinary experience of watermelon, and saw the joy of the soldiers when they tasted the melon. Finally, at dawn the next day, "I" saw a little butterfly facing the rising sun, flapping its colorful wings. Question at the end of the article. The article also cleverly uses the narrative method of interlude to explain the unusual origin of watermelon, making the story more vivid and making the soldiers' affectionate love for the island come to life on the page.