Ancient poems about insects

The ancient poems about insects are:

Tonight, through the green screen window, I know that spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh.

Moonlit Night/jathyapple

Tang Liu Fang Ping

Frost grass ash insect scissors, people in the south of the village are absolutely lost in the north.

Country night

Tang Bai Juyi

Fluttering cold, insects are surprised.

Pipa tour

Tangniuzun

Deep in the bamboo forest where insects buzz, sometimes the weather is cool and there is no wind.

Chasing coolness on a summer night

Song Yang Wanli

When you see the slightest difference, the feather flies.

Summer night sigh

Don du fu

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth is not mature.

Yan's poems show Liu Sou.

Tang Bai Juyi

Dark insects ring late on the autumn wall, and Murphy frost doesn't send cold clothes.

Autumn serenade

Tang Zhang Su Zhong

Looking for chapters and sentences, old carving insects, Xiao Yue hanging a jade bow as a curtain.

Thirteen poems in Nanyuan

Don Lihe

It's hard to sleep in the wind and rain, and it's even colder.

Yan bie zai Juan Jiang yue he you inn

Tian Xiang, Wen Song

I am afraid that poisonous fog will meet snake grass, and I am afraid that sand worms will avoid mud.

Chenling south road middle building

Don Li Deyu

At midnight, when I was lying there and couldn't even hear the sound of an insect, the moon in the mountains came into my door with her pure light.

rock

Tang hanyu

Worm, worm, worm

evict

Pre-Qin anonymous

What are the weeds crying about? The lonely geese are alone in the south.

Two miscellaneous poems

Wei Cao Jin pi

Dirty piano books with mud, even catching flying insects and hitting people.

Nine quatrains

Don du fu

Jiuquan lonely buried autumn insects, wet clouds and weeds sang Qiu Si.

Yanmen satrap

Tangzhuang south steet

There is neither chastity nor honest and frank, and there is a worm hanging behind it.

pine

Don

Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.

All kinds of feelings

Huang Qing Ren Jing

There are no fallen leaves in Xiao Xuan, but caterpillars spit autumn silk.

Three songs in autumn

close

Worm silk has covered all the leaves in Huang Kui, and the evening breeze on the other side of Gaohua is silent.

Pastoral varieties in autumn

Fan Song Chengda

Singing is as bitter as waiting for insects in autumn, and Meng Han magpies frequently scare the night.

Autumn embrace

Jin yuan Wen Hao

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