The quatrain Du Fu's two orioles sing Cui Liu and a line of egrets go up to the green skylight, including Xiling Qianqiu Snow Gate berthing Dongwu Wan Li ship goose goose curved neck Xiang Tiange white hair floating green water red palm stirs clear waves Xijiangyue nocturnal Huangsha Road Xin Qiji's bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night.
In the fragrance of rice, it is said that there is a good harvest, and you can hear frogs. In the aroma of rice flowers, people talk about the harvest of the year, the ear of a wave of frogs, as if in a good harvest years.
In the old days, at the edge of the Maodian community forest, the road turned to the stream bridge. Qiantang Lake spring trip Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level is low at the beginning.
several early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud. The colorful and colorful spring flowers will gradually charm people's eyes, the shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I like the lack of eastward travel of the lake, and the white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar. Lu Lun high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark.
and we chase them, with horses lightly burdened, and a burden of snow on our bows and our swords. Birds fly out of Tianshan Mountain, a thousand paths without a footprint.
"Poems about Birds" Bochen's "Flying" part of life sees the danger of the road and grows wings to jump into washing milk? Sometimes we can't blame the bird for leaving. This small body is really destroyed at the touch. Moreover, there are not many days when the weather is good in the sky. Birds walk in the traces of wings and drop fire, which makes the cold air admit the temperature of the body. More often, birds are the tips of arrows, which let the lonely sky know the sharpness of the meat and the pain of penetrating. Every bird is a failed hero, and the small body dies as soon as it flies. The sky testifies that the wind and cloud are in love for the media. At first, two birds stopped in the air, and their lips collided from time to time beyond the meaning of kissing. Their happiness is to pick up each other's hot bodies constantly, so that the thirsty life will not crash in the selfless love. The wings that are far away from the flowers are the open petals that let each other claim happiness in the fragrance of flesh and blood. One bird grabs the scalp of another bird and makes love, so that love knows pain and sobs when it is most dizzy. A group of birds hail in the past. Sometimes we call that sound bird song, and we sit under it and listen to the melody it takes back from the friction of the clouds. We are intoxicated and even have a long song of lust. The crying person can sit directly in the bird's voice with a birdlike vocal cord, and keep a high degree of consistency with the bird's voice. He understands the beautiful and desperate sadness. It is a sacrifice of life. It is like being buried in the chest of the whole bird. It is like a killing. The body is only prepared for the strong wind. Because the weak birds never leave the mountains and rivers one wing away, an old bird's wings collapse. The bird is too small. I can't see the blood, its scars, and I can't hear the whining. It stands quietly watching other birds carrying their lives in the clouds. The strong wind is blowing. The old bird is pushed off the branches and a bunch of fallen feathers fly to choose the last free dust. Who makes Liu Bang's sentence windy in the bird? "Death" tries to get close to the blue day, and birds' lives can't stay away from the darkness. Therefore, in the dream, it is a thrilling gibberish, which is a story of powerful human bird hunting. They swear that they can be broken and sacrificed, but they can't die when people walk. Sometimes we see a bird flying, and the bird has already begun to say goodbye. They die at an unknown time and place as a mockery, and they throw their bodies into the darkness and let the sky-blue thoughts hide into the wind and fly. The clouds let the children and grandchildren see through the essentials of flying. Birds can't fly. You landed on my balcony. I looked at you. You also looked at me. No one said anything to see what each other should do. What can we do? You said that the cold north stretched out behind you in the morning. What's wrong with you? You didn't return it all night because you were afraid of traffic jams. You got up early to go to work. Can your broken eyes be complete when you crossed the city? I stood on my balcony and continued to fly or couldn't fly. I was idle and guessed your life. Crow, smoking a cigarette is my happiness Simply lighting a cigarette burns in the crow's eyes. It is my happiness at the moment to smoke a cigarette, although the sunset stole my lover's dress and the night stole my eyes.
The harp is left, but the wind has no fingers. When the cigarette is finished, happiness ends the lost time, and the fallen ash falls happily. Inging birds and woodpeckers (fables) The diseases and insect pests in the forest of Kong Fei are getting more and more serious. The sick trees are sick in the wind, and the woodpeckers fly and shout, "I'm coming. I'm coming-"What a loving voice! What a wonderful singing! Only the children of Yingsongbird can have such a beautiful singing voice. This young woodpecker kept the doctor's father from seeing her for the first time as a medical family, but forgot to bring the surgical knife. The disease spread in the skin of the diseased tree but could not be treated. The loving voice in her ear is still" I'm coming, I'm coming. " The voice is no longer pleasant to listen to, and gradually becomes hoarse. Ingrid gave him a beautiful voice, but it was ruined by him. What's the use of such a woodpecker? If you want to listen to singing, you can listen well to the songs of Ingrid. The mothers of Ingrid have nurtured the children of Woodpecker, and the children of Woodpecker have learned the art of pecking insects from their father. Ingrid paid the price. Before their children were born, they were replaced by the parents of Woodpecker, so that beautiful singing was born in the forest. These beautiful woodpeckers have saved the woodpeckers in the forest "DuDu". Do you hear the bloody cries of warblers? There are no shortage of counterfeit goods in the world, and there are also many unknown heroes in the world. They have cultivated the descendants of rebellious heroes with all their hearts and minds. A trace of poetry, birds in spring, birds in spring? Love sings in the green Woods.
Your singing has the rhythm of spring. ? Your song is to praise the warmth of the sun.
your song? Hope for a new life for the earth. Birds of spring, only you can sing the songs of spring.
your song woke up. This gloomy hibernating forest, and hibernating soil ... Birds in spring? I love listening to your songs. I would like to be a bird in spring, and fly around with your songs at dawn-free, sunny and green Woods.
Crow 1: It's so gray and black all the year round, and I don't care about it. Even the rural teachers are all bright tongues these days, but they are not stupid, but they refuse to join in the fun and say some euphemistic auspicious words. They just want to be a conscience poet, and they are always crying for stones and cursing Crow 2: It's so gray and black all the year round, and I don't care about the wind that even the rural teachers are all bright and pretend to be conscience poets these days. 2. Poems about caged birds
Caged birds (Poetry)
215-2-27 12:25 Author: Great wisdom is more than enough
(1)
Unveilable sadness,
singing happily without stopping,
in exchange for that
doesn't like it but admires it.
I don't want to beg for mercy, but I don't have the courage to fight for death.
A long-cherished heart longs for freedom,
longs for it, and
enjoys the same kind in the mountains
to find that clear and bright sky.
The crisp singing,
heartfelt from the voice,
even if, in order to fill the belly,
get up early and get greedy for the dark;
even if, to avoid natural enemies,
hide in Tibet.
On the moonlit night,
I was shocked,
I rushed to the sky from the treetops where I lived
and then
I fell back to my hometown.
When I die,
I would like to be the belly food of other animals,
I would also like to turn into dirt and hide in wet grass,
I believe,
my life will last forever.
(2)
People rushing through the streets with high-rise buildings
have the same sad eyes,
it is not difficult to see
their confusion and hesitation.
What you need
is only
a grain of grass seed of a caterpillar
and the broad chest of nature.
How can you
bury all these because you forget the desire to control
?
"My heart flies"
Staring at my master for a long time,
A trembling voice roared.
When the door of the cage opened,
I realized that I had lost the power to fly high.
he looked at me,
I looked at him.
and he was already in tears. 3. Poems describing the quietness of the forest, such as: The cicada noise makes the forest quieter, and Tonamiyama is quieter
Birds are singing in the stream [Tang] Wang Wei
People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
when the moon comes out, the birds startle the mountains, and when they sing in the spring stream.
xiangji temple [Tang] Wang Wei
not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance, under miles of mountain-cloud I have wandered.
through ancient woods without a human track, but now on the height I hear a bell.
Lu Chai [Tang] Wang Wei
there seems to be no one on the empty mountain, and yet I think I hear a voice.
where sunlight, entering a grove, shines back to me from the green moss.
Bamboo House
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
Entering the Evil Stream [Southern Dynasties Liang] is a royal residence.
What's the general name? The water is empty.
overcast clouds lead to distant caves, while sunny scenery flows back.
cicadas make the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is more secluded.
I feel homesick here, and I have been sad and tired for many years.
a buddhist retreat behind broken-mountain temple [Tang] is often built
in the pure morning, near the old temple, where early sunlight points the tree-tops.
my path has wound, through a sheltered hollow, of boughs and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.
here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool.
and a thousand sounds are quieted, but the bell is ringing. 4. The poem that uses the sound of birds to set off the deep jungle is
Wang Wei's "Birds in the Spring Stream", "When the moon rises, the birds will be surprised, and when they are in the spring stream."
In Birding Stream, people are idle and sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, it surprises the mountain birds, and when it sounds in the spring stream.
There are few people's activities, only sweet-scented osmanthus falls silently, and the valley is silent and empty in the quiet spring at night. The bright moon rises and shines brightly, which alarms the birds living in the mountains. From time to time, they fly high and sing in this spring stream. In his landscape poems, Wang Wei likes to create a quiet artistic conception, and so does this poem.
But what is written in the poem is flowers falling, the moon rising and birds singing. These moving scenery not only make the poem look full of vitality but also show the quietness of the spring stream through movement. Moving scenery can achieve static effect instead, because the two contradictory sides of things are always interdependent.
under certain conditions, it is on the premise of quietness that motion can occur or be noticed by people. "Tonamiyama is more secluded", which contains artistic dialectics.