The clouds in Huayang in spring are very hot.
The tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
Master butterfly flies west,
The white knight came back today.
Teasing sequence
Hu Die, Hu Die,
Fly to the golden branches and jade leaves.
In front of you, dancing in the spring breeze,
Peach trees in Venice are red.
Mangrove, mangrove,
Yan Yu warbler crows at dusk.
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China's Poetry-Tang and Five Dynasties-Wang Jian
Lv Zugao of Pujiang wrote the poem "On Sishan Road": "Pink Huang Die hedges, and people hang wine flags on the hills. The drizzle makes the sleeves thin, and the guest knows that it is a chrysanthemum.
Sorrow is like a squid, always knowing the night, laziness is busy with butterflies for spring.
There is still participation in a person's visit to Shanjia. The hut is diagonally separated by pine leaves. The host didn't open the door when he heard this, and flew to Huang Die around the hedgerow potherb. -Sun Tzu Zuo Fu's "Looking for a Mountain Residence"
Huang Ji said a literati poem: "Du Fu's throat is cold, and Hua Meng Xiang."
butterfly
The first butterfly in spring
Orange and purple.
Fly briskly across my road
A flying flower
What changed my life?
colour
Source:
Appendix-Selected readings of foreign literature-Selected poems of world famous artists-Canada-Michael Brock's Butterfly flies to the Five Dynasties of the Tang Dynasty-Li Heyang's Spring Flowers are Flying, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating. The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today. Teasing Hu Die and Hu Die, flying on the golden branches and jade leaves. In front of you, the spring breeze is dancing and the peach blossom is red. Mangroves, mangroves and YanYu warblers are singing in the sunset.
Yellow butterflies in August, hovering in the grass of our West Garden in pairs.
Butterfly spring head butterfly tree, butterflies flying thousands of miles, end to end several meters, inflorescence hanging from the tree.
Crazy with catkins sometimes see, where to find a pear flower?
The children ran after Huang Die, flew into the cauliflower, but disappeared.
The sun is flying/my wings are spreading/I am decorating the scenery in March/I seem to see the night and my lover in a trance.
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butterfly
Don
Huayang is hot in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.
The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today.
butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the smell is heavy. Fly separately. See you in teams.
Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees. Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.
Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick. You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.
The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless. Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.
Pimp a butterfly
Tang Wen Ting Yun
The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned.
The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.
Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.
It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?
two butterflies
Tang xuqiu
The ethereal caterpillar is slightly shelled and can't bear the misty rain.
A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly.
Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge.
Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou.
Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring.
I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones.
The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long
The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.
Three butterflies
Tang xuqiu
Moths in cocoons are not difficult, but flowers must pass by.
The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving.
Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently.
Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers.
There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden.
Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing?
Cold bee picking chrysanthemums
Tang gengkun
Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core, and the shadow is in the fragrance.
Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.
Inlaid harp
Don
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
Tijinhua
Tang rongyu
It takes two years to buy hibiscus plants with your own money.
Bright red is invisible to beautiful women, but butterflies will come early.
spring
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I feel that the scenery in the east is getting late, and the wild Meishan apricot is dark and fragrant.
On the falling star tower, the residual horn blows, and the residual sunset hangs the crescent camp.
The dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul.