Chihe
Genre: Qilu Source: Complete Tang Dynasty Poems
There is no partner in front of the tall bamboo cage, but there is a weathercock among the chaotic chickens. When I lower my head, I am afraid that the red sand will fall, and when I sunbathe my wings, I often suspect that the white snow will disappear. Suddenly I felt the color of the cormorant's fur, and I felt that the parrot was talking coquettishly. I whine in the wind and think about something. I look at the distant clouds and water in Qingtian. The crane in the pond is rare among the cranes. It is probably the old Lingwei from Liaodong. Wear cedar branches on the knees and shins, and put flower rhombus pieces on the sweater. Wandering low and sleeping in the cage, he must fly to the sky with great speed. If you ask where the old nest is, the owner is in love and cannot return.
Wen Yan
Wei Yingwu
Where is my hometown? It’s a leisurely time to return to your thoughts.
On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the arrival of wild geese.
Yingyan
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Ge Tianmin Genre: Wulu
In March of spring, ordinary people live in their homes.
In order to welcome the new arrival of the swallows, no old curtains are left behind.
The wings are wet with light rain, and the fragrant mud carries fallen flowers.
The chicks grow up from the nest and spend the years together.