Type: Liu Poetry
A brown pigeon.
On a stormy night
Stay on my balcony.
Into my unexpected and surprised eyes
I don't know where it came from
I wonder where it will fly.
Its messy wings and trembling posture
People breed endless sadness and pity.
I saw it in its absent eyes.
Understand pain, helplessness and desolation
I kindly put in water and white rice.
It's cautious, and then it wolfs down.
This is a wandering pigeon.
I helped him loosen the rope on his leg.
Build a warm and safe nest, but I still don't know.
Did you lose your way in escaping from your previous life or chasing your dreams?
This wandering pigeon
On the seventh day of my careful feeding
Leave without saying goodbye, I know
It will continue to wander.
I began to spend every lonely night.
Miss the wandering pigeons
I don't know where I am.
Can it find enough food?
pigeon
The first person to cover the morning bell
This is the lap dance last night.
The death of spring
Stopped all the crying of life
This is the morning of April.
While I was still tidying up
Last night's dream
The clear cry of pigeons
Polish my heavy eyes
Flap your slender wings.
Raise the brilliant sun
When pigeons bend over and fly.
Light pours into the cup of heaven and earth.
From the cooing sound
Get out of the flying posture
Through the lost sky
All the secrets
Riding on the back of a pigeon.
Blow a hot wind
The wind always walks with a girl's pretty posture.
Build all the strong walls
Collapse in a smile
A vague moment
Be remembered by pigeons
In the wind and rain
The first group of people to stand up
Try to fly.
Expand dreams and other things
But the wind passes through my body.
Take away the sound of fracture
Ci and Fu in Qin and Han Dynasties
Tangsongyun
It's all in the song of brothel.
Thin.
Always keep an attitude.
Pigeons standing and walking
On McDonnell Douglas.
Stay alone in the pastoral sunset
Pigeons pierce white clouds.
It will penetrate everything.
depressed
The long flower in the past was blood.
The willows beside the farewell road are still thin.
insufferable
For thousands of years, a nation has been chasing after it.
Tragic journey
Walk into my blood
It became an instinctive scream in my body cavity.
From then on, I can watch pigeons.
All the space
Full of this mysterious appearance.
I admire the shape of pigeons.
Instead of praising eagles and others
In the pigeon's blood
I haven't seen anything.
The most beautiful flight
Shocking.
Feiyue Huayu
Also dancing in the graveyard
Take the heart of the ancient road and thin horse
Chew wormwood gently.
Overflowing westerly wind
When livelihoods are neglected
The integrity of pigeons
Ignore ancient times
The human mood in the storm
Seek asylum step by step.
Praise time
Is the wheat that grows in the ground.
Raise your cold eyes
You can harvest it.
The secular custom of crop after crop.
The years from forest to forest
This is not a song.
Pigeons always squint.
Look at this frowny spring.
Yearning for feeding pigeons.
As if in a poem
The beauty of completing the whole process
When I applaud such a move,
The snapping sound can't fly out.
The shape of a pigeon
The eyes of that dusty woman
Always die in the smoke of the world
Let me wait a moment.
The tranquility of the pigeon side wall
The smell of wisteria outside the window
Wake up the shepherd's god
Raise the whip home too early
A series of oblique sunlight
Pull into the pigeon's body
Begging for blood and painting red night clouds
And the wings of pigeons
Soak in the dusk
Darken the window.
Let my mood
Melancholy
Incomplete combustion
2. What are the poems about pigeons? 1. When pigeons try to sing, the wind is soft, and young birds spit their tongues in spring. From the Song Dynasty Zhang Xian's "Plum Blossoms Drifting in the Red River".
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: sunny weather, breezy breeze, pigeons flying freely, and newborn orioles crowing, as if to tell people that spring is chilly.
2, feel the pigeons outside the cloud, flying in groups. One hundred and thirty poems from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's Wandering Dance Town Temple.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Thanks to those white pigeons flying in groups above the white clouds.
3. The dove flies for a while, and the Zen room drinks fragrant tea. From the teacher's room with bright eyes by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: When the pigeons took off, the sun was already setting, and the monks in the meditation room were quietly drinking fragrant tea.
4, around my white dove, just like a parrot. From When I Was Rich to the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Anshi.
The white dove circled around me like a parrot.
The grass in spring is greener in autumn. Pigeons didn't return to the west. Who can stay in Luo Jing for a long time? Simple clothes were stained with dust. Xie Tiao, a poet in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, wrote a poem "Appreciating Wang Jin's An Deyuan".
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Spring grass is greener in autumn, and pigeons have not yet returned to Beijing. And I am at the mercy of Kyoto, unpredictable. If anything happens, we will never meet again.
3. A poem about pigeons, Guan Xiu's Living in the Master.
Cut the flowers in Cangzhou, and the clouds are idle.
Although it sounds like rain at night, it tastes worse than autumn.
Pigeons hide in ancient houses, and turbulence gathers in deserted gardens.
Inorganic heart is, why use words.
Shen Quanqi, Jiuzhenshan Jingju Temple
Da Shi gave birth to Tianzhu, which is divided into two parts.
When people are in trouble, Galand is at the foot of the mountain.
The stream is fragrant as a brake, and the dangerous peak stone is a niche.
Wait for Zen green pigeon milk and get a glimpse of white ape ginseng.
The vine loves the wall between the clouds, and the flowers pity the rocks under the pool.
Spring is good for you, and the forest hangs a bathrobe.
Disciples mourn their ignorance, and the medical king regrets his words.
Suspicion is ignorance.
If you want to study karma, just talk about it and give up shame.
Outside the tiger creek, under the double trees, there is nothing.
4. What poems describe "pigeons"? 1, Yang Weizhen devoted himself to flying slaves and was good at feeding young children. They are both very kind to owls. I am a slave, and I am far away from my family. I am better at reading than Hongyan. I am a slave, and I am a husband. The dead are gone, who is suitable for entertainment. If you don't have a grain of food, you don't have a phone, and you don't have a room. There are no other couples, and I feel inferior. After studying for seven days, I died, and I was blessed. I am very excited, but I am more excited than me.
2. Don Xu Yin's Dove spread its wings and flew in the sky, relying on people to reach Dabang. Pink feather habitat painting pavilion, snow shadow blowing Joan window. Herons are companions, pigeons are a pair. Seagulls didn't come back, but I remember Qingjiang River.
3. In Song Mei Yao Chen's The Wild Pigeon, there is a lone wild pigeon with Xiao Chun's eyes. Hungry, put me in the south room. If I can't see you, what can I do at night? Once a day, go out in droves and wander around in vain. Whoever borrows a wind chime will ring day and night. Hunger hasn't changed. My wings are like my enemies. There is dew in the bean, and there is pressure in the sky. In the meantime, I stayed late alone. Phoenix goes to my place, and Phoenix goes to my place to rest. No matter what pigeons do, don't pollute me.
4. Modern Hu Shi's "Pigeon" cloud, the sky is high. What a late autumn weather! There is a flock of pigeons playing in the air. Look at them in twos and threes, circling back and forth, they are like meaning. -suddenly, they turned over, reflecting the sun, white against the sky, beautiful!
There is only one pigeon in modern Shangchao Li, which is the only exciting place in the sky. It represents life and flight. It interrupted the silence of a pigeon, and at the same time lit up a small piece of sky with its own little black. I talk to myself and read my poem. Another pigeon flew by.
In modern times, pigeons are symbols of peace, friendship, unity and sacredness, but in ancient poetry, pigeons rarely appear as intentions. This is because pigeons are messengers, but they are not as sad as geese. Moreover, pigeons are raised by nobles and have a small audience.
This poem about pigeons first covers the morning bell. Last night's dancing and the death of pink spring stopped all the crying of life. It was an April morning, and I was still sorting out last night's dream. The clear cry of pigeons brightened my heavy eyes, flapped my slender wings and raised the brilliant sun. When the dove bent down to fly, the light poured into the cup of heaven and earth, and all the mysteries broke through the lost sky from the goo goo. Hot air rides on the pigeons' backs and shoulders, always walking in a pretty girl's posture, making all the solid-walled cities collapse in a smile. When the sky is full of haze, the dove remembers that she was the first person who stood in the wind and rain and tried to fly. Dreams and other winds passed through my body and took away the sound of broken bones. The rhymes of Qin, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties are all lost in the singing of brothels. Pigeons always stand and walk in one posture. In the countryside, the sunset on McDonnell Douglas alone in the countryside will pierce all the joys and sorrows, and the long flowers in the past are the farewell of blood. The willows on the roadside are still thin and fragile. For thousands of years, a nation's pursuit of sadness has entered my body cavity, and my blood has become an instinctive cry. From then on, I can look at the pigeons, and all the spaces are flooded. This mysterious appearance, I admire the shape of pigeons, not what I see in the blood of eagles and other pigeons. Flying on the rain of flowers is the most beautiful and thrilling, and it also revolves around the graveyard. Biting the thoughts of the thin horse on the ancient road, gently chewing the west wind overflowing with wormwood. When livelihood ignores the integrity of pigeons, it ignores the human mood in the ancient wind and rain, and seeks praise step by step. Time is the wheat that grows in the ground, and it can be harvested with cold eyes. Not singing pigeons from forest to forest. I squinted at this stuffy spring and longed for pigeons to eat, as if I had finished the whole process beautifully in a poem. I can't fly out of the shape of a pigeon when I applaud such a move. The eyes of prostitutes always fade in the dust of the world, which makes me more restless than the side wall of pigeons. The fragrance of wisteria outside the window awakened the shepherd's god, raised the whip of the family prematurely, and the oblique sunlight pulled into the pigeon's body to suck blood. Pigeons' wings are covered with red clouds, and the dim windows at dusk make my mood unable to burn in depression.
6. What are the poems describing "Birds Return to their Nest"? 1. "Travel to Kyrgyzstan" in Tang Dynasty: It is difficult for Zhang Ji to go out and park at the door.
There is no frost in the deserted city, and the wildfire bridge is not too hot. Cold insects go into holes, birds return to their nests, and servants ask me who will go.
Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the convergence strategy of distant guests leaving finally left and stopped at the door. There is no frost in the deserted city, but the bridge can't be burned in the wild.
The cold bug got into the ground and the bird returned to its nest. The servant asked me who was leaving. 2, "Hugh Monks Leave Grain" Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe said that he had to stop grain because of illness, and his original intention was not to seek immortality.
Only preachers, no pilgrims go to the meditation room. Woodbirds came home late in the rain, and rock apes were busy picking up rubber after frost.
Vernacular interpretation: I said I didn't eat whole grains because I was sick, but my original intention was not to seek immortality. It's just that there are ways to preach and teach, and there are no pilgrims in the meditation room.
In the rain, the woodbirds returned to their nests very late. After the frost, the rock apes were busy picking acorns. 3, "Sentence" Tang Dynasty: Chen Yu A rain washed away the heat of summer, and every household was born early and cold.
The yellow bird is anxious to return to its nest, but the cold cow is late. Thousands of songs, you can get two or three.
In the Qing Dynasty, I didn't become a dragon-boarding guest, but only combed the green nunnery next to the thatched cottage. Interpretation of vernacular: a rain washes away the summer heat, and it is cool for generations.
The yellow bird is anxious to return to its nest, but the cold cow is late. I counted hundreds of songs before I got two triplets.
In the Qing Dynasty, we did not make boarders, but combed the side of the thatched cottage between the temples. 4, "Xi Sun Zhong flooded to the capital" Yuan Dynasty: Huang Zhe drove the guests south to find old rocks, and Yutang's old friends were rare.
In the spring breeze, Cantonese birds return to their nests, and autumn waters are full of fish. The knot house unscrewed the pine chrysanthemum path and went boating with heavy clothes.
Taoist Luo Fu is familiar with Dan, and he promised to bring Qin into Cuiwei. Interpretation of vernacular: looking for old rocks in the south, Yutang has few old friends.
In the spring breeze, Guangdong birds like to return to their nests, and autumn waters are fat. The temple rotates to open the chrysanthemum sutra, and the boat carries lotus clothes.
When Taoist Luo Fu returns to Dan to mature, he promises you to enter Cuiwei with the piano. 5, "The title Wang Qizong Shi Yu Jiangshan Smoke Map" Ming Dynasty: Liu Ji embroidered clothes and imperial history took a leisurely time, which looked like a Jiangshan smoke map.
The sunset glow is even purple, and the cold wave is the next day. Fish and dragons are bottomless, and apes and birds return to their nests without crying.
I feel sad when I travel, but I can look back and think of my house. Interpretation of the vernacular: It takes time to listen to the embroidered clothes and get a picture of the mountains and rivers.
The sunset glow is purple, and the weather wave is the next day. Fish and dragons are deep in the valley, and birds are not called apes when they close their nests.
It's sad to travel because of various feelings, but I can look back and remember my house.
7. What are the poems describing the white dove?
Title "Teacher's Room with Eyes"
Year: Tang Author: Changling Wang
Pigeons fly obliquely, the meditation room is quiet, and they drink fragrant tea. Pour people into the city, pour people into the country, cut off new hair and shave it. Jade ruyi, golden bath bottle, red lips and white teeth can recite scriptures. Wu's words are even more vivid. At sunset, the bell rang, and tin foil curtains hung on the robes.
When I am rich
Year: Tang Author: Wang Fanzhi
When I am rich, women will take good care of me. If I take off my clothes and fold my robe and coat. I went out to ask for it, and I was on my way when I delivered it. Put the money in the house and watch me smile. Circling around my white dove like a parrot. I was temporarily poor when I met you, and I looked good when I met you. When people are seven poor people, seven rich people will repay them. The pursuit of wealth ignores people, as if times are changing.
pipa
Year: Song Author: Zhang
Pigeons dive into the purple trough, and Zhu Luan flies into the blue sky. "How can I feel about the riverside" and "Fu Ying Nishang Song" are re-emphasized. It is full of fairy tales and fairy tales. A little pity breaks the spring breeze and hates it. Why is it as high as the moon tonight?
Explanation:
Baige (bái gē): Baige, pigeons used to be the main means of transportation to transmit information, unlike mobile phones and faxes now. In this way, pigeons have become a bridge for people to communicate. In people's hopes, everyone hopes that good things will always accompany them. Therefore, pigeons that convey information carry many wishes of people.
Make sentences:
1 Love is a dove with olive leaves, which makes people all over the world know the importance of peace.
Pigeons have long and hard feathers on their wings and tails, which can be unfolded like folding fans. Pigeons' feathers are gray, like a silver-gray coat; There is a circle of golden feathers around her neck, just like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace worn around the girl's neck.
3 white dove and red date rice. Stew the rice until the water is almost dry, spread the pickled pigeon meat and red dates on the rice noodles, cover them tightly, and simmer until cooked.
May your love soar on the wings of a flying dove.
The auspicious day of the zodiac appeared again, and the National Day holiday was full of joy. The dove fills the sky with fragrance, and the red lantern shines. Fireworks and laughter fly so as to transport you. No matter whether the years are short or long, happiness comes into your heart. Good things are coming. Don't be busy. Happiness will always fly with you. Happy National Day and happy family!