Song dynasty; surname
mei yao chen
Travel in Lushan Mountain
I also went to Lumeng Mountain by boat.
the Tang Dynasty
meng haoran
Song of the night deer gate
Soon, the lumen of moonlight penetrated the misty trees.
the Tang Dynasty
meng haoran
Song of the night deer gate
4. Write about physical threats to deer
Pre-Qin era
Qu Yuan
Tian Wen
But let me keep a white deer on my green slope.
the Tang Dynasty
Lipper
Climb Mount Tianmu in my dream.
6. I also went to Lumeng Mountain by boat.
the Tang Dynasty
meng haoran
Song of the night deer gate
7. Soon, the dim moonlight penetrated the misty trees.
the Tang Dynasty
meng haoran
Song of the night deer gate
8. A deer is seen deep in a tree.
the Tang Dynasty
Lipper
Visiting a Taoist priest in Daitian
9. Although not everyone is used to elk.
Song dynasty; surname
Su Shi
Huanxisha
10, before the deer lies on the rock, watch the sails.
Song dynasty; surname
Huang tingjian
Huanxisha
1 1, deer fetal crown and Song Zhu
Song dynasty; surname
Wang Zhidao
Huanxisha
12, Lu Lihua Xiao Guan Zhu Zhen
Song dynasty; surname
Wang Zhidao
Huanxisha
13, the road is not closed.
Song dynasty; surname
Jamson Zeng
Partridge day, go to Xiaogan every spring mud.
14, driving two snow-colored deer
Song dynasty; surname
Lu you
Something good happened. Ping Dan left Qin Guan.
Deer in bananas
Song dynasty; surname
Zhang Xiaoxiang
Manjiang Hong Qiu Limanyuan
16, Banana Deer Dream
Song dynasty; surname
Xin Qiji
Re-use water tune songs to express the south flow
17, in front of the cave, the deer is holding flowers.
Song dynasty; surname
Ge changgeng
"He Xinlang's Moon with Green Buns"
2. What are the poems about sika deer? Lost Deer by Fuxi
The sky is mottled
Withered by rust,
Guanghua spalling
Has become a chronic disease.
Because of the rain,
They gathered in the depression again.
Water can't reflect reflection,
It is just the externalization of the flowing void.
We can't know all the black people,
These are all mysteries.
In the dim light in the distance, there are thin bare trees.
Such as tableware made of black iron.
Mountain fires grow against the wind,
Climb up quickly
The sharp barb burns under the rose.
The smell of carbonization is everywhere,
Psst!
Death is breathing, spitting out forked letters and drawing a sword.
The banquet is about to begin.
Try to be happy, try to be happy, try to be happy!
The lost stag,
Never tame a crippled person!
Go after them while you still have the strength to move forward,
Let yourself whisper to your lover,
Can also ejaculate.
So sad!
I'm dying.
So sad!
When I croak.
I've gone through a long migration,
The road is hard and the faith is shaken.
Why is it still like this,
Treat life like a weed?
although
Antlers are dense bones,
The crown imposed day and night,
On the dark brown fur
Hexagonal rotten flowers are in full bloom.
When I get lost,
When crossing a shallow stream alone,
When I rest,
Lying in an unknown place,
When I am silent,
Look around in a trance.
A shadow always covers the iris,
The whole world is gray,
Covered with dust.
I don't have enough time to think,
No one has been given such a life.
Therefore, the feast is worth looking forward to.
We are just delicious food.
Shi Quan Shi Mei's Deer
You said: He can't give up, so
Cann't walk into inner peace
He said, "If possible, he will."
Escape from the world, cultivate land.
Live by the water
What a beautiful and quiet flower the world is.
Shallow bloom.
White clouds and green mulberry fields on the mountainside.
You can plow and weave, and listen to the rain in the bamboo forest.
Simmer tea in the hut. You grind ink.
He wrote a poem on a red leaf.
Really, really want to escape.
Escape to the deep forest.
Warm and immersed in each other at dusk.
At this time, a deer accidentally broke in.
The eyes of the elves made him forget the world of mortals.
And the world of mortals, past lives.
"Spring is a deer" Author: Lan Xin Yu Meng
Spring is a lively deer.
Put flowers on your body.
A pounding heart.
This is just a representation.
As far as the eye can see.
Ignite all imagination.
Spring is splash-ink watercolor.
Always touch your affectionate eyes
Standing in the spring sunshine
There is always warmth burning your desire.
There is always a touch to activate your dream.
Sitting quietly on the shoulders of time
Listen, spring ticks, ticks.
Let the soul wake up the ears
Let your mood brighten your eyes.
Spring is a deer playing with its skin.
In an unguarded moment
Just slipped out of people's sight.
I got drunk in spring.
Listen to the whispers of time
Fragrant flowers
Sentences describing sika deer
1, the sun and the moon warmly welcome the New Year and the mountains and rivers celebrate the New Year; Plum blossoms in the snow and frost in the snow, missing words in dreams; A bundle of happiness is accompanied by winter snow, and it is very lucky to be caught by spring rain. Every success is what you want and you can enjoy all kinds of happiness.
2. I praise the faithful pine and cypress, I praise the hedge chrysanthemum that fights against the west wind, I praise the proud sludge of lotus, but I praise the proud snowflake blooming of plum blossom. When all the flowers wither, only plum blossoms are full of vitality. Facing the snowflakes flying all over the sky, standing proudly in the cold wind.
3. Chimonanthus praecox is mainly divided into two types. One is Su Xin wintersweet. Their flower hearts are yellow and their petals are round and big. The other is wintersweet. Their flower hearts are red and their petals are narrow and pointed. Personally, I like dog heart wintersweet.
4, the white is red, the petals are smooth and transparent, like amber platinum or jasper, which is a bit elegant and elegant. Some are as bright as the morning glow, some are as white as snow, and some are as green as jasper. Plum blossoms bloom sooner or later. On the same plum tree, you can see all kinds of flowers. Some shy, pink buds are fresh and lovely; Some just opened, a few little bees got in, greedily sucking pollen, some opened for a long time, and the pink petals made people love.
Go forward bravely like a wild boar, lead everything like a lion, be diligent like a bull, be independent of others like a kitten, be harmonious with people like a dog, be flexible like a monkey, and sometimes be cautious like a sika deer.
3. What are the 1 poems about "running"? The book of songs "Quail Running" is a national wind and breeze-quail running, the embarrassment of magpies.
2, "Mian" Book of Songs, Elegance, King of Literature-there are rushing and fighting, and there are defenses.
3, "Qing Palace" book of songs, Qing Palace ode-the more the sky, the more the temple runs. If you don't show it, you won't bear it.
4. The Book of Songs Xiao Ya Xiao Minzhi-Ben Lu Wei Zuyi prostitute. When the pheasant is in the morning, it is still looking for its female bird.
5, "South of the City" Cao Ye-running before me, in the city is like in the country.
6. Du Fu's "The First Nine Fronts"-I am alone in my base area, and I am dizzy. Men's swords are four or five strokes, and the other army is coming to me.
7, "Dingfengbo" Liu Yong-here by boat, everyone is vying for fame and profit. I miss sluts, drive all day, and feel that the countryside has turned around.
8. Cao Xueqin's Poems Before Back-A bitter battle, the banquet is over.
9. "Six-character Poems for Comrade Peng" Mao Zedong Mountain Road is far-reaching, and the army is galloping.
4. The poem "The First Summer" about elk is full of things from Xia Meng, so it's not bad to plant it for a while.
Elk is happy in the depths of the jungle, and so are insects, snakes and grass. Hunan birds love dense leaves, and scales swim to welcome new algae.
Heaven and earth disappear, I wither alone. After all, all flesh and blood are far away.
There is no one in the old country, and Kou Rongchen is boundless. It's no use worrying. Embrace yourself.
Let go of your body and mind and let nature make you. More wine in Xunyang can keep the cup dry.
Fish is as cheap as mud, and moxibustion does not faint early. Go down to the temple at the foot of Mi Shan and get drunk in the lake.
Why go back to your hometown? I can't die. About five years ago, I wrote a poem about an elk crossing the forest, but now I can't find it.
I vaguely remember that I wrote about existence and nothingness-an elk walked in a damp and dark virgin forest, and its golden fur occasionally shone in the sun, which was extremely eye-catching. It walks very slowly, and it is a beautiful scenery in the forest, just like a model walking on a catwalk.
It keeps chewing young leaves and grass in its mouth. Sometimes I bow my head to drink water, and sometimes I look up warily.
But it is mainly leisurely pacing and eating grass. For me, it's just a pile of moving matter, without thoughts and desires. It's just not extinct yet. It chews instinctively and walks from here to there.
But it presents itself all the time, such as its bodybuilding figure and color. Every step, I can see that under its rotating fur, large muscles relax, tighten and exert their strength rhythmically, which is a kind of beauty and also shows another kind of liveliness and strength. Take one step, this beauty will appear once, and take another step, this beauty will appear again.
This elk, moving bright and slowly in the wet place in the forest, soon disappeared, but left a string of fresh hoof prints on the wetland, and soon the hoof prints gradually disappeared with the passage of time, and then this place was exactly the same as when the elk didn't come. Yes, here now, it's no different from before the elk came. It seems that no elk has ever been here.
Yes, I'm in a trance. What's the difference between it coming here and not coming? I began to suspect that it had never been here at all. If it does come, it is only a presentation of some order, a projection of elk in this world ... I wrote such a poem five years ago, but now I can't find it. Gradually, I was a little surprised and felt a little strange. I began to doubt myself, didn't I? Did I really write such a poem? What's the difference between writing and not writing such a poem? Because even if it is written, it doesn't matter whether the elk will come or not.
The person who wrote this poem, who is alive now, is actually just an illusory projection. The sad black elk saw a jar. Sad black elk saw a jar in his dream when the truth was covered up. When I was exhausted, it seemed that the smell of corn and the sad black elk saw a jar. They were born in a disturbing storm and patrolled back and forth in the wilderness that has not yet recovered. I want to see the past of the jar as clearly as a prayer, as if I had just been washed by a bird's feather. Its internal life is close to decay, but on its appearance, the sad black elk can still see the blooming patterns. When I saw a long-awaited spring, it began to surge inside. The black elk lived in a dark cage at midnight. At last, the black elk closed his eyes and began to play. Those singing straws with sparkling lips have replaced long flutes and inserted into the starry sky, emitting the scent of black elk fur. The midnight life of the black elk begins with its tentacles protruding from the dark wilderness. At this moment, its tentacles are so warm and happy, and its tentacles are so empty at night. The midnight life of the black elk must be built on the wilderness in the dark screen. Ghosts touch and fight with each other, and the long-lost history suddenly begins to be sung by Nightcrawler and the undead. Cold tears suddenly gushed from the corner of the black elk's eye, wetting a black elk's eye. I see or I can't see the night of the world. The valley and elk are full of good memories. An elk once stopped to remember. Whose hoofbeat awakened the loneliness of the valley, and whose moonlight embraced loneliness in the song. Tonight, the moon star's rare past is like a smile of yesterday's memory. Whose heart withers for whom, whose tears bloom for whom. You are a valley that can never be found, and I am an elk that can't go back. I don't know myself. Li Fang wrote about me.
Look at god and bones, they are all from the mountains. Liu Pu is perishable, but the heart of elk is hard to tame.
What's the matter, five years as a courtier? The situation is too rigid to share the dust with the world. Not only is it not expensive, but it may also cause trouble.
It's time to leave early and collect Yunquan. Shortly before the Wudi Elk test, the author was fortunate to visit the museums in Nantong and Wuxi, where the fossils of large antlers were displayed, which gave people a strong visual impact. Imagine what Jiangnan would be like thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago. Which large animals will rule this land? It seems that this antler fossil says it all ... so what kind of deer will live in the water network in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River? Looking through the list of national protected animals, we can see that among the 18 species of deer made in China, 4 species belong to the first class of protected animals, namely, white-lipped deer, elk, sika deer and Hainan slope deer.
White-lipped deer grows on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the deer is only found in Hainan Island. If sika deer growing in the mountains are excluded, will the deer species living in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in ancient times be world-famous elk? The answer is yes. The Yangtze River Delta is the main habitat of elk, and it is also the original ecology during the formation of Wudi culture.
1. Elaphurus davidianus, a thousand-year-old milu deer, is a mammal, artiodactyla, and Cervidae. It is a unique animal in China and a rare animal in the world.
Good at swimming, with wide hooves, it is very suitable for finding food such as grass, leaves and aquatic plants in muddy forests and swamps, and its habitat is mainly in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River. Wild elk originated more than 2 million years ago and reached its peak about 1 10,000 years ago to about 3,000 years ago.
Because the habitat of elk is roughly the same as that of human activities, with the growth of population, the living space of elk is squeezed and destroyed.