1. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")
6. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming's drinking)
Here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. (Chang Jian "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple")
8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain)
9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion")
10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji's "Man Ruoxi")
Two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky-Du Fu's quatrains
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Lu Xun's "Xia Sai Qu"
A poem with the word "bird"
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's "One-step Riverside Search for Aromatherapy"
When will the swallow return, and the peach blossom on the shore will be dipped in water. -Vae Fu's "Youchun Lake"
Lonely grass grows on the shore and orioles are singing on the trees. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.
In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake. -Vae Yuan Jie is on the lake.
In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day. -Wang Song Ling's "Send to Spring"
Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Don Du Fu's One Night Abroad
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. -Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon"
Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"
"Two orioles sing on the top of green willows, and egrets reach the sky" —— Four-character Poems by Tang Du Fu
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. -"Hunting" by Tang Wang Wei
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. -Zhang Song He Zhi's Song of the Fisherman
Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood. -Tang Du Fu's Three Songs of Qiangzhai (I)
I groaned at my own shadow, like a lonely wandering wild goose, resigned to fate and scattered in a tent for nine autumn. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Full Moon Feelings"
Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. -Qiu Si of Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan
Can floating clouds and storks become tenants of our world? ? -Don Liu Changqing "To the Master"
The independent gate is sunny in the spring rain, and the white chicken flies and crows. -Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi
② Poetry with the word "bird"
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wei's "Bird Song Stream"
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.
Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Tang Jiadao's Li Ning in Seclusion
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. -"Nineteen Ancient Poetry" and "Walking and Walking Again"
Birds fly home, foxes die first. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow for the Past"
The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama. -Wang Tangji's "If you are in Xi"
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"
There are no flowers on the grass, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain. -Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. -Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds. -Don Cen Can's news review Du Fu in his office in the left court.
The bird's song is broken, it is for the warm spring breeze; When the sun is at noon, the flower shadows will appear thick. -Don Du Xunhe's "Spring Palace Complaints"
2. Poems and idioms about birds 1 I advise you not to hit the branch bird. My son is watching his mother in the nest. From the collection of birds by Bai Juyi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
I advise you not to hit the bird on the branch. The chicks are still in the nest waiting for their mother to come back. You can't kill several people with one stone!
2, the wings return to the birds and go to the Woods in the morning. It's from Returning Birds by Tao Yuanming, a poet in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
The homing birds fly freely and leave the nest and Woods in the morning.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. From the Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Spring Hope".
Sentimental about state affairs, tears can't help splashing, and birds are thrilling, which only increases sorrow but not hatred.
4. Stupid birds fly first
It means: stupid birds fly first. For example, people with poor ability are afraid of falling behind and doing things earlier than others.
Step 5 kill two birds with one stone
It means: kill two birds with one stone. It is a metaphor for doing one thing and getting two benefits.
6. A frightened bird
Birds frightened by bows and arrows are not easy to settle down. Metaphor means that a frightened person is afraid when he meets a little movement.
3. Look for ancient poems describing birds +0.65438. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows.
(Wang Wei: Birds in the Stream) 2. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) 3. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
(Du Fu: (Spring Hope) 4. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Hao Haoran: Xiao Chun) 5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..
(Du Fu: (Wang Yue)) 6. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming: (drinking) 7. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
Chang Jian: (a Buddhist temple behind the broken mountain temple)) 8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain) 9. Birds perch on trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door of the moon.
(Jia Dao: Li Ning's Seclusion) 10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji: if you enter).
4. Bird Poems in Tang Poetry and Song Poetry
Song Jihua-163 was published on August 7th, 2006 at 3: 1 1: 00.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"
The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. -Tao Yuanming's drinking.
When I shed tears, lonely birds sang their sadness. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at the Moon"
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Poems about birds
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1. From a distance, the mountains are colorful, but the water sounds silent. The flowers are still there in spring, and it is not surprising that people come. (Gao Ding: painting)
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")
In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. (Hao Haoran: "Spring Dawn")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")
6. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming's drinking)
Here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. (Chang Jian: (the Buddhist temple behind the broken mountain temple))
8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain)
9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")
10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji: if you enter)
1 1. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")
12. There are not many roads from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! . (Li Shangyin: "Untitled")
13. There are no flowers on the tree, and the birds sing Spring Mountain all the way. (Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring)
14. It's still half a year's journey for a bird to fly alone in a tall building and look at the capital. (Li Deyu's "Cliff Climbing City")
15. In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white sand beach. (Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain)
16. The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. (Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng")
17. Good birds are also friends, and all articles are out of water. (Weng Sen's Four Seasons Reading Music)
5. Help me find poems and essays about birds. Two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets soaring into the sky-Du Fu's quatrains. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.
-Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang Lake, the moonlight is high, the geese are soaring, and the Tatar chieftain fled in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
The birds in Zhang Baoyan, Lu Lun's hometown, are spiritual, know the way of the world and look like simple villagers. Every time I go to work in the city, I think of them and I think they will think of me, too.
Every time I walk on my way to work, or stroll in the fields in the suburbs, I will see three or five birds jumping on the roadside or branches. I think it must be a bird from my hometown. I called them and they ignored me. They are afraid that I will hurt them. They hid from a distance and looked at me with hostile eyes, so I had to walk away. They may not be the birds in their hometown.
I finally went home when I was bored. As soon as I got off the bus, there were some birds singing at me on the big tree in Zhuangtou. Then my mother came out, and my cat and yellow dog came to pick me up like a ceremony. I was ecstatic, and my deep depression disappeared instantly. The smile on my face expresses my excitement and gratitude. Mom said, look, it's still home. Well, birds and dogs, when they see you, they will bark. How close they are to you! Yes, when I came to the countryside, I felt like an old man, and my impetuous heart calmed down instantly. I hear birds chirping, as warm as hearing my mother call me by my birth name.
I began to pay attention to the birds in my hometown. I especially liked birds when I was very young. I followed my mother like a follower, begging for birds. At that time, I called them birds. My mother is busy with farm work, so if she doesn't catch any birds, I will make trouble. When I make a scene, my mother gets anxious and hits me. When my mother hit me, I cried badly. Seeing my mother looking at me, I cried louder and shed more tears. Laugh at me, cry without tears, and the yellow dog will lick it. I didn't know that my mother called them. As soon as they laughed at me, I started fighting with them. As soon as I fought them, they said, don't fight us. Let's dig out the nest. I suddenly laughed when I heard that the bird had been dug up. Let's dig up the bird. To dig up this bird, we must find a nest. There are two ways to find the bird's nest. One is looking under the eaves of a newly built new house where no one lives. Sparrows love to be lazy and like to find a gap under the eaves to make a nest.
Let's look for it from this village first. If there is no one in this village, we will look for it in other villages, and we must guard against dogs. Once, Shandan was bitten by a dog in Biezhuang. When Sandan came home, he blamed us for bringing him, and even beat Sandan up. At that time, he didn't blame us. Sandan saw a bird's nest in a big tree, and Sandan ran to the tree. There happened to be a big flower dog under the tree. Sandan asked him to go, but he didn't go. When Sandan was in a hurry, he hit it with mud. This blow can be used to
I'm unlucky, too. That time I found my target, a tall acacia tree, and they forced me to climb it, saying that I would climb two birds. If you give me three eggs, I will climb up. Before I approached the Bird's Nest, I was stung by a furry thorn. I gritted my teeth and continued to climb the twig. I was overjoyed to see the fish in the bird's nest. It took me a long time to wake up. After that, I never dared to dig birds in trees again.
I haven't eaten much for several days, and I am always awakened by the cry of an old bird in my dream. My mother said that I lost my soul and I was called by the number of soybeans. It didn't work for a few days, and I was hysterical in the middle of the night. At that time, I gradually understood the love of the old bird for the little bird and the love of my mother for me.
I stopped catching birds in middle school, and I began to like them. I wrote many sentences about birds in my diary. One summer, my family took a nap after finishing their work. I sat on the straw mat in the first room and watched the swallows foraging. Every time the old swallow takes food, the little swallow in the nest will pull out his yellow mouth to welcome him. I saw the difference between the old swallows. They take food in the next shift. I want to make sure that one is the mother and the other is the father.
I have been peeping all summer, an interesting story about the swallow family. On the day when the little swallow came out of the nest, the old swallow kept singing and hovering in and out of the nest. I hid in the east room to peek, and the old swallow sang outside the nest. How do they carefully guide the children out of the nest? What wisdom and courage it takes! I secretly prayed for them, for fear that the first few would fly out smoothly. The last one, probably weak, fell on the bed in the first room. I slipped out and dragged the little creature left on the clothesline at the door with a net bag. With the help of the old bird, it finally spread its beautiful wings. I think only me and their parents and the sky where the beautiful wings were gliding at that time knew the joy of flying for the first time in life.
Later, I thought they wouldn't be with me until next year, but it didn't turn out as I expected. The old swallow actually lay in the nest and let the children eat for fifteen days. What kind of gratitude is this? I wish them well. I am very happy. I am proud of my discovery. I began to really know them and remember them-my friends, those two old swallows are my ancestors, and the little swallows are us. How do they raise us, teach us, and how do we repay them and honor them?
These simple swallows and these simple ancestors.
6. I want to find some beautiful and moving sentences about bird poems to stay away from prosperity and sadness with you, so we bid farewell to the past.
Birds spread their wings of time and experienced numerous obstacles of wind and rain.
Come to her side, her eyes stay on that dreamy night.
We follow the direction of the wind and fly far away, don't hesitate.
At the place where we first met, we were deeply attached to our dreams.
Don't give up hope in the face of confusion, just like a pair of blooming flowers.
The belief that the sun remains unchanged has long left an eternal myth in the sky.
On the playground in summer, looking quietly, in the distance, continuously,
It's the ocean between memories, through the clouds, whose heaven is calling, and she is looking for a dream that has been sleeping for thousands of years.
Stay away from the bustling sadness with you, we bid farewell to the past,
Birds spread their wings of time and experienced numerous obstacles of wind and rain.
Come to her side, her eyes stay on that dreamy night,
We follow the direction of the wind and fly far away, don't hesitate.
We can't put down our sadness at the farewell place,
Wave your hand and leave good wishes, just like a pair of sails against the wind.
The unyielding power of the waves left an eternal myth in the sky. In the autumn night, think quietly, in the distance,
We hope we can't leave each other and go through the clouds.
Whose paradise is it, calling, she is looking for,
A dream that has been sleeping for thousands of years.
Stay away from the bustling sadness with you, we bid farewell to the past,
Birds spread their wings of time and experienced numerous obstacles of wind and rain.
Come to her side, her eyes stay on that dreamy night.
We follow the direction of the wind and fly far away, don't hesitate.
Stay away from the prosperity and sadness with you, and we will bid farewell to the past.
Birds spread their wings of time and experienced numerous obstacles of wind and rain.
By our side, her eyes, flying in that dreamy night,
We follow the direction of the wind, fly far, far away and never come back.