Four yellow maiden flowers thrive on the road covered, and thousands of flowers bow and the branches are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River"
The west wind is full of lotus in the courtyard, and the cold butterfly is hard to come. If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. -Don Huang Chao's Chrysanthemum
The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, and the petals on the tree fall, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -Yang Wanli's Su Xinshi Xugong Store
There are thousands of butterflies in the blurred butterfly tree, with tails like tassels. No one would believe that until he arrived in butterfly spring, the shadow of the building was solemnly covered with butterflies. -Qing Sha Chen's "Shangguan Diechun"
Eight miscellaneous poems
(Jin) Zhang Xie
Report to the border town and bind the Rong Brigade.
Get off the bus like yesterday and look at four or five dollars.
May I ask when this is? Butterflies fly to the South Garden.
I love Laopu, and I miss Laoshan.
Fu Jian * The more clothes she wears, the more beautiful she will be.
The local wind is safe for a reason.
Resentment and the main thin Ji Zhe
Xie Tiao (Southern Dynasties)
Flowers fall and butterflies fall, and the wind curtain enters Shuang Yan.
Poetry of spring feeling
(Tang) Li Bai
Dust haunts the wandering face, and butterflies make beautiful women.
Two Ancient Poems (Part Two)
Liang Wudi (Southern Dynasties)
Two butterflies are flying, low.
2. The poem about butterflies is 1, and the Song of Chang Gan by Tang Libai.
Excerpts from the original text:
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Explanation:
Moss is too thick to clean, leaves fall and autumn comes early. In August, Huang Die was flying, and both of them flew to the grassland of Xiyuan.
2. Tang Wang drives "rainy and sunny"
Excerpts from the original text:
Before the rain, there were flowers in the flowers, but after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.
The butterfly flies over the wall, which is suspected to be the spring scenery next door.
Explanation:
Stamens can be seen when the flowers first open before the rain, but there are no flowers among the green leaves after the rain. Bees and butterflies have flown to the other side of the wall, and they suspect that spring scenery is in the neighbor's yard.
3. Two Qujiang Poems by Tang Du Fu
Excerpts from the original text:
Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.
The scenery of the message is flowing, which is not contrary to the temporary reward.
Explanation:
But I saw butterflies shuttling in the depths of flowers, dragonflies flying leisurely on the water, flapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang and let me stay in Chunguang. Although it is a temporary reward, don't violate it!
4. Don Huang Chao's Chrysanthemum
Excerpts from the original text:
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.
Explanation:
Autumn wind is rolling and chrysanthemums are swaying in the garden. The stamens are full of chill, and butterfly bees are hard to come. One day, I will become a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.
5. This is the Qingming by Tang Menghao-ran.
Excerpts from the original text:
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The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.
Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.
Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.
Explanation:
The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.
3. Ancient Poems about Butterflies Butterflies
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.
Cold bee picking chrysanthemums
Tang gengkun
Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.
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.
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.
The world of mortals broke off the guest in Chang 'an, and the prince of Cao Fang did not return at dusk.
See the rain on the boat
Don Dai Shulun
At the beginning of the rain tonight, Du Ruoqing is in Jiangnan. How reckless is it to become famous? Brothers always wither.
Dreams are far from worrying about butterflies, and feelings are deep shame. I care about lonely people all day, and my life experience is still Liu Ping.
Jianghang
Don Yu Xuan Ji
The great river embraces Wuchang oblique, and there are thousands of households in Parrot Island.
It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.
Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island.
I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui.
There is a real mother's grave.
Tangzhanghu
The Buddha buried Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.
The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.
peony
Tang peishuo
A few flowers are beautiful, and peaches and plums are peaceful.
I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.
This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring.
Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.
Begonia
Tangzhenggu
Spring breeze is intended to be even in color and can be sold with poems and songs.
It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open.
Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing.
I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches.
Zhuhe Liu Yun
Don
Bai, go home by car.
Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.
The glass is full of dew and empty.
Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Send dou bing Cao
Tangli section
Pears bloom all over the garden, and girls wear robes. When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home.
The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu. No wedding, watch butterflies fly.
Nanxiangzi Su Shi
The first frost water marks, light blue scales exposed to the distant continent.
The wine is fading away, the wind is soft and chilly, and the broken hat is affectionate but affectionate.
If the festival is rewarded, it will ruin the autumn.
Everything is a dream in the end. Take a rest. The yellow butterfly will worry tomorrow.
Nan ge zi su Shi
Take wine to Shan Yu, take clothes to sleep. I wonder if the bell and drum will break dawn. In the dream, there are butterflies and a light body.
When you get old, you can't come back. Ask for fields, ask for homes, and smile at Hao Ying. Love the sand road by the lake, avoid mud.
The first frost water marks, light blue scales exposed to the distant continent.
The wine is fading away, the wind is soft and chilly, and the broken hat is affectionate but affectionate.
If the festival is rewarded, it will ruin the autumn.
Everything is a dream in the end. Take a rest. The yellow butterfly will worry tomorrow.
4. Ancient poems about butterflies, butterflies in full bloom (Tang)
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.
2, "Jinse" Li Shangyin
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.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
3. Travel Notes of the Spring Festival Evening Cui Tu (Tang)
Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring.
The butterfly dreams of Wan Li, and the azalea blossoms in the third night of last month.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera?
5. Is there an ancient poem about butterflies, Jinse?
Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings.
Every flower has a youthful interval.
Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies,
The king's longing for spring is crying in the cuckoo.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the green sea of the moon,
The blue fields breathe their emeralds to the sun.
A moment that should last forever?
Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
(the second couplet, generally speaking, the past is like smoke)
Spring Festival Evening Travel
Cui Tu (Tang)
Flowers bloom mercilessly,
Send the east wind across Cheng Chun.
Wan Li, the dream home of butterflies,
Rhododendron branches were late last month.
The book movement in the old garden has been extinct for years.
Huafachun is just a mirage.
Naturally, if you don't return it, you will return it.
Who is fighting in Wuhu Tobacco Field?
This poem vividly and poetically expresses the feelings of cherishing spring and homesickness with beautiful language and neat meter.
Proud poetry
Li shangyin
If you want to fight for butterflies, don't thank catkin disease.
(Writing about teenagers running around chasing butterflies and catching catkins)
Eight miscellaneous poems
(Jin) Zhang Xie
Report to the border town and bind the Rong Brigade.
Get off the bus like yesterday and look at four or five dollars.
May I ask when this is? Butterflies fly to the South Garden.
I love Laopu, and I miss Laoshan.
Fu Jian * The more clothes she wears, the more beautiful she will be.
The local wind is safe for a reason.
Resentment and the main thin Ji Zhe
Xie Tiao (Southern Dynasties)
Flowers fall and butterflies fall, and the wind curtain enters Shuang Yan.
Poetry of spring feeling
(Tang) Li Bai
Dust haunts the wandering face, and butterflies make beautiful women.
Two Ancient Poems (Part Two)
Liang Wudi (Southern Dynasties)
Two butterflies are flying, low.
Two Poems by Qujiang (Ⅱ)
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Go back to spring clothes every day,
Jiangtou is drunk every day.
Alcohol debt is common,
Life is seventy years old.
Pierre Aries Piesinous deeply saw that,
Water dragonflies fly very slowly,
Scenes of information flow,
Temporary companionship is the opposite.
[Water Regulation] (Pan Xiangjiang)
(Song) Zhang Xiaoxiang
God paid me for it,
The waves in June are blue.
Beyond cicada dust,
Butterfly dream of water and clouds.
[Sijiake]
(Song) Wu Wenying
The butterfly is gone, and the dream is heavy.
Leng Xiang closed the small courtyard.
There's a lot to see here.
6. The famous sentence about butterflies, looking deeply through butterflies, water dragonflies fly slowly.
Du Fu Li Shangyin's "Jinse", I wonder why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each flower-like string is the interval of youth. 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. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Mountain to sea, China to Song. Four mountains vs three fairs.
Palace flowers against forbidden willows, stuffed geese against dragon generals. Summer Palace, Guanghan Palace.
Picking up green is the topic. Zhuang Zhoumeng becomes a butterfly, and Lv Wang flies a bear.
The wind stops in the north, the fan stops in summer, and the curtains in the south bask in the sun, saving the winter sun. Crane dance floor, the jade emperor can be immortal; On Fengxiang stage, the purple flute blows away the beauty wind.
The butterfly dream in front of the pillow is upside down, and the apricot branches are hazy. Ask Tianya, what's the matter, think about parting.
With a cry, the intestines are knotted. Outside Ling Min, Jiangnan is a strange place.
Willow is on the long embankment, and the green belt can be folded. The town reminds me thousands of times every day, and only one sentence is often said.
It's better to go home than to go home. He Zhu negative word Magnolia Leng Xiang floating, hope to have a dream butterfly.
When the morning comes, my eyes shine, and I'm afraid I'll see the condensation and warmth gradually melt. The drum urges the song to send, and the fragrant wine is for whom to honor.
The lonely wall is east, the door covers the dusk, and the courtyard is full of wind. When Ouyang Xiu, Ruan Langchun returned to Nanyuan for an outing, the smell of wind and peace was like green plums like beans and willows, butterflies were flying all day long, flowers were blooming again, the smoke was low, people hung curtains, and they had no intention to undress, painting beams in Shuang Yan, and butterflies were flying on the shore.
The glass is full of dew and empty. Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a pair of fish.
Zhang Hu's dance is a dream butterfly, and Xie's song is Shrike Flying. The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple.
A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring. Looking for flowers alone by the Tanghe River. Du Fu's maiden is full of flowers, but a thousand flowers are low.
The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. Topic Chrysanthemum-Huang Chao in Tang Dynasty is full of west wind, and cold butterflies are hard to come.
If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua. Yang Wanli, Xugongdian in Xincheng, has a narrow hedge and the flowers on the tree head have not turned cloudy.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. To Miao Fayuan, Tang Zuyong and Zhu Hu, a high door was opened, and the green trees blocked the light from falling.
Eight dragons ride to celebrate the weight, and three tigers return to the DPRK. It's rare to sit on a bamboo and be silent.
Flower shame Pan Yuemao, called old age. The leaves are dark and the cherry blossoms are ripe, and the silk is long and the butterfly flies.
We should sympathize with Lu Ru's cheapness, which is contrary to the old mountain. Qingming period: Song Author: Gao Zhu Style: There are many tombs on the mountains in the north and south of Qilv, but Tomb-Sweeping Day is different.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas. When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop. Drunk peach garden era: Tang Author: Style: word South Garden spring outing, got wind of it.
Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day. Dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and curtains hang down.
Swing the grass and trap Luo Yi, and draw the beam and return to Shuang Yan. Nangezi Year: Song Author: Genre: Word cloud blows over the mountainside, and the wind blows raindrops.
Pastoral benefits include a pool terrace. Remember the season of meeting, remember the flowering of begonia.
Butterflies have no dreams, and mandarin ducks have media. Two or three cups of Tibetan hooks.
Tomorrow, the water will be sandy and the first air will come back. Year of Man: Song Author: Genre: The word Butterfly Dream Soul, the life experience of Banana, how many people get Pang Mei.
Very satisfied, talents are ancient and modern. Day after day, three companies, wings of Mo Peng, Kunchi, Ceng Hua.
In the shade of the tree, I am deeply ashamed, so I dare to be an Iraqi. Flying geese, fighting for wings, candle in the north gate, silk in the west.
Fortunately, I returned to half my life, and the garden road was treated first. Fishermen can't sing the woodcutter's songs, but Yan Ying will say that he is known to people.
Edit the history of flowers, repair thousands of acres and plant domes. Qingping Music Age: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Word Peach Root Peach Leaf.
A tree is associated with fragrance. Spring comes to Jiangnan in March and February.
Lost the butterfly. Step on green watermelon with your heart.
Flowers bloom in front of the wind. Gardenia with my heart, I quote you a hundred petals.
Year: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Style: Words break cicadas and high willows set the sun. It's drizzling late.
Green sandalwood is scarlet. Apricot butterfly, small screen.
Spring mountains overlap and autumn waves slow down. Clean the broken needle and thread.
Fall into the charming Tan Lang. There is nothing like throwing lotus seeds at mandarin ducks.
Jade Butterfly Age: Song Author: Lu You Genre: Tired of words, staying at the guest's place, whipping, releasing Xiaoxiang. What year is this? It's Gao Tang for Song Yu.
Embroidered curtains open, incense dust rises at the beginning, lotus steps are steady, and silver candles are branches. The end of darkness.
Swallows are ashamed and jealous, and butterflies are busy around bees. unforgettable
The fragrant bottle is diligent, the cold is new, and the jade leaks for a long time. How much affection, only worry about the invasion of the corridor.
Ask with a smile when you want to go back. When I approached, the Prime Minister flew into a rage. Break someone's intestines.
Give me a vacation and spare time to get on the horse. Minus word Magnolia Year: Song Author: genre: word cangue flower "Liu".
I know Dong Jun has been paying attention for a long time. Green and red.
The haggard is due to a night wind. A flirtatious butterfly.
I'm afraid to support my heart. Don't leave your cloak.
If you don't sue Dong Jun, who will you sue?
7. Who has a poem about butterflies?
A group of tired butterflies
Quietly collect beautiful moments in the sun
A blush and an oath
Or a simple sigh.
Make lamp oil with love
Distortion of goodwill
A lighted lamp
Warm and harmonious
The lamp of the mind will not go out at night.
For the wings flying in the sky
For drifting butterflies
A partner is a constantly pulling rope.
A group of tired butterflies
Put away your tired wings
They know
My deep sleep is for a new awakening.
I participated in a competition before, and the poems he wrote for me can only be commemorated now, but I still like them very much, so I will send them to you for a look.