A poem praising vultures 1. Poems in praise of raising birds.
Instructions for raising birds
See you often.
Wandering bird shop
I know you like birds very much.
I like it too.
However, I let birds fly in the sky.
Thousands.
Let them fly freely.
I let the wind play with them.
I asked them to provide food in summer.
If you are sleepy at night
Every tree can provide them with sleep.
I'm not worried at all
If you really miss it.
I can see you as soon as I look up.
What bird hooked your heart?
You're hanging out in the bird shop
I know you like birds very much.
me too
It's just that I have a lot more birds than you.
thousand
Let it stay in the sky
Rise on the telephone pole after the rain
Put it on the sunny lawn.
Grew up in the Woods between the country and the city.
"Thrushcross Birds" Ouyang Xiu
Hundreds of sounds follow the heart, and the flowers are red and purple.
I just realized that it is better to sing freely in the forest than to listen to the golden cage.
Du Fu's Bird
Who said that a group of people have no life, and they are generally skinny.
I advise you not to pat a bird. My son is waiting for his mother to come back in the nest.
The tragic scene of the young birds starving in the nest after the bird hunters killed the mother birds was written into anthropomorphic poems to educate people to love birds.
Du Mude's bird
Mr. Jinli has a black scarf, and the taro and millet in the garden are not all poor.
If you are used to seeing guests and children like it, you have to drive the birds away and tame them.
(At that time, Uighurs in Jinhe area shot birds with bows and arrows, which scared the geese in the sky to panic and moan. The poet Du Mu looked at the frightened geese flying south and wrote this poem with pity: Birds. It can be seen from the last two sentences of the poem that although there are children playing in front of the door, under his education, everyone consciously loves birds, so birds often feed in front of the steps, as if they were domesticated. )
The sound of birds
Don't tie my hands and feet
Through the clouds, I am a free bird.
Let me fly.
Give me a little pride as a bird.
I'm tired of it.
This cage, this water, this endless food.
This warm nest
I'm really useless.
Seeing this, the grass withered and the flowers faded.
Spring has gone, and autumn has come again.
I can only sing unnecessarily.
I should indulge.
On the branches, among the flowers, by the stream.
Show the pride of flying
Grow old. Grow old.
Buried in grass, buried in flowers, buried in rivers.
This dream, this wish
Into my heart
It makes me uneasy and anxious.
There is no flower in life, and self-harm is the way to get rid of it.
My name is Bleeding. I pecked off my feathers.
If you are destined to live in a cage all your life
Death is better than life.
2. Bird hymns
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. -On the Lake by Vae Yuan Jie
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
3. Poems praising birds
Shanniao
Tangzhenggu
Afraid and lost, the powder wall is high, what sound and feathers.
The little girl doesn't have to play in a hurry, eat the cherries on the branches.
Singing bird
Tang Liyifu
In the sun, the colors are shining, and in the piano, the night is crying.
A forest is like a tree. You don't need to borrow a branch to live.
Bathing bird
Don Lu Zhao Lin
Dancing alone depends on the rock, and flying in groups is light.
I grew up on white clouds in front of the green beach.
kingfisher
Tang hanhe
The water in the sky is far away and the net is thin, and the clothes are heavy and blue.
Bullets are harmful to children. I suggest you not fly near the city.
Tong flower and bird
Don
The five-color sweater is better than Feng Chu, and there is nothing in the deep flowers.
The beauty bought it out of sympathy and moved to Chai Jin to weigh several baht.
Listen to Kuzu.
Don
Grass grows outside Shanglanmen, and flowers live in Weiyang Palace.
There are also people who follow the imperial garden. I don't know whether to go to Jindi.
In spring, a thousand words can be explained, and a hundred birds sing first.
Every household should be aware of it. Why should we listen to crows when establishing rules and regulations?
Wenkuzu
Tang liangzhong
One hundred languages have heard of his country, which is fascinating. Pick a leaf and open a thousand flowers.
When sitting in love, indulge, hide or stop. There is no need to feel lonely. I resigned from home for three years.
Warm spring bird
Tangweizhuang
Clouds and clear spring birds are everywhere in Jiangcun, which is still like old news in Chang 'an.
Ying Xiao Wo in front of the wall, I am haggard today, and I am ashamed of you.
aquatic bird
Don
Smoke stops water for home, sleep in twos and threes and warm sand.
Thank you for leaving Lu 'an to say goodbye. How can it be forbidden to the ends of the earth?
Moon bird
Tangzhenggu
South geese with frost on their backs are not everywhere, and I first heard that North geese were leaning on them.
Plum rains cover the river and spring grass rests, with many litchi branches.
Good birds sing high.
Don
Not to support the family, but to move to another place and feel inferior. The shadow is high and late, and the sound is far away from the wind.
Clouds sweep thousands of miles, and hundreds of flowers bloom. It's amazing at night, just ask your friends to listen.
At the age of three, the oath was first sung in a branch. If the forest can be trusted, the weak feather is willing to make a difference.
wood thrush
Song Ouyang xiu
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
Jumping bird
Song Ouyang xiu
I'm being slandered here, and every time I smell a clever word, it should be disgusting.
Spring in the mountain city is bitter and lonely, and I always hate it without grace.
Flowers bloom and birds talk, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death and friends with flowers and birds.
Flowers can smile at me, and birds advise me to drink without mercy.
It's beautiful to drink at leisure, so as not to scatter birds.
The barren spirit is all on the bank of Chuze, and Li Sao wakes up haggard and sad.
4. What are the ancient poems praising peony and Pulsatilla?
1. Pulsatilla chinensis
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Clusters of trees are just fresh and sunny, and birds sing well in the spring forest.
Feather generation mistakenly teaches and pushes the head, and listening carefully is mostly juvenile feelings.
2. Only peony is the real national color, and capital moves when flowers bloom. -Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Peony"
3, this city is lascivious, and Tianjiao sends flowers late. -Liu Yuxi's "Watching Peony in Silly South Village"
4. The world is really a peony. -Ouyang Xiu's "Luoyang Peony"
5, a year of spring scenery is ruined, and then find Wei Zi and Yao Huang. -Fan Chengda's "Re-assigning Simple Poems to Improve Meaning"
6. I have slender bamboo shoots, and I am blooming leisurely. -Han Yu answers Zhang Eleven
7, green and quiet, red and deep. In the face of withering, peony is sad from it. Can you understand peony's thoughts? -Wang Wei's Red Peony
8. There are only two red peonies left in front of the stage. I think all the flowers should be blown away when the wind blows tomorrow morning. At night, I pity these weak but red flowers and take a torch to see the peony. -Bai Juyi's Precious Peony
9, the core wind frequency of the cluster is not good, and the red rain is updated. Watch it blow to the ground, don't be a spring. -Yuan Zhen's Peony
10, don't be jealous of the new makeup girl in the boudoir and be ashamed of Fu Fenlang. Last night, the moonlight was as deep as water, and it was fragrant when you got started. -Wei Zhuang's Bai Mudan
1 1, Luoyang people are used to seeing exotic flowers, but peaches and plums can't bloom. It must be peony flowers. The city is full of joy. Shao Yong's "Luo Yangchun Fu"
12, peony is very good, and it is a spring, and a hundred flowers compete for a thousand years. The national color is fresh and tender, the fairy crowns overlap and the red clouds are cut. Peony in Fan Chunren
13, green is bright and quiet, and red is shallow and deep. In the face of withering, peony is sad from it. Can you understand peony's thoughts? -Wang Wei's Red Peony
14, the cloud needs clothes, flowers and capacity, and the spring breeze blows the threshold. -Li Bai's "Three Qingping Tunes"
15, with this beautiful color, Heaven teaches to send flowers late. -Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Peony"
16, the peony demon in front of the court was unqualified, and the lotus in the pool was pure and affectionate. Only peony is the real national color, and it will move the capital as soon as it opens. -Liu Yuxi's "Appreciating Peony"
17, a bunch of rich colors, ten households are given people. -Bai Juyi's "Qin Zhongyin buys flowers"
18, I want to temporarily seek the power of nature to reduce the delicate color of peony. Pay less attention to the Qing people's love for flowers, like my husband is worried about crops. -Bai Juyi's Peony Square
19, there are only calligraphy in the peerless world, and only peonies in the public. -Bai Juyi's Peony
20. For me, this flower is the first one. Leave the group and go for a spring outing alone. -Shu's "Peony Flower Fu" 2 1, the residual red is exhausted, and it is fragrant, which is called the king of flowers. I cann't believe I boast that I'm strict in traveling west, and I'm the best in the world. -Pi Rixiu's Peony
22. If you teach Jieyu to pour the country, it will be ruthless and moving. -Luo Yin's Peony Flower
Peony is the only flower in the world. -Ouyang Xiu's "Luoyang Peony"
24, peony flowers are gorgeous, but not fragrant; Litchi fruit is unique and not a famous flower. -"Book after Litchi Score"
25. The peony in March is in a gorgeous state, which is a spectacular spring world. -Du Anshi's "Jade House Spring"
26, peaches and plums bloom, people do not peek, flowers must be peony. -Shao Yong's "Luo Yangchun Yin"
27, spring first, let a hundred flowers blossom is not beautiful. -Sima Guang's Peony in laojunmiao and Yao Huang
28. Although jujube flowers are as small as real, mulberry leaves are soft and spinnable. Laugh peony as big as a bucket, empty branches have nothing to do. -wang pu's Ode to Peony
29, Tianxiang night dyed clothes are still wet, and the national color is not su. -Xin Qiji's Partridge Sky, Zhu Liangxian's Hundred Flowers Peony
30, a year of spring scenery destroyed, but also to find Yao Huang Cabbage to see. -Fan Chengda's "Re-assigning Jane and Repairing Righteousness"
5. Poetry and appreciation of birds.
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"
Appreciation: The poet of these two sentences didn't know it was dawn because of his dream on a spring night. When he woke up, he heard birds singing everywhere outside the house. The poet cherishes ink as gold, and expresses the vibrant scene of Chunxiao with only one sentence: "Birds are singing around". However, people can know that it is the cheerful songs of these birds that awaken the lazy and sleepy poet. It is conceivable that it is already a beautiful spring outside the house at this time, and we can appreciate the poet's praise for spring.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream"
Appreciation: It seems that the silence of the night is broken by moving and writing, and the silence of the night is broken by "shaking" and "singing". In fact, the silence and leisure in the mountains are set off by the description of sound: the moon emerges from the clouds, and the quiet moonlight pours down. Several birds wake up from their sleep and whisper from time to time to the thin flowing water of the spring mountain stream, which sets off the overall artistic conception of this quiet mountain forest in front of readers.
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue
Appreciation: It creates a vast and silent artistic background for the fisherman: in the distance, the mountains are towering and the paths are criss-crossing, but there are no birds flying over the mountains and no people. Why is nature, which used to be boiling and noisy and full of vitality everywhere, so dead? A heavy snow swept through Qian Shan and covered the path. Birds can't fly, people can't. The cold brought by ice and snow has created a white and desolate world. This background strongly sets off the lonely and thin figure of the fisherman. How cold and lonely his mood should be at this moment! Here, the author describes the climate and scenery of fishermen when they fish by means of comparison and rendering. With a light pen, a light touch and a few words, it gives people a clean and cold lyrical atmosphere.
6. Sentences praising birds
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.
Look, this little guy can easily get out of the cage. You see, it looks like its mother: red mouth and feet, gray-blue hair, but there are no round white spots like pearls on its back. It is so fat that its whole body looks like a furry ball.
At first, the little guy just walked around the cage. Later, he flew around the room, landed on the top of the cabinet for a while, and stood proudly on the bookshelf for a while, pecking at the names of the great writers on the back of the book. I knocked on the light rope for a while, and then jumped into the frame. As long as the big bird calls in the cage, it will fly back to the cage immediately.
I don't care about this. Just open the window, it will only stand on the window frame for a while at most, and it will never fly out.
Gradually, it becomes bolder and sometimes falls on my desk.
At first, it was far away from me. When I didn't hurt it, it got closer, then jumped into my cup, lowered its head to drink tea, and then tilted its face to see my reaction. I just smiled and continued to write, and it boldly ran to the manuscript paper, jumping around my pen, and the beating little red claws squeaked on the paper.
I wrote quietly, enjoying the intimacy of this little guy silently. In this way, you are completely relieved. Simply "click" my trembling nib with that waxed, horny little red mouth. I touched its delicate fluff with my hand, but it was not afraid. Instead, it pecked my finger twice in a friendly way.
During the day, it accompanied me so naughty; It was dark, and it flew to the cage in the repeated calls of its parents, twisting its round body and squeezing the green leaves in.
One day, when I was writing on my desk, it actually fell on my shoulder. The pen in my hand stopped unconsciously for fear of scaring it away. After a while, I turned my head and saw this little guy asleep on my shoulder. His eyes were covered with silver-gray eyelids, and his little red feet were just covered with long hairs on his chest. I lifted my shoulder gently, but it didn't wake up and slept soundly! Smack your lips. Are you dreaming?
Feng Jicai's Pearl Bird reference;
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