Poetry about listening to birds +0. Ancient poems about birds.
Du Fu's two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets with green sky light, Xiling Qian Qiu Xuemen berthing Wu Dong Wan Li ship goose bent neck Xiang Tiange white hair floating green water red palm dialing clear waves Xijiang moonlight night line Huangsha Road Xin Qiji bright moon not surprised magpies, breeze chirping cicadas in the middle of the night.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. Qiantang Lake spring tour Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level was low at the beginning.
Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.
I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Birds fly out of Tianshan Mountain, and there are no footprints for thousands of miles. "
Poems about Birds Chen Bo's Flying is part of the danger of life. Look at the road, grow wings and jump into the milk washing. Sometimes we can't blame the birds for leaving. This little body is really destroyed at the touch of a button. Moreover, there are not many days when the weather is fine in the sky. Birds walk in the trace of fire when their wings fall off, which makes the cold air admit the temperature of their bodies. More often, the bird is the tip of an arrow, which makes the lonely sky know the sharpness of meat and the pain of penetration. Every bird is a failed hero, and its small body dies as soon as it flies. The sky proves the love of the wind and clouds for the media. At first, two birds stopped in the air and their lips collided from time to time, which went beyond the meaning of kissing. Their happiness is to constantly lift each other's hot bodies so that their thirsty lives will not collapse in selfless love. Away from the wings of flowers, is to let each other claim happiness in the flesh and blood fragrance of open petals. One bird grabs another bird's scalp and makes love know the pain and sobs when it is dizzy. A flock of birds flew past cheering. Sometimes we call that sound birdsong. We sit under it and listen to the melody it brings back from the friction of clouds. We were intoxicated and even had a long song of lust. People who cry can sit directly in the sound of birds with bird-like vocal cords, keeping a high degree of consistency with the sound of birds. He understands that kind of beautiful and desperate sadness. This is the sacrifice of life. It's like being buried in the chest of a whole bird. This is like a killing. The body only prepares for strong winds. Because weak birds never leave the mountains and rivers, an old bird's wings collapsed. This bird is too small. I can't see blood, I can't see scars, and I can't hear whining. It stood there quietly, watching other birds carrying their own lives in the clouds. A strong wind is blowing. The old bird was pushed off the branch, and a pile of fallen feathers came to choose the last free dust. Who let Liu Bang's words catch the wind among birds? "Death" tries to approach the blue days, and birds' lives can't stay away from the darkness. Therefore, it is soul-stirring nonsense in the dream, and it is a powerful story of human bird hunting. They swear that they can be broken and sacrificed, but they can't die when people leave. Sometimes we see a bird flying, and the bird has begun to say goodbye. They died at an unknown time and place. As a mockery, they threw their bodies into the darkness and let the sky-blue thoughts hide in the wind and fly. Clouds let children and grandchildren see through the essentials of flying. Birds can't fly You left it on my balcony. I look at you. You look at me too. Nobody said anything to see what the other side should do. What can we do? You said the cold north stretches behind you in the morning. What's the matter with you? You didn't return it all night because you were afraid of traffic jams. You get up early and go to work. Can your broken eyes be complete when crossing the city? I stood on my balcony and continued to fly, but I still couldn't fly. I guess your life when I have nothing to do. Crow, smoking a cigarette is my happiness. Simply light a cigarette and burn it in the crow's eyes. Smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment, although the sunset stole my lover's dress and the night stole my eyes.
The harp is left, but the wind has no fingers. When the cigarette is finished, the happiness ends the lost time, and the falling ash falls happily. Inging and Woodpecker (Fable Poem) The pests and diseases in the forests of Kong Fei are getting more and more serious. The sick tree got sick in the wind, and the woodpecker flew and shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming-"What a loving voice! What a wonderful singing voice! Only the children of Ingrid can have such a beautiful singing voice. This young woodpecker made the doctor's father not see her as a medical family for the first time, but forgot to bring a scalpel. The disease spreads in the epidermis of diseased trees, but there is no cure. The voice of love in her ear is still "I am coming, I am coming." The voice is no longer good, and it gradually becomes hoarse. Ingrid gave him a good voice, but he ruined it. What's the use of such a woodpecker? If you want to listen to singing, you can listen to Ingrid's songs. Ingrid's mothers nurtured the woodpecker's children, and the woodpecker's children learned the art of pecking insects from their father. Ingrid paid the price. Before their children were born, they were replaced by the parents of woodpeckers, and beautiful songs were born in the forest. These beautiful woodpeckers saved the woodpeckers in the forest "DuDu". Did you hear the bloody cry of songbirds? There is no shortage of fakes in the world, and there are also many unknown heroes in the world. They trained the descendants of rebellious heroes wholeheartedly. A trace of poetry, spring bird, spring bird? Love sings in the green Woods.
Your singing has the rhythm of spring. ? Your song praises the warmth of the sun.
Your song? The hope of new life on earth. Birds in spring, only you can sing spring songs.
Is your song awake? This gloomy hibernating forest and hibernating soil ... birds in spring? I like listening to your songs. I would like to be a spring bird, flying in the sunny and green forest without dawn with your song.
Crow 1: I don't care if I'm so gray and black all the year round. Even rural teachers are glib these days, but they are not stupid. They just refuse to join in the fun and say some euphemistic auspicious words. I just want to be a poet of conscience. I always cry and curse crow 2: I am so gray and black all the year round, and I don't care. These days, even rural teachers are glamorous poets pretending to be conscience.
2. Poetry and ancient poetry about birds
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses.
_ _ _ _ Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" Jiang Bi birds are too white, and the mountains are clear and the waters are white. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Two quatrains" is helpless, and Yan seems to be back.
_ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Huanxisha New Words and a Glass of Wine" Who sent the brocade book in the cloud? The wild goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. _ _ _ _ Li Qingzhao's "A plum, a fragrant lotus root and a jade autumn" Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Jueju" I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I am very grateful to the geese for sending books. _ _ _ _ Huang Tingjian's "Send a few times to the Yellow River" cicadas make the forest quiet and Tonamiyama more secluded.
_ _ _ _ Wang Ji's "If you are in Xi", Kunshan jade is broken and Fengming, and Furong smiles in tears. _ _ _ _ Li He's "Yu Liping Yin" Egrets fly in front of Cisai Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat.
_ _ _ _ Zhang's "Fishing Song, Egrets Flying in Front of the Cisse Mountain" is far and near, and people follow the water. _ _ _ _ Liu Changqing's "Death of Immortal Hatred, Early Fall of Qingchuan" The bluebird doesn't spread the news beyond the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain.
_ _ _ _ Li Jing's "Breaking the Huanxi Sand, Hand-rolling the Jade Hook and Real Beads", where the petals are already like tears, the lonely bird has sung grief. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Spring Watch" Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain has three or four spots of moss in the pool, and there are one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Spring Scenes" Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints.
_ _ _ _ Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue is a sad night in western Western jackdaw. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds.
_ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's "Partridge Day, Dusk Day, West Western jackdaw Sorrow", the yellow crane will never return to the world, and the white clouds will never fly. _ _ _ _ Cui Hao's "Yellow Crane Tower/Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower" The autumn wind in Bai Yunfei, the plants and trees turn yellow, and the geese return to the south.
_ _ _ _ Liu Che autumn wind poetry birds stay in the trees by the pool, and the monk knocks at the door on the moon. _ _ _ _ Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion Map" blocked the scenery, and Hengyang geese didn't pay attention to it.
_ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's "The Pride of the Fisherman" In Qiu Si, an egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's My Cabin in Wangchuan returned to Wangchuan Village after the autumn rain, and he was totally embarassed and sad for a fallen flower, or Yun Lan envied a brisk bird.
_ _ _ _ Cen Can's "Left Courtyard Secretariat Du Zhao" counted the early warblers vying for warm trees, and the new swallows pecked at the spring mud. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour in Qiantang" is thousands of miles away, green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.
_ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring", the trees of ten thousand valleys meet the sky, and the cuckoos of a thousand peaks crow. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "To Zi Zhou Shi Li" is combined in the pool on the sand.
Clouds break the moon and flowers make a shadow. _ _ _ _ Zhang Xian's "Fairy, Water Tune, Several Voices, Holding Wine Listening" The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is slightly cool, the vegetation is shaking and the frost is exposed, and Yan Ci belongs to southern Hunan.
_ _ _ _ Cao Pi's "Two Poems of Yan, Part I" Jiang Yingyan first flew, and the guest followed the pot. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days" Fish come out in the drizzle and swallows are inclined in the breeze.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Two Poems of Red Hearts on the Water Threshold" Maids are like flowers in Man Chun Hall, and now only partridges fly. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's Visit to the Ancient Vietnam When the Swallow came to Xinhua News Agency, the Pear Blossom was behind Tomb-Sweeping Day.
_ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Spring Scene" Who pities a shadow and loses all the clouds? _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Lonely Goose/Flying Goose Thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the north wind blows geese and snow in succession. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Biedongda University" Lonely geese don't drink and peck, but fly.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Lonely Goose/Flying Goose Later" The geese lead the heart to worry, and the mountains hold the good moon. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Climbing Yueyang Tower with Twelve Summers", the river grass is rainy, and the birds in the Six Dynasties are like dreams.
_ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang plays Taicheng Yingchu, which is the most beneficial thing in the spring of the year. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Reducing Magnolia, Early Solution" Liu Ti in the courtyard at dusk, remembering that person, pear blossoms in the middle of the month.
_ _ _ _ The cat's little mermaid, the east wind is swaying, flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "A Night Abroad" In the bright moonlight, geese are soaring and the chief Tatar is fleeing in the dark.
_ _ _ _ Lu Lun's "He Zhangfu shoots the next song, the third song" is thousands of miles away, and the beach road is sandy. Several birds cried and complained about the years.
_ _ _ _ Zhong Shu "Conan Zi Li Shi Yuan Qingshan" leaves gather and disperse, and western Western jackdaw is surprised. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind lyrics" has several broken stars, and the flute leans against the building.
_ _ _ _ Zhao Wei's Chang 'an Late Autumn/Autumn Hope/Autumn Evening is a lonely grass stream, and orioles sing in the trees. _ _ _ _ Wei Wuying's "Xixi on Chuzhou" The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves.
_ _ _ _ Liu Zongyuan's "The leaves of the banyan tree in Liuzhou fall occasionally in February", and the threshold chrysanthemum is sad with smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away.
_ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Butterfly Lovers, Threshold, Chrysanthemum, Sorrow, Smoke, Blue Tears, Dew" The tree is empty and the birds are singing all the way to the spring mountain. _ _ _ _ Li Hua's Improvisation of Spring moves a hundred times at will, and the flowers bloom red and purple.
_ _ _ _ Ouyang Xiu's "Thrushcross Birds" Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. _ _ _ _ Dai Shulun's "Suxi Pavilion", where birds are alive and mountains are bright, and people's hearts are quiet.
_ _ _ _ The Buddhist temple behind the broken mountain temple is often built. Swallows fly in and people walk in the green water. _ _ _ _ Su Shi indulged in talking about palace affairs in "Spring Scenes", but the parrot dared not speak in front of people.
_ _ _ _ Zhu Qingyu's "Gong Ci/Gong Zhong Ci" Lonely village sunset, the old tree west of Western jackdaw smoke, the shadow flies a little. _ _ _ _ Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn" Yu Jintang, a young woman from Lujia, the swallow lives in pairs on the hawksbill beam.
_ _ _ _ _ Shen Quanqi's "The ancient meaning is to fill a vacancy, Joe/the ancient meaning/loneliness" hides the green leaves, and the bamboo curtain separates the swallows. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "The Path is Red and Thin" She dreamed that she went to the camp in western Liaoning and met him there, which woke her up.
_ _ _ _ Jin Changxu's "Spring Complaint/Yizhou Song" Birds fly to their hometown, and the fox dies first. _ _ _ _ Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters" powder falls on Baihuazhou, and the fragrance is residual.
_ _ _ _ Cao Xueqin's "Tang Duoling Catkin" Wanderers listen to drums and autumn geese sound. _ _ _ _ There are butterflies dancing from time to time in Du Fu's "Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night", and the charming Yingying just cries.
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside, Part VI" surprised the moon birds and sounded the spring flow. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Birds Singing Stream" Pengshan has no multiple roads leading to Oh Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
_ _ _ _ Li Shangyin's Untitled Time was long before I met her, but it was longer than when we broke up. She was daydreaming. _ _ _ _ Yan Shu's "Confession Jin Furong lives in the letter and is fragrant" The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze tells the cicada at midnight.
_ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's "Walking the Yellow Sand Road on a Moonlit Night in Xijiang", the terrace was foggy and dark, and Bai Niao wanted to dance with fish in his mouth. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's "Fishing, Watching the Afternoon Rain", the fog breaks, apes and birds sing; _ _ _ _ Tao Hongjing's Thank You for Writing a Book has a sunset at half mast, two rows of new geese and a boat.
_ _ _ _ He Zhu's "Beautiful, Mix Jiang Shangdi's Autumn" looks at the clouds and is ashamed to swim in the water. _ _ _ _ Tao Yuanming's "Starting the Town Army to Defeat the Left and Join the Army" Bai Niao stood in the water and saw people rising into the reed flowers.
_ _ _ _ Dai Fugu's "Watching the Night in Jiangcun" Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry. _ _ _ _ Du Mu's Your Excellency, Shui Ge, Kaiyuan Temple, Xuanzhou, Jiaxi Mansion in West Anhui, Yanming is far beyond Xiaoxiang, and it is self-evident on the twelfth floor.
_ _ _ _ Wen Ting.
3. Poems about listening to birds in summer
When the wind is sunny, birds sing in groups and flowers climb.
Don Du Xunhe's "Bitterness in the Spring Palace"
The scenery on the city is chaotic, and the gate smoke is on the shore.
Song Qian Wei Yan's Magnolia
Listen carefully to the cries of Du Yu in Chunshan, all of which are farewell poems.
Du Yu: Azaleas.
Huanxisha in Qiji, Song Xin
Spring is in the depths of birds and flowers.
Song Chen Liang's "Nan Gezi"
Swallow and fly, where is Wen Chun? Only the pond is green.
Song Jiangkui's Pale Yellow Willow
Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water.
Quick Red: Petals are dancing.
Pu's patio sand spring
The green window comes in spring and stays up late. Who wakes up? Xiaoying is crying outside the window.
Wake up: wake up.
Yuan Yang Chun Qu Chun Jing
An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.
The weather is getting better every day, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming: drinking)
Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. ("Chang Jian: Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")
Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain)
Birds perch on trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door of the moon. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")
Cicada is quiet in the forest, but Tonamiyama is more hidden.
4. Poems about birds
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Wanggang birds are not poor, and even the mountains are full of autumn colors. Up and down the Huazigang, what a melancholy feeling.
Wang Mulan and Chai Qiushan collected the remaining photos and chased the front couple with the birds. When the color is green, there is no place to give the evening haze.
Wang Wei, Huang Fu, Yue Yunxi, the birds are singing in the brook, and people are idle, and the night is quiet and spring is empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.
Wang Wei's Lin Gaotai sent Li Ji's Lin Gaotai and Kawahara's Limit. The faint bird returns, and the pedestrian walks.
Three of Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems have been seen in the cold plum blossoms, and the birds are heard again. Looking forward to the spring grass, I am afraid of my previous life.
Pei Di Wangchuan Mulan Village sunset, birds singing in the stream. Yuanxi Road has deepened. When will you be happy?
Twenty songs from Wangchuan, Pei Di, have been to Julie Pavilion and had a blind date with Taoism. There are no mountain birds in and out of the world.
Chu Guangxi's Four Poems in the South of the Yangtze River draws leaves by the stream and picks reed seedlings on the shore. In order to cherish Yuanyang, gently animate the radial direction.
Wang Changling sent Tan Ba to Guilin, the guest center is still in Chu, and the general is in Linxiang. Don't worry about apes and birds, the cold weather is long and the water is long.
Liu Changqing sent his son-in-law Cui and Li Mu to Yangzhou and took their young children to fish for the rest of their lives. Be careful and tell the guests to return to China, not to mention Taoyuan people.
Meng Haoran boarded Xianshan Pavilion and sent a letter to Zhang Shaofu, the first leader of Jinling. The wind is very strong, and Yun Fan is like a flying bird. Try Zhang Yuxuan. Hans wants to come back.
Meng Haoran Xiao Chun I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere. How many flowers fall after a stormy night.
Li Bai Koguryo's golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late. Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east.
Li Bai estimated that the sea passengers would sail the boat far away by the wind. For example, birds in the clouds disappear without a trace.
Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Qiu Ge, an Ostrich in Autumn Brocade, is rare in the world. Pheasants are too shy to wear sweaters.
Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" is about crossing the bird path and Jiang Zu making a fish beam. The water is in a hurry, and the flowers are fragrant.
Li Bai watches Mugua Mountain get up early to watch the sunrise, and the faint birds return. Being in a foreign country has long been sour, not to mention facing the papaya mountain.
Li Bai was drunk in Wang Hanyang Hall, and I flew south and north like a partridge. When I was looking for Hanyang Order, I returned by drunken moon.
Li Bai sits alone in Jingting Mountain, birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
Li Bai sent himself to the wine without feeling guilty, and his clothes were full of flowers. Birds are still scarce when you are drunk.
Li Bai's wisteria tree wisteria hangs in the clouds, and the flowers are just right for spring. Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States.
Wei Changmen missed the past, walked down a big tree alone and got to know each other from a distance. This is a sad and eternal thing. I lean against the door at dusk.
Wei looked at the South Tower at night, and in the dead of night, blackbirds moved in the forest. There are no cities, only four mountains.
Wei lived alone in the mound house, the mountains and moons were as bright as candles, and the wind and frost moved bamboo. Birds are frightened in the middle of the night, and people leave windows alone.
In Cen Can, Sanhui Temple is desolate, the wild temple is desolate, and the ancient trees are cold and sad. There are birds on the empty steps, just like when making books.
On the way, Guo Xiang's slogan (Lu Yi's poem) held jade for three dynasties and Chu for ten years. There are flowers and birds in Luoyang every year.
Du Fu's two quatrains: the bluebird in the river is too white, and the mountain is blue and white. This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home?
Du Fu's six quatrains: the shower brings the foot of the stream, and the oblique light turns to the waist of the tree. The yellow birds in the nest close and the white fish jump.
Du fu's six quatrains: the river moves the moon and moves the stone, and the stream circles the clouds and flowers. Birds know the old road when they live and sail over their homes.
One hundred untitled poems by Qian Qi and You Jiang (written by Xie Qian) started the birds on the sand and splashed the sunset spray. No matter the fish in many places, you should guard against one eye.
5. Poems about birds
Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets are driving orioles in the sky. In all their music, the weather is getting better and better, and birds are still flying in the air. Interviewee: Baomu Yushan | Grade 5 | June 2, 200917: 02 Wang Wei's people in Birming Creek are idle with sweet-scented osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty.
When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. I am slandered here by Ouyang Xiu, a singing bird. Every time I smell clever words, I should be sick.
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 along the banks of the Chuze River, and Li Sao is haggard and sad, waking up alone. The thrush Ouyang Xiu moves at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple. 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.
Farewell lover Li Bai, clear water does not move, peach blossoms come from the shore. Peach blossoms make water color, and waves shake spring color.
I like my son's beauty and my articles. The wind blows away the green harp, which is purple in curvature.
Once a fish in the water, now two birds. Mourning is a long crow, until five o'clock every night.
Fold the acacia tree and give it to your heart. Water under the bridge, the clouds are light and the wind is light.
There are birds at the end of the world, but there is no Hua Yao's voice. When Xishan Magpie just returned to China, it knew the opportunity when it was empty, and it avoided flying in a stable place for a long time.
Just because I am never impartial, I congratulate my host at the window. In the mountains, it's just a rare bird, but I don't know much about it.
If you can explain what is happening in the world, Yantai will build thousands of dollars today. Stop him from getting into Chai Fei's net instead of stealing birds from the barn and turning them into fat.
Laierlin hall adds interest to the scenery and stays in the mountain fruit teaching. In Pian Yu, an egret Lutong carved it into an egret. He was anxious to grasp the balance.
When the sand is stuck in the sand, people don't know what idleness means. This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.
-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.
-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" surprises the mountains and birds, and the sound is flowing in spring.
(Wang Wei: a bird in the stream) There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
(Du Fu: Spring Dream) In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. (Yu Haoran: Chun Xiao) Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..
(Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: Drinking) Birds live with the mountain light here, and people's hearts touch peace in the pool.
(Chang Jian: "A Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple") The birds are high, and the lonely clouds are alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon door.
(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion") The cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is even more quiet. (Wang Ji: Entering Zoigexi) In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.
-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.
-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" surprises the mountains and birds, and the sound is flowing in spring.
(Wang Wei: a bird in the stream) There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
(Du Fu: Spring Dream) In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. (Yu Haoran: Chun Xiao) Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..
(Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: Drinking) Birds live with the mountain light here, and people's hearts touch peace in the pool.
(Chang Jian: "A Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple") The birds are high, and the lonely clouds are alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon door.
(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion") The cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is even more quiet. (Wang Ji: if you enter).
6. The poem of listening to insects and birds in Tang poetry is
1, smell insects
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Insects are singing in the dark at night, and it is cloudy and rainy in autumn.
I'm afraid that people who are worried will sleep for a while and their voices will move closer to the bed.
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There are insects chirping in the dark at night, and it's autumn. It's raining outside and it's hard for people to sleep. That bug seems to be afraid of people sleeping for a while. The louder it is, the closer it is to my bed.
2, Hasegawa reading Sheba boy
Tang Dynasty: Li He
Insect sound and light are sparse, and cold medicine is thick at night.
You pity the guests and are still hard.
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Insects and dim lights, my family is so poor; Night cold medicine is strong, and my body is so weak. Standing alone, inseparable, I am so lonely; Only you, a poor bird with drooping wings, braved hardships and accompanied me.
3. China Nanshantian Bank
Tang Dynasty: Li He
Autumn is crisp, the autumn wind is white, and the pond is full of water and insects.
There is Yanyun root moss on the mountain, and the cold red tears are charming.
In September, the rice fork is deserted, and the firefly flies at a low angle.
Stone veins and flowing springs drip sand, and ghost lights are picturesque.
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The autumn wind swept, the autumn fields were bright and clean, the pond was deep and clear, and bugs were chirping in the grass. Mossy rocks, thick clouds floating. The autumn flowers with dewdrops are crying delicately.
In September, the rice in the wasteland is uneven, and fireflies with cold light are flying low on the inclined path. The spring water seeping from the crevices drops into the sand, and the jack-o'-lantern is like a painted lamp in the grave, and the pine forest is dotted with flowers.
4, more leaks, original intention
Qing Dynasty: Wang Fuzhi
The moon is slanting and the stars are sparse. No, autumn night is eternal. The voice is slow and ticking. Eyes do not fold easily.
Frost leaves fall, insects swarm, and thin wine is not drunk. What's going on in the world, the heart of a teenager. Clear and profound.
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A crescent moon hangs in the west, and the scattered stars shine brightly, but the autumn night is particularly long. The sound of dripping water from a leaky kettle reverberates in my ears, making it difficult to sleep.
Frosted leaves bend over, insects are chirping in the dark corner, and everything in autumn is so sad. How can a thin glass of wine alleviate my sadness? I am eager to serve my country, but I can't do it all the time. World affairs, be immersed in love with your children, can only be buried in your heart.
5. Send Wei XVI back to Suzhou
Tang Dynasty: Huangfu Ran
Autumn night in autumn, crickets are chirping, and crickets are chirping seriously.
Tomorrow you will return to piling by boat, and then, when you look back at Suzhou, you will only see a cloud of white clouds.
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On a dark night in autumn, I'll take you home. Crickets are chirping. Tomorrow you will return to Pirin by boat. At that time, when you look back at Gusu, you will only see a piece of white clouds.