1. The Thrushcross Bird

Song Dynasty:? Ouyang xiu

hundreds of sounds move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple.

it's better to listen to the golden cage than to sing freely in the Woods.

Translation:

Thrush birds are full of cries, flying in the forest with their own minds, and freely shuttling through the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers.

Now I know that I heard the cry of thrush locked in a golden cage before, which is far less than singing freely when I was wandering in the forest. ?

2. Birds

Tang Dynasty:? Bai Juyi

Who lives a small life? As common as flesh and blood.

I advise you not to hit the boudoir, and the son will wait for his mother in the nest.

Translation:

Who said that the lives of these birds are insignificant? Everything in the universe has flesh and blood skin, which is the same life, and there is no truth about which is more important.

I advise you not to hit the birds on the branches. The young birds are still waiting for their mother's return in the nest, so you can't kill several lives with one stone!

3. The Return of Birds Part One

Wei and Jin Dynasties:? Tao Yuanming

flies to the birds and goes to the Woods in the morning.

the distance is eight tables, and the clouds are near.

the wind doesn't match, so turn over the purlin to seek the heart.

when you listen to each other, the scenery is clear.

Translation:

The returning birds fly freely, leaving the nest and leaving the Woods in the morning.

The sky is vast and free to fly, so rest in Yuncen nearby.

the warm spring breeze blows head-on, and you turn your wings to your liking.

Look at the companions singing, and the figure is hidden in the clear shade.

4. Spring Dawn

Tang Dynasty:? Meng Haoran

I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, everywhere round me the singing of birds.

but now I remember the night, the storm, and I wonder how many blossoms were broken.

Translation:

In spring, before you know it, it is dawn, and birds can be heard everywhere.

Looking back at the sound of wind and rain last night, I don't know how many beautiful spring flowers were blown down.

5.

Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao lived in seclusion with few neighbors, and the grass path entered the deserted garden.

birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon and go to the door.

cross the bridge to divide the color and move the rock to move the cloud roots.

come back here for a while, and you'll live up to your promise.

Translation:

Living here leisurely, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to a deserted small garden.

Birds are freely perched on the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the mountain gate in the bright moonlight.

Walking across the bridge to see the charming scenery of Yuan Ye, the feet of clouds are fluttering and the rocks seem to be moving.

I'm leaving here for a while, and I'll come back soon. I'll meet you and retire together, and I'll never stand you up when it expires.