1. Famous poems about butterflies
The butterfly can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies can fly in the water.
"Jin Se" by Du Fu and Li Shangyin The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past. Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted to the cuckoo.
The bright moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.
Mountains face the sea, and flowers face the Song Dynasty. The Four Sacred Mountains versus the Three Gongs.
The palace flowers are against the forbidden willows, and the wild geese are against the river dragons. Qingshu Palace, Guanghan Palace.
Pick up green and match the title red. Zhuang Zhou's dream turned into a butterfly, and Lu Wangzhao flew into a bear.
When the wind stops in the north, you can fan out in the summer, while in the south, you can expose the sun to the sun and save the heat in the winter. The crane dances on the roof of the building, and the jade flute breaks the fairy moon; on the phoenix platform, the purple flute blows off the beauty's wind.
Dreams are upside down in front of the butterfly pillow, and the moon is hazy on the branches of apricot blossoms. Asking the end of the world, what is so painful about love, thinking about parting.
As soon as the voice is called, the intestines are knotted. Outside the Minling Mountains, there is a road south of the Yangtze River.
There are willows and green strips on the long embankment. I give you instructions thousands of times every day, but I only say one sentence over and over again.
It’s better to go back than to go. It’s too sad to go back. He Zhu Reduced words The cold fragrance of magnolias floats, making you dream of butterflies wherever you look.
The morning sun shines in the pupils, and the sorrow gradually melts away from the crispness and warmth. Drums urge songs to be delivered, and who can enjoy the wine?
To the east of the lonely wall, the door is hidden and the courtyard is full of wind at dusk. When Ouyang Xiu and Ruan Lang returned to Nanyuan for an outing in the middle of spring, the wind was gentle and the horses neighed, the green plums were like beans and willows were like eyebrows, and butterflies were flying as the day progressed. The dew was heavy, the grass smoke was low, the curtains were hanging down, the swings were sleepy and undressing, and the two swallows were perched on the painted beams. . The hawthorn trees at the head of the Lihe River are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the shore.
The wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is full of tung trees. The Zhulou is connected to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish.
Zhang Hu dances as a butterfly dream, sings to thank the shrike for flying. The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the green moth is under the moonlight at night.
When the flowers fall in sadness, there will be no regrets in the spring. Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty Huang Si’s natal family’s pedestal is covered with flowers, and thousands of them hang low on the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Inscribed on chrysanthemums - Tang Dynasty. Huang Chao The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, the pistils are cold and fragrant, and the butterflies are hard to come.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. Xugongdian, Suxin City - Yang Wanli The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the trees have not yet formed shade.
The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found. As a gift to the seedlings, Zuyong of the Tang Dynasty: The Zhu household opens its doors high, and the green locust tree blocks the falling light.
The eight dragons rode on the throne, and the three tigers returned one after another. There is no sound of people sitting on the bamboo, but few birds singing in Hengqin.
Hua was ashamed of Pan Yue's appearance and was called Lao Laiyi when he was young. The leaves are dark, the red cherry blossoms are ripe, and the silk is long and white butterflies are flying.
One should pity the humble Confucians of Lu, but nothing is contrary to the old mountain. Qingming Era: Song Dynasty Author: Gao Zhu Genre: Qilu There are many tombs on the mountains in the north and south, and Qingming festivals are different.
The paper ashes turn into white butterflies, and the tears and blood turn into red cuckoos. The fox sleeps on the grave at sunset, and returns home at night in front of the laughing lamp of his children.
If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop reach the nine springs. Drunken Peach Garden Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Feng Yansi Genre: Ci When I was outing in Nanyuan in the middle of spring, the wind was gentle and I could hear horses neighing.
The green plums are like beans and willows are like eyebrows, and butterflies fly as the day grows longer. The dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, and people's curtains are hanging down.
Nan Gezi Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Shi Genre: Ci The clouds passed over the mountainside, and the wind blew and raindrops came.
The pastoral benefit is a pool. Remember the time when we meet and the begonias bloom.
Butterflies have no dreams, and mandarin ducks also have matchmakers. Hide the hook and untie the two or three cups.
Tomorrow, I will return to the waterside and the sand. Man Tingfang Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Shi Genre: Ci The Butterfly Dream Soul, Bajiao's life experience, several people got big eyebrows.
Very satisfactory, talent rare in ancient and modern times. Day and night, three times, Mo Pengyi and Zeng Hua Kunchi.
Under the shade of Sophora japonica, I am deeply ashamed of Fang Wei, who dares to seal Yi. The flying geese are flying, fighting to catch their wings. The north gate holds a candle and the west tucks the silk.
Fortunately, I came back for half a lifetime, and Yuan Road was first cured. When the fishermen sing and the woodcutter songs are not heard, how can the warblers and swallows speak, so that they are afraid of being known to others.
Compile the history of flowers, cultivate thousands of acres, and plant dome-shaped monuments. Qing Ping Le Era: Song Author: Zhao Yanduan Genre: Ci Peach Roots and Peach Leaves.
A tree is connected with fragrance. Spring arrives in March and February in Jiangnan.
Lose the host butterfly. Diligently step on Qingyang.
The flowers are blooming before the wind. I share the same gardenia with you, and repay you with a hundred knots of lilacs.
Poppy Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhao Yanduan Genre: Ci The cicadas stand high in the willows at the setting sun. It rains in the pond.
The green sandalwood silk scrolls are scarlet. Curved almond butterflies, small screens.
The spring mountains overlap and the autumn waves are slow. Pick up leftover needlework.
He became a delicate and sleepy man who relied on Tan Lang. If nothing happens, he will throw lotus seeds and play with mandarin ducks.
Jade Butterfly Era: Song Dynasty Author: Lu You Genre: Ci Where the tired guest traveled throughout his life, he fell into Beijing and Luo, and found love in Xiaoxiang. On this night and in what year, I will write about Song Yu and Gaotang.
The embroidered curtain opens, the fragrance suddenly rises, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles branch out. Dark side.
The swallow is shy and the oriole is jealous, the butterflies are buzzing around and the bees are busy. memorable.
The fragrant bottles are frequently persuaded, the steep cold has recently retreated, and the jade leaks are still long. A little bit of tranquility, just worried about the moon invading the corridor after singing.
When he was about to return, Sikong smiled and asked, but when he got closer, the Prime Minister was furious. Heartbroken.
It’s okay to mount a horse if you pretend to be free. Reduced word magnolia Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Xiaoxiang Genre: Ci Songhuahualiu.
I know Dongjun has been paying attention. Sad green and sad red.
The haggardness is all due to a night of wind. frivolous butterfly.
I want to support but I am timid. To avoid wearing clothes.
If you don’t sue Dongjun, who else should you sue? 2. Poems about butterflies
1. Butterfly Qi Ji (Tang Dynasty)
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
2. "Jin Se" by Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
3. "Spring Eve Journey" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty)
The flowing water and the flowers withered without mercy, sending the east wind across Chucheng.
The butterfly dreams of a home thousands of miles away, and the cuckoo branches watch the third night of the moon.
The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the spring flowers are only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? 3. What are the poems about butterflies
Butterfly Flying
Li He of the Tang Dynasty
The poplar flowers flutter against the tents in the hot spring clouds, and the tortoise-shell screen gleams with drunken eyes.
The butterfly flies from home to home, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly
Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is sad and sad, and the travelers have not returned.
The grass outside the Great Wall declines first, and the geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows.
Falling down makes people sad, but who knows about heartbreak.
Two Butterfly Songs
Tang Xu Wei
The ethereal caterpillar sheds its shell slightly, unable to withstand the heavy smoke and falling rain.
A branch of beautiful flowers is here to study and live, and a few spring breezes are blowing by.
To prevent danger, every time you worry about the chicken's mouth, the fragrant fragrance will surround your beautiful clothes.
Ruthless people can't understand Guanhun's dream. Don't believe Zhuang Zhou's right and wrong.
The sun shines through the green and the red, and the spring light stays in my heart all my life.
What I dislike the most is the goddess coming to carry out the rain. I love accompanying Xi Shi to pick incense.
When the wind is calm, pistil powder should only be collected, and when the night is cold, it is a place to stay in the flower house.
The nature of the singing cicada is very broad, and it is empty to explain the noisy sunset of Sanqiu.
Three Butterfly Songs
Tang Xuyu
It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, it will definitely pass by a place with fragrant flowers.
The sky breeze carries the light away, but the spider laughs at its weaving.
Ranran both brushed the painting railing, and the beautiful woman stole a glance at it again and again.
Don’t be fooled into flying short and flying long, it will be difficult to fly among the flowers.
There is no reason why Xuxu can reach him. There are so many desolate paths in the wild park.
If you don’t listen to silk and bamboo, who will teach you dance? You should rely on the wandering orioles to sing.
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums
Tang Gengmao
Swimming under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemum bushes. Bringing sound to the pistil, even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Go and live in the residual fog, with the wind blowing up and down. I feel ashamed that I am a strange butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul.
Jinse
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
Inscribed on hibiscus flowers
Tang Rongyu
Use your own money to buy hibiscus plants, and the flowers will bloom only after two years.
The bright red beauty is not yet seen, but the butterflies arrive early.
Spring Day
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I felt that the scenery in the east was getting late, and the wild plum mountains and apricots were dark and fragrant.
The broken horn is blowing on the Luoxing Tower, and the sunset is hanging in the Yanyue camp.
The dreams of travel are scattered with the butterflies, and the departed souls gradually fly away like cuckoos.
The world of mortals blocks the streets of Chang'an, and the king of fragrant grass does not return at dusk.
Seeing Rain in the Boat
Tang Dai Shulun
Hearing the rain for the first time tonight, Du Ruoqing from Jiangnan. No matter how reckless fame is, brothers will always wither.
The dream is far away and I am worried about butterflies, and I am deeply ashamed of the wagtail. He cares about the orphan all day long, and his life experience is still in Ping.
Jiangxing
Tang Yu Xuanji
The river hugs Wuchang diagonally, and thousands of households live in front of Parrot Island.
Painted Ge Ge sleeps in spring before the morning is over, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The fireworks have entered Cormorant Harbor, and the painted boat is still along Parrot Island.
I can't even wake up when I'm drunk. I'm shocked at the head of the Han River today.
Inscribed on the tomb of Zhenniang
Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and this is where the lonely soul returned. Dance for the dream of a butterfly, sing for the shrike to fly.
The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the blue moth is shining at night with the moonlight. Once the sad flowers fall, there will be no regrets for the spring glory.
Peonies
Tang Pei said
Countless peonies are enough to captivate the city, and the peaches and plums are in peace.
It’s not like seeing someone in poverty, it’s not like being born in the earth.
This thing is undoubtedly priceless and uniquely famous in spring.
The traveling bees and butterflies come and go passionately.
Begonia
Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty
The spring breeze is intended to even out the colors, making it popular for carrying glasses and composing poems.
The most beautiful thing is the rain, the beauty is all about blooming.
Don’t worry about being lazy when wearing pink and white flowers by the window. Liang Guang is too late to click on his paintings.
I can't see enough of him when I'm drunk in the morning and sing in the evening, and I envy him that the butterfly lives on the deep branch.
Chasing and Liu Yun
Li He of Tang Dynasty
There is white apple grass in Tingzhou, and Liu Yun returns on horseback.
The hawthorn trees at the head of the river are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the shore.
The wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is full of tung trees.
The Zhulou is connected to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish.
Sending Dou Bingcao off
Tang Li Duan
The pear blossoms are blooming in the garden, and the wandering girls are wearing Luo Yi. If you hear the resentment between lovers, you should run away and return home.
The sun warms up late in Yuqiao, and the orioles are rare in Guandu early in the day. Don’t miss the good time and watch the butterflies fly. 4. Looking for famous quotes related to butterflies~
Bees sip nectar from flowers and express their gratitude when they leave. The flamboyant butterfly believes that the flower should thank him. —— Rabindranath Tagore
I want the larvae to turn into a butterfly, and I want the earthworms to turn into living flowers that can fly. ——Hugo
Happiness is like a butterfly. When you want to pursue it, you can never catch it; but when you sit down quietly, it may fall on you. ---Nathaniel Hawthorne
Zhuang Shengxiao was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and his heart was filled with cuckoos when he looked forward to the emperor's spring. -----Li Shangyin
If a butterfly wants to have the joy of flying in a hundred gardens, it must first endure the pain of breaking up with its pupa.
You can comment on a flower or a butterfly based on its external beauty, but you cannot comment on a person in this way ----- Rabindranath Tagore
My friend Yan Ying said : Every butterfly is the ghost of a former flower, returning to find itself. ——Zhang Ailing
When flowers are good, butterflies will fly to you----Korean proverb 5. Famous ancient poems describing butterflies
Walking alone by the river looking for flowers
Tang Dynasty. Du Fu
Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers weigh down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time,
The orioles sing at ease.
Inscribed on chrysanthemums
——Tang Dynasty. Huang Chao
The rustling west wind fills the courtyard, and the pistils are cold, fragrant and cold, and it is difficult for butterflies to come.
If I were the Qing Emperor in that year, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms.
Xugongdian, Suxin City
——Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse and one foot deep,
The flowers on the trees have not yet fallen. Negative.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly,
flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. 6. What are the poems about butterflies?
I will find some poems for you. I won’t post the words:
Butterfly Flying
Tang Li He
< p> Poplar flowers flutter against the tents, the spring clouds are hot, and the tortoise-shell screen gleams with drunken eyes.The butterfly flies from home to home, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.
Butterfly
Tang Qiji
Where the back is red, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold. They fly separately and come out alone, and occasionally meet in groups.
A distant harm will eventually prevent the sparrows, and the bees will not be the first to avoid them. The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow.
The Cui Dan heart is cold, and the fragrant powder is thick. It can be found through the shadows of trees, but it is difficult to find traces of flowers.
The evening is still urgent, and the dance of spring is still lingering. In the old pool hall of the West Wind, you can still pick hibiscus.
Jade Butterfly
Wen Tingyun of the Tang Dynasty
The autumn wind is sad and sad, and the travelers have not returned.
The grass outside the Great Wall declines first, and the geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.
The hibiscus has withered the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows.
Falling down makes people sad, but who knows about heartbreak.
Two Butterfly Songs
Tang Xu Wei
The ethereal caterpillar sheds its shell slightly, unable to withstand the heavy smoke and falling rain.
A branch of beautiful flowers is here to study and live, and a few spring breezes are blowing by.
To prevent danger, every time you worry about the chicken's mouth, the fragrant fragrance will surround your beautiful clothes.
Ruthless people can't understand Guanhun's dream. Don't believe Zhuang Zhou's right and wrong.
The sun shines through the green and the red, and the spring light stays in my heart all my life.
What I dislike the most is the goddess coming to carry out the rain. I love accompanying Xi Shi to pick incense.
When the wind is calm, pistil powder should only be collected, and when the night is cold, it is a place to stay in the flower house.
The nature of the singing cicada is very broad, and it is empty to explain the noisy sunset of Sanqiu.
Three Butterfly Songs
Tang Xuyu
It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, it will definitely pass by a place with fragrant flowers.
The sky breeze carries the light away, but the spider laughs at its weaving.
Ranran both brushed the painting railing, and the beautiful woman stole a glance at it again and again.
Don’t be fooled into flying short and flying long, it will be difficult to fly among the flowers.
There is no reason why Xuxu can reach him. There are so many desolate paths in the wild park.
If you don’t listen to silk and bamboo, who will teach you dance? You should rely on the wandering orioles to sing.
Cold bees pick chrysanthemums
Tang Gengmao
Swimming under the clear sky, looking for fragrance in the chrysanthemum bushes. Bringing sound to the pistil, even the shadow is in the fragrance.
Go and live in the residual fog, with the wind blowing up and down. I feel ashamed that I am a strange butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul.
Jinse
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reflects the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss.
Inscribed on hibiscus flowers
Tang Rongyu
Use your own money to buy hibiscus plants, and the flowers will bloom only after two years.
The bright red beauty is not yet seen, but the butterflies arrive early.
Spring Day
Tangweizhuang
Suddenly I felt that the scenery in the east was getting late, and the wild plum mountains and apricots were dark and fragrant.
The broken horn is blowing on the Luoxing Tower, and the sunset is hanging in the Yanyue camp.
The dreams of travel are scattered with the butterflies, and the departed souls gradually fly away like cuckoos.
The world of mortals blocks the streets of Chang'an, and the king of fragrant grass does not return at dusk.
Seeing Rain in the Boat
Tang Dai Shulun
Hearing the rain for the first time tonight, Du Ruoqing from Jiangnan. No matter how reckless fame is, brothers will always wither.
The dream is far away and I am worried about butterflies, and I am deeply ashamed of the wagtail. He cares about the orphan all day long, and his life experience is still in Ping.
Jiangxing
Tang Yu Xuanji
The river hugs Wuchang diagonally, and thousands of households live in front of Parrot Island.
Painted Ge Ge sleeps in spring before the morning is over, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.
The fireworks have entered Cormorant Harbor, and the painted boat is still along Parrot Island.
I can't even wake up when I'm drunk. I'm shocked at the head of the Han River today.
Inscribed on the tomb of Zhenniang
Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty
The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and this is where the lonely soul returned. Dance for the dream of a butterfly, sing for the shrike to fly.
The green hair and morning clouds are there, and the blue moth is shining at night with the moonlight. Once the sad flowers fall, there will be no regrets for the spring glory.
Peonies
Tang Pei said
Countless peonies are enough to captivate the city, and the peaches and plums are in peace.
It’s not like seeing someone in poverty, it’s not like being born in the earth.
This thing is undoubtedly priceless and uniquely famous in spring.
The traveling bees and butterflies come and go passionately.
Begonia
Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty
The spring breeze is intended to even out the colors, making it popular for carrying glasses and composing poems.
The most beautiful thing is the rain, the beauty is all about blooming.
Don’t worry about being lazy when wearing pink and white flowers by the window. Liang Guang is too late to click on his paintings.
I can't see enough of him when I'm drunk in the morning and sing in the evening, and I envy him that the butterfly lives on the deep branch.
Chasing and Liu Yun
Li He of Tang Dynasty
There is white apple grass in Tingzhou, and Liu Yun returns on horseback.
The hawthorn trees at the head of the river are fragrant, and butterflies are flying on the shore.
The wine glass is full of dew, and the jade is full of tung trees.
The Zhulou is connected to the water, and the sand is warm with a pair of fish.
Sending Dou Bingcao off
Tang Li Duan
The pear blossoms are blooming in the garden, and the wandering girls are wearing Luo Yi. If you hear the resentment between lovers, you should run away and return home.
The sun warms up late in Yuqiao, and the orioles are rare in Guandu early in the day. Don’t miss the good time and watch the butterflies fly. 7. Poems about butterflies
1. "Walking Alone by the River in Search of Flowers Part 6"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
Huang Si's maiden's house was full of flowers. Thousands of flowers weigh down the branches.
The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
Translation: The paths around Huang Si’s mother’s house were filled with flowers, and the branches were weighed down by thousands of flowers. Butterflies circled and danced reluctantly among the flowers, and the free oriole kept singing among the flowers.
2. "Xugongdian, Suxin City"
Song Dynasty: Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the tree heads have not yet formed shade.
Children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, flying into the cauliflower and nowhere to be found.
Translation: There are few fences, a path leads into the distance, the petals on the trees are falling one after another, but the shade has not yet formed. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the cauliflower bush and was never found again.
3. "Jin Se"
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin
The Jin Se has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea has tears, and the sun in Lantian is warm and the jade produces smoke.
Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
Translation: There are twenty-five strings in the Se, but this poem was written after the death of Li Shangyin’s wife, so fifty strings means broken strings. But even so, every string and every syllable is enough. Express my longing for those wonderful years. Zhuang Zhou actually knew that he was just a butterfly longing for freedom. Emperor Wang's beautiful heart and deeds can move Du Juan.
The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned from tears. Only in the Lantian at that time and place can good jade be produced like smoke. Those beautiful things and times can only remain in memories. At that time, those people thought that those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
4. "Pastoral Miscellany of the Four Seasons·Part 2"
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
The plums are golden and the apricots are fat, the wheat flowers are sparse and the white cauliflower flowers are sparse.
No one passes through the fence during the long day, only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Translation: The plums on the trees turned golden, and the apricots grew bigger and bigger; the buckwheat flowers were all white, while the rapeseed flowers looked sparse. As the day grows longer, the shadow of the fence becomes shorter and shorter as the sun rises, and no one passes; only dragonflies and butterflies fly around the fence.
5. "The Qingming Festival"
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves.
The sound of cars merges on the road, and the east city is green with willows.
Flowers and grasses grow together, and the orioles and butterflies perform.
Sitting in an empty hall, reminiscing about each other, drinking tea and chatting while getting drunk.
Translation: It is Qingming Festival once again in Beijing, and people naturally feel sad and longing in their hearts. The sound of carriages was noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng were green. Flowers are blooming and grass is growing. Birds are flying and butterflies are playing in pairs. I sat in the empty lobby reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of wine, and chatting. 8. What are the poems about praising butterflies?
1. Beyond the dust of cicadas, butterflies dream of water and clouds. ——"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Pan Xiangjiang" Song Zhang Xiaoxiang
Translation: With noble aspirations and far-away interests, he is like an autumn cicada shedding its shell in the mud and floating outside the dust, and like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of turning into a butterfly, Flying gracefully in the land of light water and leisurely clouds.
2. After the light rain, the thin wings are greasy and smoky. Only then did I accompany You Feng to the small courtyard, and then followed Fei Xu across the east wall. Growing up is busy with flowers. ——"Looking at Jiangnan·Jiangnan Butterfly" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty
Translation: After a light rain, the butterfly's pink wings, which are wet and greasy, shimmer in the setting sun. It just flew into the small courtyard with the bees, and crossed the east wall with the catkins, often rushing for flowers.
3. Huang Si’s natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Seven Quatrains on Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers (Part 6)"
Translation: The lush flowers of Huang Si's natal family covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent their branches low to the ground. The colorful butterflies are always flying among the fragrant flowers, and the soft and free oriole is singing happily.
4. The fence is sparse and one foot deep, and the flowers on the treetops have not yet formed shade. The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterfly, which flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found. ——Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty, "Xugong Store, Suxin City"
Translation: There are few fences, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the trees are falling one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed shade. The child ran quickly to catch up with the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and was nowhere to be found.
5. The bomb broke Zhuang Zhou’s dream, riding the east wind with two wings, and plucked three hundred famous gardens and emptied them all. Who knows how to be romantic and frighten the bees seeking beauty? Flying gently, it fanned the flower seller across the bridge. ——"Drunken Heaven·Ode to the Big Butterfly" by Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty
Translation: Breaking through Zhuang Zhou's dream and coming to reality, his huge wings are riding the mighty east wind. It collected all the nectar in three hundred famous gardens. Who knew it was a naturally romantic species and scared away the bees collecting nectar. The wings flapped gently, sending the flower sellers across the bridge to the east.