20 poems about wild geese

1. A complete collection of ancient poems about wild geese

The scenery is different when autumn comes in Saixia, but the wild geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms·The Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn"

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds in the daytime, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. ——Gao Shi's "Two Poems of Farewell to Dong Da"

Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty and returned to the Hutian. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"

The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes at night. —— Lu Lun, "The Next Song with Zhang Pushesaisai·Part 3"

Three cups and two light wines, how can they defeat his late arrival and the sudden wind! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi"

Where can I get the hometown book? Return to Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"

The long winds send autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the School Secretary Shu Yun at the Xiezhen Tower in Xuanzhou"

Who can pity a shadow and miss each other through thousands of clouds? Looking away seems like seeing, and mourning seems like hearing more. —— Du Fu's "Lone Wild Goose"

The wild goose is in the clouds and the fish is in the water. ——Yan Shu's "Qingpingle·Small Characters on Red Notes"

The geese lead away the sorrowful heart, and the mountains carry the beautiful moon. —— Li Bai's "Ascend the Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve"

When people return to the wild geese, their thoughts are in front of the flowers. ——Xue Daoheng's "People Think of Returning Every Day" 2. Poems with "Goose"

Returning Wild Goose Tang Bao Rong The spring in southern China is warm in the morning, and Zhupu is born in the first month of the year.

The east wind blows in the hearts of the wild geese, making music up and down. Going around the water in mid-air, the flying clouds greeted each other.

If you avoid group resentment, you may have night terrors. The shadow in the distant sky is scattered, and the oriole is scattered in the fortress.

Self-care destroys the feathers, and I feel partial to the love between the north and the south. The smoke and smoke are so sweet and tiring, and I don't care about Longsha's glory.

Although the joy has not returned to its original purpose, it cannot sing to itself. Happy to leave in spring with a full moon, and to return with a clear autumn breeze.

Crying out the blue window dream, looking out over the Yinshan Mountains. Not as good as Yaotai Yan, she lives in the Golden Palace Ying.

The Lone Goose by the Tang Dynasty The Lone Goose flies in a hurry at dusk, and the autumn of the world fades. The leaves of Guanhe River are turning yellow, and the news breaks the brothel.

The mist of Hunan and Zhugong is far away, and the wind and rain of Lishan Mountain are sad. At this time, thousands of miles of road, the soul and dreams are wandering around Cangzhou.

Autumn Goose by Tang Chuliang The frost and wind are blowing hard at dusk, and it is difficult for the feathers to turn. In order to convey the message, Pianpian entered the forest.

Bo Yan by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty Bo Yan sings in the deep Zhuzhu River, collecting the clouds and falling into the evening river. Watchmen gather in the wind, and the building reflects the low string of the moon.

The sails are turning in the deserted water, and the secluded shore is burning. Gorges lead to thin roads, and ditches wind around flat fields.

The Lone Goose by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty. Who pities a shadow, we miss each other thousands of times.

Looking at everything seems like seeing, and mourning as much as hearing more. The wild crows have no thoughts and make a lot of noise.

Wen Yan Du Mu of Tang Dynasty took Shuang Nan to the wild geese and spent a good night in Tingsha. Where to start? Flying high to the ends of the sea.

The sound of entering the clouds gradually fades away, and the road away from the mountain is still on credit. The dream of returning home ended at that time, and I wanted to get home.

Early Wild Geese by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty The strings of the golden river are opened in the middle of autumn, and the clouds fly away in mourning. The moonlight on the fairy palm passed by, and the lamp on the long gate dimmed and sounded several times.

It should be noted that Hu Qi is here one after another, so how can he chase the spring breeze one by one. Don't hate Xiaoxiang, a place with few people and plenty of water, wild rice and berry moss on the banks.

White Wild Goose by Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty A white wild goose in Dongxi, how bright and clean its feathers are. Bathing in the clear waves at dusk, the setting sun shines brightly and fades away.

I have been missing from the community for a long time, and I am lonely and surrounded by people. When traveling, I rely on wild rice pudding, but when I live alone, I am afraid of the frost and snow.

The wind started last night, and Gu Yingkong cried. Not as good as the crow on the wall, the prime minister will circle the double palace.

Ode to the Wild Geese by Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty. Sooner or later, I leave the desert and fly everywhere from the south. There is a lot of rain and snow in Guanshan, and feng shui damages sweaters.

The soul in the blue sea should be broken, and the letter in the red building should be sparse. I don’t know how much money I can leave to return home.

Returning to the Wild Geese by Meng Guan of the Tang Dynasty The wild geese arrived in Hengyang in the spring, thinking that the road back to the wild geese would be long. Tingzhou is full of wings, and the sky and Han Dynasty are in full swing.

When the snow is gone, the wind is warm, and when the cold is over, the moon is cool. Until autumn, I still return to Xiaoxiang.

Guiyan Tang Qiji The spring has warmed up in Semen, and the wind is blowing with shadows. Thousands of clouds and dreams are gone, and Xiaoxiang is a night sky.

The Jiang people stopped raising their nets, and the captives used their bows again. Don't miss the company from the south, the trees in Hengyang will be red.

Wild Goose Tang Zhenggu The sad wind in August and the frost in September, the polygonum flowers are red and the reeds are yellow. The waves are swaying under Stone City, and Xingzi Bay is walking among the western clouds.

The fishermen were frightened to play the piccolo, and the group was lost to defend the setting sun. I feel melancholy when I hear about my hometown, not to mention that Bianzhou is not my hometown. .

3. Ancient poems about wild geese

When I first heard about the wild geese, there were no cicadas anymore, and the water from a hundred-foot-high building reached the sky.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon. ..

--------- Li Shangyin (Frost Moon)

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose comes back, the moon is full on the west tower.

--------Li Qingzhao (A Plum Blossom)

The dream of a silver bed in icy mat cannot come true, the blue sky is like water and the clouds are light at night.

The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang , the moon shines brightly in the middle of the twelfth floor.

----------Wen Tingyun (Yao Seyuan)

The geese lead the sorrow away, and the mountain carries a good moon.

----------Li Bai (Climbing Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve)]

It is difficult to send all the books, and I am worried about having too many dreams.

I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp.

---------Shen Ruyun (Granny)

Who in the clouds sends brocade books

The moon is full in the west building when the wild goose returns

-------- Li Qingzhao (One Cut Plum) 4. What are the poems about "wild goose"

1. The scenery is strange when autumn comes under Saixia, and the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan, "The Proud Fisherman·Autumn Thoughts"

Translation: The scenery on the border is completely different when autumn comes, and the geese flying towards Hengyang show no nostalgia.

2. Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower. ——Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, the Fragrance of Red Lotus Roots and the Remaining Jade Mat in Autumn"

Translation: I asked who could bring his letter and let me know his news. When I replied, the full moon was shining West Building.

3. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. ——Gao Shi's "Two Songs of Farewell to Dong Da"

Translation: The north wind is howling, the yellow sand is thousands of miles away, covering the sky and the sun, and everywhere is gray, so that the clouds seem to have turned yellow. The originally bright and dazzling sunlight now fades away, like the afterglow of the setting sun. Heavy snow fell, and the geese flew south in neat formation. Don’t worry that you don’t have close friends where you are going. Who in the world doesn’t know you?

4. Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"

Translation: Thousands of miles of flying pods have also floated out of the Han Fortress, and the wild geese returning north are soaring in the sky.

5. The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes in the night. ——Lu Lun, "He Zhang Pu She Sai Sai Xia Song·Part 3"

Translation: The black geese flew high in the still moon, and the Chan Yu took advantage of the dark night to escape quietly.

6. Three glasses of wine and two glasses of light wine can’t defeat him when he comes late at night! The wild geese are passing by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. ——Li Qingzhao's "Slow Voice·Xunxunmimi"

Translation: How can a few glasses of thin wine that has been drunk in the sad intestines resist the cold wind and chill at night. Looking at the sky, I saw a line of autumn geese passing by. (I recalled that in the poem I sent to my husband Zhao Mingcheng, I imagined that the geese had feet to send letters. But now that my husband has passed away, there is no one to send the letter, so I see the geese from the north coming from the south. , Reminiscent of the words in the poem,) Yan is an old acquaintance, and I feel even more sad.

7. Where can I get the hometown letter? Return to Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan's "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"

Translation: I just don't know how to send it back to my hometown. The wild geese are just returning to the north, and the letter brings my love back. Just ask the wild geese to deliver the letter.

8. The long winds send autumn geese away for thousands of miles, and you can enjoy this in high spirits. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to the Secretary Shu Yun at the Xiejiao Tower in Xuanzhou"

Translation: The translation is about the swans returning to the south blown by the long wind. Facing this scene, they can climb up to the tall building and have a drink.

9. The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water. ——Yan Shu's "Qingpingle·Small Characters on Red Notes"

Translation: Although there are geese in the sky and fish swimming in the water, they cannot deliver letters for themselves, so they are full of melancholy.

10. Who can pity a shadow and miss each other through thousands of clouds? Looking away seems like seeing, and mourning seems like hearing more. ——Du Fu's "Lone Goose"

Translation: Who will take pity on the lonely goose in the sky?

Looking to the end of the world, I seem to see the silhouette of my companions; the wails ringing in the valley seem to hear the voices of my companions. 5. Verses about wild geese in ancient poetry and prose

Zheng Peng leaves the Han Dynasty, and the returning wild geese enter the Hutian. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"

The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to School Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou"

Where can I get a local book? Return to Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan "At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain"

The scenery is different when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Proud Fisherman"

The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are calling Shuang Chenyue. In the frosty morning and the moon, the sound of horse hooves breaks and the trumpets sound. ——Mao Zedong's "Reminiscences of Qin'e Lou Mountain Pass"

The chickens roost early in the rain, and the wind is high and the wild geese are slanting. ——Lu You's "Secluded Residence"

The wind turns white waves, and the wild geese Dot the blue sky with one line. ——Bai Juyi, "The Strange Scenery Viewed from the Jiang Tower at Night"

The cold weather arrived early this year in Jiangxiang, and we saw wild geese flying before the Mid-Autumn Festival. ——Lu You in "Returning at Night"

The black geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes at night.

When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword. —— Lu Lun's "Song under the Fortress"

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows the wild geese and snow. —— Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da"

Hu Yan spends his time on the edge of the sun, wandering across the river in the wind and snow - Li Bai's "Thinking of a Thousand Miles"

The snow is flying in the desert of Tianshan Mountains, and the geese are passing the sand in the distance. Seihan. ——He Chao's "Army March"

Reed wine burns Peng Yuan, Shuanghong twists arrows to watch. The ancient city road along the Yellow River is filled with white snow in autumn. ——Li Kuo's "Send Off to General Zhenwu"

There are endless geese in Dongting all night long, flying north without waiting for dawn. ——Li Yi "Hearing the Flute on a Spring Night"

In autumn, wild geese often fly at night, and they fly alone in front of the flock and behind in the back. ——Mei Yaochen's "Autumn Wild Geese"

Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the wild geese return, as if they were familiar before. ——Yan Shu's "Huanxi Sha" Spring Hate Ci 6. Ancient poems about "wild geese"

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Author: Unknown

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The sky is so high that one can see thousands of miles away, and the low clouds of worry block the Hengyang Road;

The fish book cannot reach the wild goose without proof, and I write sad and sad poems in vain.

Looking back at the western mountains, the moon is slanting, and it is really difficult for a solitary guest at the end of the world to cross;

My husband does not shed tears lightly, just because he has not reached the point of sadness.

Era: Ming Dynasty

Author: Gao Qi

Work: Wen Yan

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