Famous aphorisms about birds

1. Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

2. The wind is warm, the sound of birds is broken, and the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy.

3. I shed tears when I feel the time, and I hate the other birds.

4. A bird is like frost and snow, flying to the front of the white building.

5. There are clouds in the chest, and birds are returning from the canthus.

6. What does Piao Piao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls.

7. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles crow at ease.

8. The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are singing, and the grass is growing and the egrets are flying across the lake.

9. The bluebird flies up to the golden well railing with grapes in its mouth.

10. The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the words are scattered to form a nine-autumn pendant.

11. In March, the remaining flowers have fallen and bloomed more, and swallows are flying in from the small eaves every day.

12. Alone and quiet grass grows on the bank, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.

13. The clear clouds and spring birds fill the village, still like the old days of Chang'an.

14. The spring rain is drizzling in Independent Hengmen, and white chickens fly up to the branches and crow.

15. The grass grows long and the orioles fly in February. The willows brush the embankment and are drunk by the spring smoke.

16. Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets climbed into the blue sky.

17. When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains and sing in the spring stream.

18. Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water.

19. The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, and the blue clouds are envious of birds flying.

20. The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon.

21. Hu Ma follows the north wind and crosses the southern branches of the bird's nest.

22. There are resident birds in tree nests, but no drunken guests.

23. The fragrant grass and flowers fall without anyone, and the birds chirp all the way up the spring mountain.

24. The birds in the forest sing attentively in the evening, as if they cherish the scenery and talk to people.

25. The sky leaves no trace of the bird, but the bird has flown by.

26. When I sleep in spring, I don’t wake up to dawn, and I hear birds singing everywhere.

27. How can the lonely cloud and wild crane live in the human world?

28. The forest with noisy cicadas becomes quieter, and the mountain with singing birds becomes more secluded.

29. The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds chirping in the sky.

30. You can see the sun from half of the sea, and smell chickens in the sky.

31. The blue birds in the river are more than white, and the blue flowers in the mountains are about to burn.

32. There are few blackbirds in the forest, and the smoke from the front mountain reaches Chai Fei.

33. The grass and trees beside the blue bird spring are springy, and the yellow clouds are blocking the way.

34. The flowers are falling and the birds are singing, and returning to the south is called wild love.

35. The five-color sweater is like a phoenix chick, and there is nothing in the deep flowers.

36. When will the swallows fly back, and the peach blossoms on the bank will bloom when dipped in water.

37. The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the cicadas chirp in the breeze in the middle of the night.

38. The grass is dry and the hawk’s eyes are weak, and the snow is gone and the horse’s hooves are light.

39. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

40. When the chickens are driven up the trees, they hear the sound of beating firewood and thorns.

41. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart.

42. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return, as if they had known each other before.

43. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.

44. When a bird flies back to its hometown, a fox will be dead.

45. Dancing alone on the rock, dancing in groups on the light waves. In front of Fenxun's blue sand, I stand above the white clouds in my arms.

46. The South Vietnamese bird roosts, the color is beautiful and the mind is intoxicated. The dusk is separated by the sea of ??blue clouds, and the spring is covered by the mangroves.

47. A lost couple travels across the mountains to search for them, and then throws herself into the woods and cries in the north. Today I will be alone all night, but I know that I am living in the shadow.

48. The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.

49. Two birds perch on the green pond, flying back in the morning and evening. More memories of the young day, among the lotus leaves.

50. In the third month of spring, the hoopoe descends into the mulberry trees.

The crown moves in the sun, and the embroidered feathers bloom in the wind.

51. A hundred tongues can smell the beauty of other counties, and they are all charming. The shape hides one leaf, and it blooms into thousands of flowers.

52. All the birds return to their branches, but no one can rest. You should also know that I hate you, so I cry towards the green window.

53. Just sinking the fairy wings, and the Yaochi seems not far away. There is sound hanging on the green wall, and no power descending to the elixir sky.

54. I glanced at the tall tree among the lotus leaves. Break the whole fish and remove a little green light.

55. Rhododendrons and birds are so beautiful that they cannot be taken on credit. Suspected to be blood from the mouth, dripping into flowers on the branches.

56. After the late trees return in spring, flowers and birds begin to bloom. The wings are scattered and scattered, full of emptiness.

57. When Wenzhi is three years old, one branch sings first. Shanglin is trustworthy, but weak feathers are willing to make mistakes.

58. The rooster crows at the fifth watch of the night, with numerous names and sounds. Rao Yi shook his tongue and knew it first, and waited until the blue sky dawned.

59. The unknown bird in the forest at sunset flies to the highest branch first. I have cried a thousand words but never let go of my hatred. It has gone and come again as expected.

60. The beginning of spring is interpreted as thousands of words, and hundreds of birds can sing before dawn. Thousands of households and thousands of doors should wake up to dawn. Why listen to the rooster when establishing a charter?

61. The southern geese are nowhere to be seen with the frost on their backs, and the northerners are leaning against it when they first hear it. The plum rain fills the river, the spring grass rests, and there is a sound in the lychee branches.

62. When the flowers are filled with sorrow and sorrow, they seem to be resenting the spring breeze for parting. If all the birds can understand the language, who will know how to embrace it throughout their lives.

63. Yellow birds, yellow birds, don’t gather in the valley, don’t peck my millet. The people in this country don’t want me to feed them. He said that he would return and restore our country.

64. How insignificant is the little bird in the fence? It flies gracefully in the sun and evening sky. It's just that the six feathers don't come from themselves, and they look like lonely clouds with nothing to rely on.

65. Yellow bird, yellow bird, does not gather in the mulberry trees, does not peck my beams. The people of this country cannot be compared with Ming. After saying that, I will return to my brothers.

66. Smoke is the way to go and water is the home. Sleep in twos, twos, threes, and three on the warm sand. In order to thank Li Luan and bid farewell to the swan, how can I not go to the end of the world?

67. I have always raised feathers, and they used to fly around. Turning to face the morning sun, the mist of the pond is inhabited by sunset smoke. When the branches and leaves are covered here, I hope to reach the sky.

68. The Yue Bird is youthful and beautiful. Qingxuan comes to the house to look at Xie Yi. It is impossible to paint a body covered with gold and green, and few people come from thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Silk and bamboo are accustomed to dancing alone when listening, and they want to fly alone when they first go up the balcony. ;