1. What are the ancient poems about pigeons?

1. The white pigeons circle around me, just like parrots.

From: "When I Was Rich" by Wang Anshi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Translation: White doves circle around me, like parrots.

Appreciation: When you return home with money, you will be greeted by smiling faces, hovering around you like white doves, and chattering in your ears like imitating parrots. People have always regarded pigeons as birds that hate the poor and love the rich, while parrots are regarded as talkative and flattering. Therefore, the poet uses "white dove" and "parrot" to describe the greedy people who see money.

2. Feeling that the pigeons are flying in a flock outside the clouds.

From: "One Hundred and Thirty Rhymes of You Wuzhen Temple Poems" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Translation: Thanks to the white doves above the white clouds, flying in groups.

Appreciation: The mythical legends such as the dragon listening to the Dharma in the Hualong Hall and the pigeons working together among the sutra-writing monks are written vividly and vividly. The text and ink are detailed and light, and the arrangement is very appropriate.

3. When the white doves are flying, the sun is setting, and the meditation room is quiet and I drink fragrant tea.

From: "Ti Jingyan Shifang" by Wang Changling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Translation: When the white dove took off, the sun was almost setting, and the monks in the Zen room were drinking fragrant tea in silence.

4. A solitary wild pigeon came and stared at the spring dove.

From: "Wild Pigeon" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty.

Translation: When I came here, I saw a wild pigeon, its eyes and mouth were very much like a spring dove.

5. The sunny pigeons test the bells, but the wind is soft, and the young orioles make tongues thin in the spring cold.

From: "The River is Red and the Winter Plum Blossoms" by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty.

Translation: The breeze is blowing under the clear weather, the pigeons are flying freely, and the newborn orioles are chirping, as if to tell people that the cold spring is coming.

Appreciation: The peach willow was used as a metaphor for the person earlier, and here it is also used as a metaphor for a petite bird, which is more vivid. The sentiment of the poem has reached its climax at this point. However, the author suddenly turns to the tragic ending of love at the end of the poem, and the emotion of the poem falls from high to low, forming a sad ending. 2. What are the poems about pigeons?

1. The sunny pigeons try the bells and the wind is soft, and the young orioles make tongues thin in the spring cold. It comes from "The River is Red and the Winter Plum Blossoms" by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty.

Vernacular interpretation: On a sunny day, the breeze is blowing, pigeons are flying freely, and the newborn orioles are chirping, as if to tell people that the cold spring is coming.

2. Feeling that the pigeons are flying in a flock outside the clouds. It comes from "One Hundred and Thirty Rhymes of Poems on Traveling to Wuzhen Temple" written by Bai Juyi, a poet from the Tang Dynasty.

Vernacular interpretation: Thanks to those white doves above the white clouds, flying in groups.

3. When the white doves are flying, the sun is setting, and the meditation room is quiet and I drink fragrant tea. From "Inscription on the Purifying Eye Master's Room" by Wang Changling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Vernacular interpretation: When the white dove took off, the sun was almost setting, and the monks in the Zen room were quietly drinking fragrant tea.

4. The white dove is circling around me, just like a parrot. From "When I Was Rich" by Wang Anshi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty

Vernacular interpretation: White doves circle around me, like a parrot.

5. The grass becomes greener in spring and autumn. The dove has not returned to the west. Who can keep Jingluo for a long time? The dust dyes the plain clothes. From "Poetry to Reward the King of Jin Ande Yuan" by Xie Tiao, a poet of the Southern and Northern Dynasties

Vernacular interpretation: The spring grass becomes greener in autumn, and the pigeons have not yet returned to Kyoto. And I am in Kyoto, waiting for my fate. It is hard to predict whether good or bad fortune will happen. If something unexpected happens, we will never see each other again. 3. Poems about pigeons

1. Three chapters of the righteous pigeon (Author: Yang Weizhen, Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty): The flying slave is solemn, and the good pigeon feeds the young. He is so virtuous that he is kind to the corvettes. I am so solemn and so solemn, I am a flying slave, and I am far from your home. You are sighing and tired, and you are writing like a wild goose. The flying slaves are solemn and solemn, and the husband and wife are missing each other. The dead are gone, who can live and enjoy them? If there are no grains in the morning, there will be no one to call to. There will be no room for no one to live in. If there is no other Lixi, I am not as good as Lixi. Read it for seven days and you will die, and one arrow will not be forgotten. The sound of your voice is fierce, and the following is even more exciting than Guanju.

2. The white dove (Author: Xu Wei, Dynasty: Tang Dynasty) lifts its wings in the blue sky, and follows people to the big country. Pink feathers live in the painting pavilion, and the shadow of snow touches the Qiong window. The vibrating heron makes a good companion, and the singing dove makes a good pair. The gull has not returned yet, but when I see you I remember you on the Qingjiang River.

3. Wild Pigeon (Author: Mei Yaochen, Dynasty: Song Dynasty) A solitary wild pigeon came, and its eyes looked like a spring dove. I am hungry and want to eat, so I stand at the head of my south house. If I can't see you, what can I ask for at night? One day, I occasionally went out to the group and had fun in the sky. Whoever borrows the wind chimes to ring, the sound will continue day and night. The look of hunger has not changed, and the wings are fluttering like my enemy. There is a dew phoenix in Bingzai, and the sky is suppressed for you. Xiyi is in the middle, and I stay alone for a long time. When the phoenix comes, my path goes well; when the phoenix leaves, my path rests. What did you do? Don't pollute my clang Ou.

4. Listening to Pigeon Bells (Author: Zhu Yi, Dynasty: Song Dynasty) Penghaomen Lane has been crowded for a long time, and there are no important guests passing by the cage house. The bells of pigeons outside the sky startle the pillows at noon, and the children mistakenly get up to listen to them.

5. Satire on raising pigeons (Author: Shaoxing Taixue, Dynasty: Song Dynasty) Thousands of pigeons fly around the imperial capital, and it takes a lot of effort to collect and release them at dawn and dusk. How to raise geese on the edge of the clouds, two holy books can be passed down in the desert.

4. What are the ancient poems about pigeons?

1. The white pigeons circling around me are like parrots.

From: "When I Was Rich" by Wang Anshi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Translation: White doves circle around me, like parrots.

Appreciation: When you return home with money, you will be greeted by smiling faces, hovering around you like white doves, and chattering in your ears like imitating parrots. People have always regarded pigeons as birds that hate the poor and love the rich, while parrots are regarded as talkative and flattering.

Therefore, the poet uses "white doves" and "parrots" to describe greedy people who are greedy for money. 2. Feeling that the pigeons are flying in a flock outside the clouds.

From: "One Hundred and Thirty Rhymes of You Wuzhen Temple Poems" by Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. Translation: Thanks to those white doves above the white clouds, flying in groups.

Appreciation: The mythical legends such as the dragon listening to the Dharma in the Hualong Hall and the pigeons working together among the sutra-writing monks are written vividly and vividly. The text and ink are detailed and light, and the arrangement is very appropriate.

3. When the white doves are flying, the sun is setting, and the meditation room is quiet and I drink fragrant tea. From: "Ti Jingyan Shifang" by Wang Changling, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.

Translation: When the white dove took off, the sun was almost setting, and the monks in the Zen room were drinking fragrant tea in silence. 4. A wild pigeon came alone, and its eyes were like spring doves.

From: "Wild Pigeon" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty. Translation: When I came here, I saw a wild pigeon. Its eyes and mouth were very much like a spring dove.

5. The sunny pigeons test the bells, but the wind is soft, and the young orioles make tongues thin in the spring cold. From: "The River is Red and the Winter Plum Blossoms Are Floating" by Zhang Xian of the Song Dynasty.

Translation: The breeze is blowing under the clear weather, the pigeons are flying freely, and the newborn orioles are chirping, as if to tell people that the cold spring is coming. Appreciation: The peach willow was used as a metaphor for the person earlier, and here it is also used as a metaphor for a petite bird, which is more vivid.

The emotion of the poem has reached its climax at this point. However, the author suddenly turns to the tragic ending of love at the end of the poem, and the emotion of the poem falls from high to low, forming a sad ending. 5. What are the poems describing "pigeons"?

1. "Three Chapters of the Righteous Pigeon" by Yang Weizhen of the Yuan Dynasty: The flying slave is solemn, and the good pigeon feeds the young. He is so virtuous that he is kind to the corvettes. I am so solemn and so solemn, I am a flying slave, and I am far from your home. You are sighing and tired, and you are writing like a wild goose. The flying slaves are solemn and solemn, and the husband and wife are missing each other. The dead are gone, who can live and enjoy them? If there are no grains in the morning, there will be no one to call to. There will be no room for no one to live in. If there is no other Lixi, I am not as good as Lixi. Read it for seven days and you will die, and one arrow will not be forgotten. The sound of your voice is fierce, and the following is even more exciting than Guanju.

2. "White Pigeon" by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty. It raises its wings and flies into the blue sky, following people to the big country. Pink feathers live in the painting pavilion, and the shadow of snow touches the Qiong window. The vibrating heron makes a good companion, and the singing dove makes a good pair. The gull has not returned yet, but when I see you I remember you on the Qingjiang River.

3. "Wild Pigeon" by Mei Yaochen of the Song Dynasty. A solitary wild pigeon came and looked at it like a spring dove. I am hungry and want to eat, so I stand at the head of my south house. If I can't see you, what can I ask for at night? One day, I occasionally went out to the group and had fun in the sky. Whoever borrows the wind chimes to ring, the sound will continue day and night. The look of hunger has not changed, and the wings are fluttering like my enemy. There is a dew phoenix in Bingzai, and the sky is suppressed for you. Xiyi is in the middle, and I stay alone for a long time. When the phoenix comes, my path goes well; when the phoenix leaves, my path rests. What did you do? Don't pollute my clang Ou.

4. Modern·Hu Shi's "Pigeon" The clouds are clear and the sky is high, what a late autumn atmosphere! There is a group of pigeons playing in the sky. Watching them in twos and threes, going back and forth in circles, they seemed to be in a hurry - suddenly, the ground turned over and reflected the sun, and the white feathers lined the blue sky, which was very bright!

5. Modern Li Shangchao's "Pigeon" There is only one dove, which is the only exciting place in the sky. One dove, it represents life and flight. One dove, it interrupts the silence. One dove, At the same time, it used its little black color to illuminate a small piece of the sky. I said to myself, read out my poem, and another dove flew over

In modern times, doves are the symbol of peace, friendship, unity, Pigeons are a symbol of holiness, but pigeons rarely appear as an intention in ancient poetry. This is because although pigeons are messengers, they are not as tragic as wild geese. Moreover, pigeons are something raised by nobles and their audience is not wide. 6. What are the poems describing pigeons?

"Two Poems of Yan Song·Part 2" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Pi

It is easy to see another day, but it is difficult to meet the day. The mountains and rivers are long and the road is long.

Yu Taosijun did not dare to speak, and his voice was never returned.

Who can be worried and not sigh when the face is ruined by tears and rain?

Exhibiting poems and clear songs expresses admiration for oneself, and happiness and sadness will destroy the lungs and liver.

I can't sleep with my head in my pillow, so I put on my clothes and go out for a walk.

Looking up at the stars and the moon, watching the clouds, the morning chirping of flying pigeons is pitiful, and I can't linger in my heart.

"The River is Red (Early Spring)" Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian

The cold plum blossoms are all floating, and the laughing white butterflies are not aware of the swimming bees. Gradually, the scenery is meandering, the water is bright, the mountains are beautiful, and the curtains are warm. After the rain, the little peach blossoms have not yet penetrated, and the new willow green in the dancing smoke is still weak. I remember making a secret appointment at the waterside pavilion deep inside the painting bridge.

How much hatred I feel today is still felt yesterday. All sorrow and boredom are forgotten. I used to be drunk and fascinated by flowers. The sunny pigeons test the bells and the wind is soft, and the young orioles make their tongues thin in the spring cold. But I only worry that when the beauty is in trouble, the east wind is evil.

"Inscription on the Sacred Monk's Cave in Yanzhou" Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi

The power of concentration is boundless, and it is unknown which generation of Zen monks.

The silent mountain gate is closed at night, and the moon shines brightly on the stone wall during the day. At four o'clock, the tree grows scripture leaves, and the long-lived rock hangs with sticks and vines.

In the past, I sacrificed my life to save pigeons, but now I see a flying eagle.

"Looking for Li Shiyu in Jinliang Temple" Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi

There are no passers-by in the Zen forest, and the pillars of history are burning incense. A tamed pigeon will not guess a falcon; a kind cloud can protect the frost.

The sound of clanging can be heard through the dark bamboos, and the official affairs are dispersed in the empty corridor. In the Xiaohan period, the mandarin ducks and foxes avoid the charter.

The spring scenery is coming around the steps, and the grass is bent to wait for you.

"Sending Gongsun Qi to Shu from Guilin" Tang Dynasty: Yang Heng

Guilin is light and green, with half exposed rocks and gurgling water. I will ride on the touching boat and temporarily stay in the flying tin.

The countryside of Shu is full of blue eyes, and the houses are full of red halberds. The grace is hard to find, and the floating clouds leave traces.

In the old house there are idle flowers and grass, and tame pigeons sit beside the eaves. Wave your hands to forget, the sun sets over thousands of mountains and the evening falls.

7. Verses praising homing pigeons

The first thing to cover the morning bell

is the pink dancing last night

The death of spring

Block The cry of all life

This is the morning in April

When I am still sorting out

Last night’s dream

Pigeons are clear Ying's cry

Wipe my heavy eyes

Flap the slender wings

Raise the glorious sun

In the dove The moment of leaning forward to fly

Light pours into the cup of heaven and earth

From the cooing sound

Walking out of the flying posture

Scratch The confused sky

All the mysteries

are riding on the back and shoulders of doves

Breathing the burning wind

The wind is always Walking with the graceful posture of a girl

Make all the solid walls

collapse in the smile

The moment when the sky is filled with smoke

Remembered by pigeons

In the wind and rain

The first people to stand

Trying to look like flying

Unfolding dreams and others

The wind passes through my body

Taking away the sound of broken bones

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All in the songs of the brothel

Lost weight

Always in the same posture

A standing and walking pigeon

On the wheat road in the village

The evening sunshine in the countryside

The pigeons penetrate the white clouds

They also penetrate everything

Sad and sad

The flowers in the past are blood

The willows beside the farewell road are still thin

Unbearable

Thousands of years A nation’s pursuit

The path of misery

Entered my blood

Became the instinctive neighing in my body cavity

From now on I can Staring at doves

All space

is filled with this mysterious look

I admire the form of doves

but not praise eagles and others

In the blood of pigeons

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Flying above the Huayu

Also whirling in the tomb fields

Carrying the thoughts of the thin horse on the ancient road

Gently chewing the wormwood

The overflowing west wind

When livelihood is ignored

The integrity of doves

The ancient past is ignored

In the wind and rain Human mood

Step by step towards the request for shelter

Praising time

It is the wheat that grows in the fields

Lift the cold weather Just look at it

You can harvest

The secular style in succession

The years from forest to forest

What comes is not a song

Pigeons always squint

Looking at this frowning spring

Yearning for pigeons to feed

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The beauty of completing the whole process

When I applaud for such a touch

The snapping sound cannot fly out

A pigeon The shape of the girl

The eyes of the pure girl

Always appear and disappear in the smoke and dust of the world

It makes me unable to compare for a moment

The pigeons edge the wall Tranquility

The fragrance of wisteria outside the window

Awakens the shepherd god

Raise the whip of destination prematurely

One after another slanting Sunlight

penetrates the dove's body

Asking for blood to paint the evening clouds red

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Darken the windows

Make my mood

In melancholy

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1. Chapter Three of the Righteous Pigeon (Author: Yang Weizhen, Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty): The flying slave is solemn, and the good pigeon feeds the young.

Everyone who calls out and is virtuous is kind to the corrugate. I am so solemn and so solemn, I am a flying slave, and I am far from your home.

You are tired and sighing, and you are better than a swan goose.

The flying slaves are solemn and solemn, and the husband and wife are missing each other.

The dead are gone, who is alive and happy? If there are no grains in the morning, there will be no one to call to. There will be no room for no one to live in.

If there is no other Li Xi, I am not as good as Li Xi. Read it for seven days and you will die, and one arrow will not be forgotten.

Your voice is fierce and strong, and it is even more exciting than Guanju. 2. The white dove (Author: Xu Wei, Dynasty: Tang Dynasty) lifts its wings and soars into the blue sky, following people to the big country.

Pink feathers live in the painting pavilion, and the shadow of snow touches the Qiong window. The vibrating heron makes a good companion, and the singing dove makes a good pair.

The gull has not returned yet, but when I see you, I remember you on the Qingjiang River. 3. Wild Pigeon (Author: Mei Yaochen, Dynasty: Song Dynasty) A wild pigeon comes alone, and its eyes are like a spring dove.

I am hungry and want to eat, so I stand at the head of my south house. If I can't see you, what can I ask for at night?

One day I occasionally went out to the group and had fun in the sky. Whoever borrows the wind chimes to ring, the sound will continue day and night.

The hungry look has not changed, and the wings are fluttering like my hatred. There is a dew phoenix in Bingzai, and the sky is suppressed for you.

I am in the middle of the wings, and I am alone for a long time. When the phoenix comes, my path goes well; when the phoenix leaves, my path rests.

What do you do? Don’t taint my clang. 4. Listening to the Pigeon Bells (Author: Zhu Yi, Dynasty: Song Dynasty) Penghaomen Lane has been crowded for a long time, and there are no cage houses where important guests pass by.

Dove bells outside the sky startle the pillows at noon, and children accidentally get up to listen. 5. Satire on raising pigeons (Author: Shaoxing Taixue, Dynasty: Song Dynasty) Thousands of pigeons fly around the imperial capital, and it takes a lot of effort to collect and release them in the morning and evening.

How to raise geese on the edge of the clouds, two holy books can be passed down in the desert.