Poems about trees and birds 1. Who can provide famous ancient poems about "trees" and "birds"

* Trees in Poetry

1. There are many trees.

A hundred herbs are abundant.

(Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)

We look at the green trees around your village.

And pale blue in remote mountainous areas.

(Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")

3. The bird stays in the tree by the pool.

The monk knocked at the door.

(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")

Jasper dressed up as a tree.

Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.

(He Zhangzhi: (Liu Yong))

Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night.

Blow open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

(Cen Can: "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji's Song of Wu Going Home")

6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water.

Parrot Island is a nest of sweet grass.

(Cui Hao: Yellow Crane Tower)

7. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship.

Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree.

(Liu Yuxi: (Lotte Yangzhou meets for the first time))

8. The eyes of spring are silent, and the trickle is precious.

The shade of trees shines on the water, loving sunshine and tenderness.

(Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")

9. dead vines and old trees faint crows,

Small bridges and flowing water,

The ancient road and the west wind are thin.

(Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si")

10. The west wind withered the green trees last night.

Alone in a tall building,

Look at the end of the world.

(Yan Shu: "The Recent Flowers")

How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven,

How clear the moon is on the water! .

(Meng Haoran: "Jiande River Sleeping at Night")

12. Lonely and pitying the grass,

There is an oriole singing in the tree.

(Wei Wuying: In Xixi Chuzhou)

* In the poem

1. I don't know who cut the beautiful leaves.

The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

(He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)

2. Lotus leaves are infinitely bright.

Lotus is bright red.

(Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")

3. The wind is crimson,

Green leaves are full of branches.

(Du Mu's Painful Poems)

4. autumn wind,

Dongting waves under the leaves.

(Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs and Sweet Lady")

5. Wake up in the middle of the night,

A pool of lotus leaves is swaying in the autumn wind.

(Autumn night in Gong Dou)

6. Fragrant lotus leaves are broken,

The west wind worries about the green waves.

(Li Yong's "Huanxisha")

7. Blue sky,

Yellow leaf land,

Autumn is full of waves,

The waves are cold and smoky.

(Fan Zhongyan, "Su Curtain Covering")

8. The green pools are all red.

The fallen leaves still have the smallest money.

(Song Yang Wanli, "Walking in Late Autumn")

9. The spring water in the Yangtze River is green.

Lotus leaves are as big as money.

(Zhang Ji's "Spring Biequ")

10. The leaves of Platanus acerifolia are yellow.

Beaded curtains don't roll frost at night.

(Wang Changling's Five Poems of Long Letter and Autumn)

1 1. The rain channel is green and mixed.

There are many red leaves in the frost garden.

(Bai Juyi's Sima Zhai)

* Birds in Poetry

1. The moon is full of surprises.

In the spring stream.

(Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")

There are no birds in the mountains,

A thousand roads without footprints.

(Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")

Petals shed like tears,

Lonely birds sang their sorrows.

(Du Fu: (Wang Chun))

In the spring morning, I woke up easily.

Birds are singing everywhere around me.

(Hao Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy,

Birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ..

(Du Fu: (Wang Yue))

6. The weather is getting better every day.

Birds live in harmony.

(Tao Yuanming: (drinking)

7. Here, the mountain light shines on the birds.

The human mind touches peace in the pool.

(Chang Jian: (the Buddhist temple behind the broken mountain temple))

8. Birds fly high,

Lonely clouds go to leisure alone.

(Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")

9. The bird stays in the tree by the pool.

The monk knocked at the door.

(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")

10. Cicada is very quiet in the forest.

Tonamiyama is more hidden.

(Wang Ji: if you enter)

1 1. Looking at the mountains from a distance,

Listen to the water silently.

Spring is gone and the flowers are still there.

It's not surprising that people have come.

(Gao Ding: "Painting")

12. There are no multiple routes from Pengshan.

Oh, bluebirds, listen! -Give me what she said! .

(Li Shangyin: "Untitled")

13. Every tree fell without flowers.

Birds sing spring mountain all the way.

(Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring)

14. Just look at the capital,

A bird will fly for half a year.

(Li Deyu's "Cliff Climbing City")

2. Ancient poems with birds and trees at the same time

1, "Returning Birds, Part II"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Wing wing returns to the bird, carrying the item and flying.

Although I don't want to swim, I see Lin Qingyi.

If you meet a cloud, you will return.

Sincere and leisurely in the distance, endless sex.

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The returning birds fly freely, fly freely. There is no ambition to travel far now, and I feel reluctant to part with it every time I see the jungle. Flying up and down because of the cloud resistance, calling each other and returning together. Although the road of Qingyun is attractive, it is hard to abandon the love of the nest.

2. Thrushcross

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.

Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.

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Thrush birds are full of songs, flying in the forest with their own thoughts, and freely shuttling through the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers. Now I know: I once heard the cry of a thrush in a golden cage, which was far less than the free singing when I wandered in the forest.

3. The Returning Birds, Part I

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Wing Wing returned to the bird and went to the Woods in the morning.

Eight tables are far away, and clouds are near.

The wind is not harmonious, and the heart is turned over.

Gu Zhuo sang, and the scenery obscured Qingyin.

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The homing birds fly freely and leave the nest and Woods in the morning. The sky is vast and free to fly, and rest near Yuncen. The warm spring breeze blows head-on, making your wings turn as you please. Watching the companions sing, the figure is hidden in the clear shade.

4. The Returning Birds, Part III

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

The wings return to the birds, and the training forest lingers.

Think of heaven, like old habitat.

Although there is no previous lover, but the voice is very harmonious.

In the evening, the air is clear and carefree.

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The returning birds fly freely and hover in the leisurely forest. Who wants to go to heaven and go back to the forest to like it? Although the former partner has left, the birds are singing harmoniously and happily. The dusk is fresh and refreshing, and you can play leisurely in the forest.

5. Fang Shu

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Li Shuang

Spring has come, and thousands of trees are competing to sprout new buds, swaying in the summer wind.

It is easy to wind in summer, and branches and leaves often block the footsteps of birds flying away.

Spring blossoms, summer comes, and leaves flourish at the end.

A wanderer who is far away from home wants to send peace home, but the road is so far, I am afraid I can't get there.

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It is windy in summer, and the lush leaves often block the birds from flying far away. Spring is full of flowers, summer is coming, and the leaves are lush like curtains. A wanderer who is far away from home wants to send peace home, but the journey is too long, fearing that he can't make it. Spring has come, and thousands of trees are competing to sprout and sway with the wind in the summer sun.

3. Ancient poems with birds and trees at the same time

1, "Returning to the Bird" The Next Part Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming spread his wings and returned to the bird, flying with Xiang.

Although I don't want to swim, I see Lin Qingyi. If you meet a cloud, you will return.

Sincere and leisurely in the distance, endless sex. The returning birds fly freely, fly freely.

There is no ambition to travel far now, and I feel reluctant to part with it every time I see the jungle. Flying up and down because of the cloud resistance, calling each other and returning together.

Although the road of Qingyun is attractive, it is hard to abandon the love of the nest. 2, "Thrushcross Bird" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu moved at will, and the mountain flowers were red and purple.

Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest. Thrush birds are full of calls, flying in the forest with their own thoughts, and freely shuttling through the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers.

Now I know: I once heard the cry of a thrush in a golden cage, which was far less than the free singing when I wandered in the forest. 3, "Returning to the Birds, Part I" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming fluttered his wings to return to the birds and entered the forest at dawn.

Eight tables are far away, and clouds are near. The wind is not harmonious, and the heart is turned over.

Gu Zhuo sang, and the scenery obscured Qingyin. The returning birds fly freely and leave the nest and Woods in the morning.

The sky is vast and free to fly, and rest near Yuncen. The warm spring breeze blows head-on, making your wings turn as you please.

Watching the companions sing, the figure is hidden in the clear shade. 4. "Returning Birds to Three Parts" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming returned to the birds with his wings and trained the forest.

Think of heaven, like old habitat. Although there is no previous lover, but the voice is very harmonious.

In the evening, the air is clear and carefree. The returning birds fly freely and fly freely in the leisurely forest.

Who wants to go to heaven and go back to the forest to like it? Although the former partner has left, the birds are singing harmoniously and happily.

The dusk is fresh and refreshing, and you can play leisurely in the forest. 5, "Fang Shu" Northern and Southern Dynasties: Li Shuang Fang Shu thousand hair, swaying three Yang.

It is easy to wind in summer, and branches and leaves often block the footsteps of birds flying away. Spring blossoms, summer comes, and leaves flourish at the end.

A wanderer who is far away from home wants to send peace home, but the road is so far, I am afraid I can't get there. It is easy to wind in summer, and the lush leaves often block the birds from flying far away.

Spring is full of flowers, summer is coming, and the leaves are lush like curtains. A wanderer who is far away from home wants to send peace home, but the journey is too long, fearing that he can't make it.

Spring has come, and thousands of trees are competing to sprout and sway with the wind in the summer sun.

4. Wang Bo's poems about birds and trees

1, Pavilion Night Banquet-Wang Bogui is quiet, and the night in the mountain pavilion is cool forever.

The forest is cold and solemn. The southern bamboo is dark, and the lotus turns over the shadow of the northern pool.

Qingxing never stopped, and Duan Lin filmed the first scene. 2, the wind-Wang Bosu is cool and beautiful, I am clear.

Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain. There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love.

The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you. 3. Spring Banquet-Wang Bo rode on a stone windowsill and listed himself as a spring.

The sky is blue and the mountains are smoky, and the pine sounds are wild. Shadows float outside the leaves, but before the fragrance falls.

In Xingcha Tang Lin, it's getting late, and the heavy rocks raise the evening smoke. 4, Taoist temple-Wang won the light and divided the field, and the scale was prosperous.

The green altar clears the laurel sill, and the Dan cave loosens its pivot. There are three mountains in Yuli and five mountains in the golden box.

You can't get it, but you can't get it. 14, suburb-weeping willow path in Wangyuan, falling flowers on the west weir.

Looking for March, the scenery is absolutely adjacent. Birds fly to the village to get sleepy, and fish play in the water to know spring.

Chuqingshan's yard is noisy there. 15, —— Wang Bo's Kongyuange was drunk alone and lived in seclusion in spring.

Eupatorium adenophorum invaded the diameter, and willow covered the long ditch. Rain goes to flowers and wind goes to leaves.

Mountain people do not hesitate to get drunk, fearing green and respecting the air. 16, that's it-enjoying spring in foggy summer in Wang Bo, pine and bamboo are old.

Breaking the mountain and painting obstacles, the county sliding shed piano. The south pavilion is full of grass, and the north courtyard is deep in flowers.

Living in a leisurely place, you can smoke as you like. 17, Trace Temple-Wang Bolian's seat is full of grace, and the pine cliff is full of holy toes.

The old gold trace is shallow and the land is long and sparse. Decadent China is facing a curve, and the shadow is cast forward.

* * * she yuan, Russia regards the city as empty. 18, Xi is a gift to Taoist Wang-Wang Bo Jintan is a place where the fish cave is full of immortals.

The flowers are exposed at night, and the peaks are cloudy in Qing Ye. Oblique photos move mountains and shadows, and there are essays back to the sand.

The piano is waiting to be played, and the bamboo tree has been greeted. 19, diameter —— Wang Boyuan Youjiuxian.

Help Luo peep at the fog, climb the forest and lean on the clouds. Lu 'an, representing the north, arrived, and cranes in western Liaoning rode around.

Finally, I hope to get rid of the dust net and know the sky with my wings. 20, back to the suburbs-Wang Bozheng idle whispering with people, carrying a stick to Yanquan.

The grass is green for the new belt, and the elm is green for the old money. Fish beds invade the shore water, and birds travel into the mountains.

Going to the mansion again, flowers and trees are full of spring fields. 2 1, spring garden work-Wang Bo threw his hat down the mountain pavilion and brought wine to He Liang.

Narrow water and long mirrors, high flowers send fragrance. Many songs are like songs, and butterflies dance.

Drunk naturally, not just reading the light of the year.