Famous quotes and poems about butterflies 1

1. Famous poems about butterflies

The butterfly can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies can fly in the water.

Du Fu and Li Shangyin's "Jin Se" The brocade harp 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 Mountains versus the Three Lords.

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 Minling Mountains, there is a road south of the Yangtze River.

There are willows and green strips on the long embankment. I have given 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 so 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 brightly in the eyes, 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 covered 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, Zu Yong 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.

The sleepy people on the swing undress themselves from their robes, and the painted beams and swallows return. Nan Gezi Era: Song Dynasty Author: Hong Shi Genre: Ci The clouds are blowing across the mountainside, and the wind is blowing and raindrops are coming.

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 no one will know about it.

Compile the history of flowers, cultivate thousands of acres, and plant dome-shaped monuments. Qingpingle Era: Song Dynasty 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 are stacked on top of each other 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 coldness has recently receded, 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 not a big deal to mount a horse if you’re pretending to be a favor. 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 (good lines)

"Jin Se" Li Shangyin's Jin Se 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 sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.

Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time. (The second couplet probably says that the past is like smoke) "Traveler on a Spring Eve" by Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) The water flows and the flowers wither, sending the east wind through Chu City.

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? (This poem uses clear language and neat rhyme to express the feeling of cherishing spring and homesickness vividly and poetically) "Poetry of Proud Son" Li Shangyin wants to compete with the butterfly, but the catkins are not withered. (It writes about a young boy running lively, chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Miscellaneous Poems No. 8" (Jin Dynasty) Zhang Xie reported his duties and went to the border town to restrain the army.

When I got off the bus, it was like yesterday. I felt comfortable for four or five yuan. May I ask when? Butterflies fly to South Garden.

The flowing waves are nostalgic for the old Pu, and the clouds are longing for the old mountains. Fujian Yue Yiwen, Hu Ma is willing to save Yan.

It is natural that the local customs and customs are peaceful. "Resentment with the Lord Bo Jizhe" (Southern Dynasties) Xie looked at the flowers and saw butterflies in random numbers, and the wind curtains entered the two swallows.

"Poem of Spring" (Tang Dynasty) Li Baichen lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin. "Two Ancient Poems" (Part 2) (Southern Dynasties) Emperor Wu of Liang flew two butterflies, low and low.

"Two Poems on Qujiang" (Part 2) (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu returned to the court to wear spring clothes every day, and returned home drunk every day at the head of the river. Drinking debts are commonplace, but rare in the past seventy years of life.

The butterflies can be seen deeply through the flowers, and the dragonflies are flying in the water. They spread the word that the scenery is constantly changing, and they should not be incompatible with each other for the time being. [Shui Tiao Ge Tou] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang God will pay me for this, and I will go to the Canglang in June.

Beyond the cicadas shed dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. [Sijia Ke] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying is obsessed with butterflies and disappears without a trace. Dreams fall deep in dawn, and the cold fragrance closes the heart of the small courtyard.

"The Back Hall in the Evening Day" (Liang Dynasty, Southern Dynasty) Emperor Jian Wen of Xiao Gang The willows on the bank have long leaves, and the window peaches have fallen into thin tarsus. The flowers contain butterfly powder and bamboo leaves contain dragonfly beads.

"Answer" Liu Lingxian (female) sings orioles in the leaves, and plays with butterflies and ducks among the flowers. "The River is Red, Ignite the Cherry" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji's butterfly does not convey the dream of a thousand miles, and Zigui calls the third watch of the moon.

Listening to the voice on the pillow urging people to return, it is rare to return. (I hope Master Wang will miss his hometown in the north) "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin The sun is slanting on the bank of Qingling Terrace, and the eternal soul is beautiful and beautiful. Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly, flying leisurely on other flowers.

"Li Yishan's Collected Poems" and "Ode to Butterflies" (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yikuang sometimes sees catkins dancing in the pear blossoms. The spring evening breeze on the river is warm and gentle, and the flower sellers are chasing each other across the bridge.

(Xie Yi composed three hundred butterfly poems, known as Xie Hudie, "Yuzhang Poetry Talk") "Jingnan Bamboo Branch Poems: Ode to Butterfly Lovers" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu Scholars went to Shenghuangtai, and the spring breeze continued in Nagano every year moss. The peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and butterflies are flying over again.

On the tomb of Liang Zhu in Ningbo, there are often gatherings of butterflies at Zhu Yingtai's reading place in Yixing. The local government has established a "Double Butterfly Festival" on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) in "Jiang Xing" (Tang Dynasty) ) The Yuxuanji River hugs Wuchang slantingly, and thousands of households are in front of Parrot Island. The painting boat is sleeping in the spring and the morning is not over yet, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers.

The last two sentences express the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I am dreaming, I still feel my emotions swaying. Ethereal and wonderful, conveying the spirit beyond words.

"Sunny Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Jia first saw the stamens among the flowers before the rain, but after the rain there were no flowers inside the leaves. Butterflies fly over the wall, and it seems that the spring scenery is in the neighboring house.

"Ode to the Butterfly" Emperor Wen of the Liang Dynasty returned to this place and sent swallowtail butterflies to fly on the flowers. Those who send a message to each other will always be of the same mind. A poem about the beautiful butterfly in Taiwan (Song Dynasty) by Xue Xiuxuan. The butterfly dance condenses the soul of the mountain, and the flowers bloom, thinking of the beautiful face.

"Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. Li Shangyinamp;lt;Butterflyamp;gt;One of the four poems is a solitary butterfly with small feathers wandering around, its pink wings spread.

And it should hurt Jiao Jie and come close to the snow frequently. Its two leaves are turned over, and the diagonal bridge faces the side door.

Reed flowers are only white, catkins may be warm. Xizi is looking for the palace, and Zhaojun is looking for his old village.

Every year when all the fragrant things are gone, come and bid farewell to Lansun. The third time he came to the small garden for the first time, he met Suo Wei for a while.

I am far afraid that the fragrant dust will break, and I am lightly worried that the beautiful snow will melt. I only know how to guard against the dew, but I don't know how to deal with the sharp wind.

Looking back at the two flying swallows, taking advantage of the time, they entered the Qihu. The fourth one flew to embroider Huyin and passed deep into the painting building.

Apply Qin Tai powder heavily and Han Palace gold lightly. There are only catkins in the phase, and what is mentioned is the heart of flowers.

Can Ling Guke be invited to sing at midnight? End-turning chain poem amp;lt;springamp;gt;Qing Dynasty Anonymous ancient palindrome poem is a poetry genre, known for its uniqueness, and has many forms. Here are two palindrome poems related to butterflies.

Meiliu is noisy in front of Jin, and magpies are noisy in front of Jin. Magpies are happy for the clear spring. 3. 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 able to avoid the first. 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 faded 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? 4. Famous ancient poems describing butterflies

Walking alone by the river looking for flowers

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Huang Si’s mother’s house 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. 5. Poems about butterflies (good lines)

"Jin Se" Li Shangyin's Jin Se 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 sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.

Can this feeling be remembered? It was just that I was at a loss at that time. (The second couplet probably says that the past is like smoke) "Spring Eve Traveling in the Heart" Cui Tu (Tang Dynasty) The water flows and the flowers wither, and the east wind passes through Chucheng.

Of course, if you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes? (This poem uses clear language and neat rhyme to express the feelings of cherishing spring and homesickness vividly and poetically) "Poetry of Proud Son" Li Shangyin wants to compete with the butterfly, but the catkins are not withered. (It writes about a young boy running lively, chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Miscellaneous Poems No. 8" (Jin Dynasty) Zhang Xie reported his duties and went to the border town to restrain the army.

When I got off the bus, it was like yesterday. I felt comfortable for four or five yuan. May I ask when? Butterflies fly to South Garden.

The flowing waves are nostalgic for the old Pu, and the clouds are longing for the old mountains. Fujian Yue Yiwen, Hu Ma is willing to save Yan.

Listening to the voice on the pillow urging people to return, it is rare to return. (I hope Master Wang will miss his hometown in the north) "Qingling Terrace" (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin The sun is slanting on the bank of Qingling Terrace, and the eternal soul is covered with beautiful clouds. Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly, flying leisurely on other flowers.

The last two sentences express the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I am dreaming, I still feel my emotions swaying. Ethereal and wonderful, conveying the spirit beyond words.

"Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. One of Li Shangyin's four poems is a solitary butterfly with small feathers wandering around, its pink wings spreading.

And it should hurt Jiao Jie and come close to the snow frequently. Its two leaves are turned over, and the diagonal bridge faces the side door.

Reed flowers are only white, catkins may be warm. Xizi is looking for the palace, and Zhaojun is looking for his old village.

Every year when all the fragrant things are gone, come and bid farewell to Lansun. The third time he came to the small garden for the first time, he met Suo Wei for a while.

Looking back at the two flying swallows, taking advantage of the time, they entered the Qihu. The fourth one flew to embroider Huyin and passed deep into the painting building.

Apply Qin Tai powder heavily and Han Palace gold lightly. There are only catkins in the phase, and what is mentioned is the heart of flowers.

Can Ling Guke be invited to sing at midnight? End-turning comic poem, Qing Dynasty, Anonymous, ancient palindrome poetry is a poetry genre, known for its uniqueness, and comes in many forms. Here are two palindrome poems related to butterflies.

Meiliu is noisy in front of Jin, and magpies are noisy in front of Jin. Magpies are happy for the clear spring. 6. Looking for quotes from famous people about butterflies~

Bees sip honey from flowers and say thanks 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 like this ----- Rabindranath Tagore

My friend Yan Ying said : Every butterfly is the ghost of a former flower, returning to find itself. ——Zhang Ailing

Butterflies will fly when flowers are good----Korean proverb 7. Ancient poems about butterflies

Famous ancient poems about butterflies

Huang Si’s family The pedestals are full of flowers, and the branches are covered with thousands of flowers. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"

The rustling west wind filled the courtyard, and the pistils were cold and fragrant, and it was difficult for butterflies to come. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. ——Tang Dynasty. Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums"

The fence is sparsely one path deep, and the flowers on the tree heads 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 "Xugong Store, Suxin City"

Thousands of butterflies in the blurred butterfly tree, their tails are like tassels, and they are green and peaceful. Who would believe it without seeing the butterfly spring, where the shadows and flags cover the butterfly solemnly. —— "Shangguan Butterfly Spring" by Shachen of the Qing Dynasty

"Eight Miscellaneous Poems"

(Jin) Zhang Xie

Debriefing on his duties, he went to the border town and restrained the army. Travel room.

When I got off the bus, it was like yesterday. I felt comfortable for four or five yuan.

May I ask when? Butterflies fly to South Garden.

The flowing waves are nostalgic for the old Pu, and the clouds are longing for the old mountains.

Fujian Yue Yiwen, Hu Ma is willing to save Yan.

It is natural that the local customs and customs are peaceful.

"The Resentment of the Lord Bo Jizhe"

(Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao

There are countless butterflies in the flowers, and the wind curtains enter the two swallows.

"Poem of Spring"

(Tang Dynasty) Li Bai

The dust lingers on the wanderer's face, and the butterfly touches the beauty's hairpin.

"Two Ancient Poems" (Part 2)

(Southern Dynasty) Emperor Wu of Liang

Two flying butterflies, low and low. 8. The more poems about butterflies, the better

Butterfly Flying by Li He of the Tang Dynasty The poplar flowers fluttered against the tents in the hot spring clouds, and the tortoise-shell screen made the eyes gleam with drunkenness.

Butterflies fly from east to west, and the boy riding a white horse returns today. Butterfly Tang Qiji Where is the red color on the back, the fragrance is so confusing that it is heavy on the threshold.

Flying separately but still coming out alone, forming a team and meeting each other occasionally. Far away harm will always be avoided by sparrows, but by scrambling to be the first to avoid bees.

The peach branches lead back and forth, and the orchid paths lead each other to follow. The heart of Cui Chuan Dan 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 West Wind, I still have to pick hibiscus. Jade Butterfly by 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 on the face, and the willow has lost its new eyebrows.

Falling down makes people sad, but who knows about heartbreak. Two Butterfly Songs by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty The ethereal caterpillar sheds its shell slightly, unable to bear 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. Every time I worry about the bird's mouth, the fragrant fragrance surrounds my 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 all my thoughts live in the spring.

What I dislike the most is the goddess coming to make the rain fall. I love accompanying Xi Shi to pick incense. When the wind is calm, you should only store pistil powder, and when the night is cold, you can 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 by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, it will definitely pass by where there are 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 lady took a sneak peek at it again and again.

Don’t be fooled by short wings and flying long distances. It will be difficult to fly among the flowers. There is no reason for Xuxu to be connected to him. There are so many desolate paths in the wild gardens.

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 chrysanthemum pistils by Tang Gengmao. They swim under the clear sky and search for the fragrance of chrysanthemums.

Bringing sound to the core, even the shadow is in the fragrance. Go and live in the remaining fog, and follow the wind up and down.

I feel ashamed that I am a different butterfly and cannot communicate with the dream soul. Jinse by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty The Jinse 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 sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.

This feeling can be recalled thousands of times, but it was already at a loss. Inscribed on the hibiscus flower, Tang Rongyu used his own money to buy hibiscus plants, and the flowers would bloom only after two years.

The bright red beauty is not yet allowed to see, but the butterflies arrive early. On a spring day in Weizhuang, Tang Dynasty, I suddenly 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 soul gradually flies away with the cuckoo.

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 by Dai Shulun of the Tang Dynasty I heard the rain for the first time tonight, Du Ruoqing from the south of the Yangtze River.

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.

I care about the orphan all day long, and my life experience is still high. Jiang Xing Tang Yu Xuanji The river hugs Wuchang slanting across the river, and there are thousands of households in front of Parrot Island.

The painted boat has not yet finished its spring sleep, dreaming of butterflies and looking for flowers. Fireworks have entered Cormorant Harbor, and the painted boats are 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 Zhenniang's Tomb by Zhang Hu of the Tang Dynasty. The Buddha was buried in Luoyi, and the lonely soul returned here.

Dancing as a butterfly dream, singing thanks to the shrike 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. 9. What are the poems about butterflies?

"Butterfly Flying"

Li He of the Tang Dynasty

The poplars flutter against the tents in the hot spring clouds, and the tortoise-shell screen gleams with drunken eyes.

Butterflies fly from east to west, and the boy riding a white horse returns today.

"Qingling Terrace"

Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty

The sun is slanting on the bank of Qingling Terrace,

The eternal soul is full of beautiful clouds,

Don't be surprised that Han Ping is a butterfly,

Flying leisurely to other flowers.

"Farewell to Dou Bingcao"

Li Duan of the Tang Dynasty

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.

"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 able to avoid the first. 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.

"Two Poems on Butterflies"

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 mouth of a chicken or bird, the fragrance of pity lingers around the Qiluo 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 make the rain fall. 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 Poems on Butterflies"

Tang Xuyu

It is not difficult for a moth to fly in a cocoon, as 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 lady took a sneak look at it again and again. 10. Ancient poems about butterflies

Butterfly Flying

Li He of the Tang Dynasty

Poplar flowers flutter against the tents in the hot spring clouds, and the tortoise-shell screen gleams with drunken eyes.

Butterflies fly from east to west, 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 able to avoid the first. 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