1. What are the poems about pigeons?
1. The sunny pigeons test the bells and the wind is soft, and the young orioles make their 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 of the Tang Dynasty.
Vernacular interpretation: Thanks to the 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.
2. Poems about pigeons
Missing a wandering pigeon
Type: Poetry Author: Liu Yuesong
A brown pigeon
On a windy and rainy evening
Staying on the balcony of my house
An unexpected and surprising look came into my eyes
I don’t know where it came from
I don’t know where it will fly
The trembling figure of its messy wings
makes people feel endless sorrow and pity
From its absent eyes
I understood the pain, helplessness and desolation
I put water and rice in kindly
It wolfed it down carefully
This is a stray pigeon
I helped loosen the ropes around its legs
Build a warm and safe nest but I still don’t know
Did it lose its way while escaping from its previous life or pursuing its dreams?
This wandering pigeon
On the seventh day of my careful feeding
Leaving without saying goodbye, I know full well
It will continue to wander
I began to miss that wandering pigeon in every lonely dusk
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I wonder if it can find enough food in a foreign land
Doves
The first to cover the morning bell
It’s the pink dance of last night
The death of spring
Blocking the cry of all life
This is the morning of April
When I'm still sorting out
Last night's dream
The clear call of the dove
Wipe my heavy eyes
Fan the slender Wings
Raise the glorious sun
At the moment when the dove leans forward to fly
Light pours into the cup of heaven and earth
From In the cooing sound
Out of the flying posture
Cutting through the confused sky
All the mysteries
are riding on the back of the dove Shoulders
Breathing in the burning wind
The wind always walks like a girl in a pretty posture
Making all solid walled cities
Collapsed in smiles
The moment when the sky was full of smoke
Remembered by pigeons
Being the first to stand in the wind and rain
The crowd
Trying to make it look like flying
Unfolding dreams and others
But the wind passes through my body
Taking away the broken bones Sound
The poetry of the Qin and Han dynasties
The rhymes of the Tang and Song Dynasties
are all in the songs of the brothel
Lost weight
Always with the same posture
Standing and walking pigeons
On the wheat road in the village
Watching the evening sunshine alone in the countryside
< p> The dove pierces the white cloudsIt also penetrates everything
Sadness and sorrow
The long flowers in the front are blood
Farewell The willows beside it are still thin
Unbearable
A nation has been chasing for thousands of years
A miserable road
Into my blood< /p>
It became the instinctive neighing in my body cavity
From now on I can look at the pigeons
All spaces
are filled with this mystery Eyes
I admire the form of doves
instead of praising eagles and others
In the blood of doves
flows what I have seen
The most beautiful flight
And thrilling
Flying above the flowers and mountains
Also whirling in the cemetery
The thoughts of carrying a thin horse on the ancient road
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Overflowing west wind
When livelihood is ignored
The integrity of the dove
Ignoring the past
p>Human mood in the wind and rain
Step by step toward the request for shelter
Praising time
It is the wheat that grows in the fields
Raise your piercing gaze
and you will reap the harvest
A succession of worldly customs
The years from forest to forest
What comes is not a song
Pigeons always look askance
Looking at this frowning spring
Yearning for pigeons to feed
As if In a small order
The beauty of completing the whole process
When I applaud for such a touch
The snapping sound cannot fly out
The shape of a dove
The eyes of that stunning girl
Always flickering in and out of the smoke and dust of the world
I cannot catch up for a moment
The tranquility of pigeons on the edge of the wall
The fragrance of wisteria flowers outside the window
Awakening the shepherd god
Raising the whip of destination prematurely
The slanting sunlight
penetrates the body of the pigeon
Asking for blood to paint the evening clouds red
And the wings of the pigeon
< p> Soaked in dusk colorsDarkened the windows
Let my mood
In melancholy
Unable to complete burning 3. Verses about pigeons
"The Man Who Lives in the Land" Guanxiu
The flower valley connects Cangzhou, and the clouds are overcast on Chuqiu.
Although the sound of rain comes late at night, the sound of rain is not as good as that of autumn.
Flowers and doves are hidden in ancient houses, and chaos gathers in deserted gardens.
If there is no intention, why use words to rest.
"Visiting Master Wu Zhi at Jingju Temple in Jiuzhen Mountain" by Shen Quanqi
The great scholar was born in Tianzhu and transformed into Rinan.
When troubles arise among people, there is Jialan at the foot of the mountain.
The incense in the small stream is used as a temple, and the rocks on dangerous peaks are used as niches.
Waiting for Zen's green pigeon's milk, peeking into the white ape's ginseng.
The vines love the walls between the clouds, and the flowers pity the rocks under the pool.
The spring is quiet and the offerings are good, and the yukata hanging in the forest is worthy.
The disciple is sad that he has no knowledge, but the medical king regrets that he has not talked about it.
The opportunity to suspect and hear is the same, and the ignorance is the third.
If you want to investigate the cause and effect, talk about tolerance and give up shame.
Transcendental Tiger Creek evening, under the twin trees, there is nothing but mist. 4. What are the famous sayings or poems about pigeons?
1. "Ji Qi Yi Shang Ren"
Author: Guan Xiu
The flower ditch connects to Cangzhou, Overcast clouds and Chuqiu.
Although the sound of rain comes at night, the sound of rain is not as good as that of autumn.
Flowers and doves are hidden in ancient houses, and chaos gathers in deserted gardens.
If there is no intention, why use words to rest.
2. "Sadness of the Former Residence of Tongde Jingshe"
Author: Wei Yingwu
After ten years of separation from Luo Jing, I visited Donglin.
Mountains and rivers cannot be expected, and there are many contradictions if there is no intention.
The traces of time are still there, we go together and come back alone.
I also saw pigeons in the window, flying around the courtyard at dusk.
3. "Inscription on the Abandoned Temple in Yubuxi"
Author: Jiao Ran
After the Wuyuan rebellion, the real world gathered dust.
The waning moon produces autumn water, and the sad wind rises from the old platform.
The people who live there are now gone, but the doves are still here.
If there is no physiology, it should be worthy of the seven sorrows.
4. "Gift to Master Haiming"
Author: Geng Mao
Coming from Western Tianzhu, he holds the sutra and worships Ziwei.
His Sanskrit language changed over time, and he returned to the ascetic customs.
The moon is peaceful for a long time, and the moss grows sparsely in the hospital.
There are tame pigeons among the beams. If they don’t go away, where will they be?
5. "Lingyun Temple"
Author: Xue Neng
If the pavilion is in line with the mountain, who can reach the stone staircase.
Thousands of settlements are born in the smoke, and every one of them shows his signs.
Ramadan people come, and doves go to roost in the setting sun.
From the edge, it is already extreme, and the beacon fire is Shen Li. 5. Are there any famous quotes or poems about white doves?
The poems about white doves are:
1. When the white dove flies, the sun is setting - "Inscribed on the Eye Purifier" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty Room"
2. The White Pigeon Climbs the Tower - Tang Pi Rixiu "Residing alone in Kaiyuan Temple for the summer, I miss Lu Wang very much, because of the flying pen couplets"
3. The White Pigeon Qian Come into the purple trough - "Pipa" by Zhang Biaochen of the Song Dynasty
The famous sayings about the white dove are:
1. In this world, the greatest freedom is not to be trapped in a corner and play in your mind. Instead of passing countless white pigeons, I was able to walk out of the room and adapt to the crowds. ——Shuhai Cangsheng's "Ten Years of Warmth as Words"
2. How many seas does a white dove have to fly over before it can sleep peacefully on the beach?
How many miles does a man have to go before he can be called a man? ——Bob Dylan "The Answer is Blowing in the Wind"
3. Poets should not always sit under the roof and mutter to themselves, and sages should not live indoors for a long time. Know that birds never sing in their caves, nor do white doves take pride in their dovecotes. ——Thoreau, "Walden" 6. Verses about doves
The first thing to cover the morning bell is the dancing pink of last night. The death of spring blocks the cry of all life. This is the morning of April. I'm still sorting out last night's dream. The clear call of the dove brightens my heavy eyes. I flap my slender wings and raise the glorious sun. When the dove leans forward to fly, light pours into the cup of heaven and earth. I fly out from the cooing sound. The posture cuts through the confused sky. All the mysteries are riding on the back and shoulders of the dove, blowing the hot wind. Always walking with the pretty posture of a girl, making all the solid walls collapse in the smile. The sky is filled with smoke at the moment when the dove is I recall that I was the first group of people to stand in the wind and rain, trying to fly. The dream and other winds passed through my body and carried away the sound of broken bones. The poems of the Qin and Han Dynasties and the rhymes of the Tang and Song Dynasties were all lost in the songs of the brothel. The pigeons that always stand and walk in the same posture always stand alone on the wheat path in the countryside. The late sunny pigeons pierce the white clouds and penetrate all the sorrow and sadness. The flowers in the past are blood. The willows beside the farewell road are still too thin and broken by thousands. When a nation chased the path of misery, it entered my blood and became the instinctive neighing in my body cavity. From then on, I was able to look at doves, and all space was filled with this mysterious look. I admired the form of doves instead of praising the hawks and other doves. The most beautiful flight I have ever seen flows in my blood, and it is thrilling and thrilling. Flying over Huayu, also circling in the cemetery, carrying the thoughts of the thin horse on the ancient road, gently chewing the west wind overflowing from the wormwood, and neglecting the integrity of the pigeon in life. Ignore the human mood in the ancient wind and rain, step by step towards the cry for protection and praise. Time is the wheat that grows in the fields. You can harvest the worldly customs by raising your sharp eyes. The years that go from the forest to the forest are not the songs of pigeons. Looking squinting at this frowning spring yearning pigeon feeding, it seems that the beauty of the whole process is completed in a small order. When I applaud for such a touch, the sound of popping cannot fly out of the form of a dove. That peerless girl's My eyes are always flickering in the smoke and dust of the world, leaving me less than a moment of peace and tranquility as doves edge the wall. The fragrance of wisteria flowers outside the window awakens the shepherd gods who prematurely raise the whip of their destination. The slanting sunlight penetrates the body of the dove, asking for blood, and paints the evening clouds red. The dove's wings are soaked in the dusk color and the windows are darkened, which makes my mood not finish burning in the melancholy. 7. What are the poems that describe white pigeons?
The poems that describe white pigeons are:
"Inscribed on the Clean Eye Master's Room"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Changling
When the white doves are flying, the sun is setting, and the meditation room is silent, drinking fragrant tea. Captivating the city, captivating the country, shaved head green and black. Ruyi jade, gold bath vase, red lips and white teeth can recite sutras. The word "Wuyinhuan" is more distinct. At dusk the bells sound out, and the cassocks are hung with foil curtain nails.
"When I was rich"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Fanzhi
When I was rich, my wife and children looked good on me. If I take off my clothes, fold my robe and coat with me. I went out to ask for help from the sutra, and it sent me to the path. He put the money into the house and saw me smiling. The white dove circles around me, just like a parrot. When I meet someone who is temporarily poor, I look like a sentry. When a person is poor, he will be repaid by the rich. In order to make money, you don't care about people, and you only care about the time.
"Pipa"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Zhang Biaochen
White doves sneak into the purple trough, Zhu Luan flies away and sings in the sky. There is no limit to love on the fortress by the river, and the colorful songs of Yingfu are tuned again. The spiritual concubine Man Dao plays the Yao harp, and the fairy Nong Yun Ao is rumored to be false. The little pity makes the spring breeze hateful, how can it be like tonight when the moon is high.
Definition:
White pigeon (bái gē): White pigeon. In the past, pigeons were the main means of transportation for transmitting information. Unlike today’s mobile phones and faxes, pigeons have become It has become a bridge of communication between people. In people's hopes, they hope that good things will always be with them. The pigeons that convey information therefore carry many of people's wishes.
Sentences:
1 Love is a white dove with an olive leaf in its mouth, which makes the people of the world know the importance of peace.
2 The wings and tail of the white pigeon are covered with long, stiff feathers that can be opened like a folding fan. The pigeon's feathers are gray, like a silver-gray coat; there is a circle of golden feathers on its neck, like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace on a girl's neck.
3 White pigeon and red date rice. When the rice is simmered until the water is almost dry, spread the pickled pigeon meat and red dates on the rice, cover it tightly and simmer over low heat until cooked.
4 May your love fly high on a flying white dove.
5 Good times and auspicious times appear again, and the National Day is full of joy. White pigeons are flying all over the sky, and red lanterns are brightly lit. Fireworks bring laughter and happiness, and good luck is delivered to you. No matter how short or long the years are, happiness will creep into your heart. Don't be busy when good things come. May happiness fly with you forever. Happy National Day and happy family!