1. When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains and sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei: "Birds Singing Stream")

2. Thousands of mountains have lost their birds, and thousands of people have disappeared. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue")

3. Feeling the flowers splashing with tears, hating the other birds and frightening them. (Du Fu: "Looking at Spring")

4. In spring sleep, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere. (Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

5. There are clouds in the chest, and the returning birds enter the canthus. (Du Fu: "Wang Yue")

6. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are flying back and forth. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking")

7. The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people. (Chang Jian: "Inscribed on the Zen Temple behind the Poshan Temple")

8. All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain")

9. The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao: "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion")

10. The noisy cicada forest is more quiet, and the singing bird mountain is even more secluded. (Wang Ji: "Enter the Ruoye River") I can't help but the flowers have fallen away, and it seems that the familiar swallows are coming back.

The peacock flies southeast, wandering for five miles.

There are flowers on the miscellaneous trees, The grass grows and the orioles fly.

Thousands of miles away, the orioles cry, the green reflects the red, and the wine flags in the water village are blown by the wind.

The wild geese pass by, and I am sad, but it is an old acquaintance. - Li Qingzhao<>

When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons. - Li Qingzhao <>

I feel the flowers splashing with tears, and hate the other birds.

A crane flies up to the clouds in the clear sky, bringing poetry to the blue sky. - Li Shangyin

As soon as the yellow crane is gone Never to return, the white clouds have been empty for thousands of years.

The fragrant grass is desolate in Parrot Island.

The birds are gone, and the good bows are hidden.

Tearful eyes ask the flowers without saying a word , chaotic red flying across the swing.

Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart entrusted with cuckoos. - Li Shangyin <>

Parrots can speak and are inseparable from birds.