Poems about pigeons

1. What are the poems about pigeons? 1, "Dove" Author: Ma Gui-Modern stands on the stump of a pasture with an olive branch in his hand.

Flying over the flag of the United Nations, there is no smoke in low carbon, and pigeons stay. 2, "Dove" Author: Fan Zhong-modern pigeons flying in the sky, thousands of miles can still return.

Love peace, spread good news and create brilliance for the people. 3, "tease pigeons" Author: anonymous pigeons, pigeons who love to chase the roof.

The kiln head is good at dancing and educating children, and can sing and dance well. The symbol of happiness, happiness and wealth! 4, "Ode to Pigeons" Author: Huang-a modern natural beauty elf, devoted to sincerity.

Friendship spreads all over the world, and peace makes Sagan Kun. 5, "Dove" Author: Xu Yin-Tang Juyi volley blue, depending on people to hit the stick.

Pink feather habitat painting pavilion, snow shadow blowing Joan window. Herons are companions, pigeons are a pair.

Seagulls didn't come back, but I remember Qingjiang River.

2. Poetry 1 about pigeons, three chapters about righteous pigeons (Author: Yang Weizhen Dynasty: Yuan) flying slaves, feeding young. They are both very kind to owls. I am a slave, and I am far away from my family. You are better at reading than Hongyan. I am a slave, and I am a husband. The dead are gone, who is suitable for entertainment. If you don't have a grain of food, you don't have a phone, and you don't have a room. There are no other couples, and I feel inferior. After studying for seven days, I died, and I was blessed. I am very excited, but I am more excited than me.

2, white dove (Author: Generation: Tang) Raise its wings, soar in the blue sky, and play the stick according to people. Pink feather habitat painting pavilion, snow shadow blowing Joan window. Herons are companions, pigeons are a pair. Seagulls didn't come back, but I remember Qingjiang River.

3, wild pigeons (Author: Mei Dai: Song) There are wild pigeons in the lonely land, Gou Chunge. Hungry, put me in the south room. If I can't see you, what can I do at night? Once a day, go out in droves and wander around in vain. Whoever borrows a wind chime will ring day and night. Hunger hasn't changed. My wings are like my enemies. There is dew in the bean, and there is pressure in the sky. In the meantime, I stayed late alone. Phoenix goes to my place, and Phoenix goes to my place to rest. No matter what pigeons do, don't pollute me.

4, listen to the pigeon bell (Author: Zhu Yichao: Song) Peng Haomen long time no cage square heavy guest. The pigeon bell in the sky disturbed the pillow in the afternoon and the children listened by mistake.

5. Ridiculously raising pigeons (Author: Shaoxing imperial academy Dynasty: Song Dynasty) Ten thousand pigeons flew around the imperial city, and it took a lot of effort to let them go. How to raise geese on the edge of clouds? The desert can spread out two holy books.

3. What are the poems about pigeons? 1. When pigeons try to ring the bell, the wind is soft, and young warblers spit out their tongues in spring. From the Song Dynasty Zhang Xian's "Plum Blossoms Drifting in the Red River".

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: sunny weather, breezy breeze, pigeons flying freely, and newborn orioles crowing, as if to tell people that spring is chilly.

2, feel the pigeons outside the cloud, flying in groups. One hundred and thirty poems from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's Wandering Dance Town Temple.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Thanks to those white pigeons flying in groups above the white clouds.

3. The dove flies for a while, and the Zen room drinks fragrant tea. From the teacher's room with bright eyes by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: When the pigeons took off, the sun was already setting, and the monks in the meditation room were quietly drinking fragrant tea.

4, around my white dove, just like a parrot. From When I Was Rich to the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Anshi.

The white dove circled around me like a parrot.

The grass in spring is greener in autumn. Pigeons didn't return to the west. Who can stay in Luo Jing for a long time? Simple clothes were stained with dust. Xie Tiao, a poet in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, wrote a poem "Appreciating Wang Jin's An Deyuan".

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Spring grass is greener in autumn, and pigeons have not yet returned to Beijing. And I am at the mercy of Kyoto, unpredictable. If anything happens, we will never meet again.

4. Ancient Poems about Pigeons 1 "Wild Pigeon" In the Song Dynasty, Mei came alone to have a wild pigeon and a peaceful pigeon.

Hungry, put me in the south room. If I can't see you, what can I do at night?

Once a day, go out in droves and wander around in vain. I have wild pigeons with big eyes, like pigeons in spring.

Hungry people want to get food and build the south house of our country. I can't see what I see, so I will ask for something at night.

One day, I accidentally got out of the group and turned around in the air to entertain myself. 2, "Dove" In the Tang Dynasty, Xu Yin fluttered and flew, and according to people, he went to Dabang.

Pink feather habitat painting pavilion, snow shadow blowing Joan window. Herons are companions, pigeons are a pair.

Seagulls didn't come back, but I remember Qingjiang River. Raise your wings and fly in the sky, shining people into big countries.

Pink feather habitat painting pavilion, snow blowing Joan window shadow. Heron as companion, turtledove as right.

The gull did not return, and I saw that you remembered the Qingjiang River. 3, "Listen to the pigeon bell" Zhuhaomen Lane in the Song Dynasty has long been surging, and there is no cage for heavy guests.

The pigeon bell in the sky disturbed the pillow in the afternoon and the children listened by mistake. Peng Haomen Lane has been busy for a long time, and there is no cage for heavy passengers.

The pigeon bell wakes up for a nap, and the children get up by mistake. 4, "Ridiculous Pigeons" In the Song Dynasty, Shaoxing Taixue Ten Thousand Pigeons flew around the Imperial City, and it took a lot of effort to recover.

How to raise geese on the edge of clouds? The desert can spread out two holy books. Pigeons fly around Kyoto, and it takes a lot of effort for the court to be stupid.

How to cultivate the geese who take the cloud, there are two holy books in the desert. 5, "Pigeon Valley" In the Ming Dynasty, the pigeon valley was cultivated, and the pigeons flew.

The scholar talked vividly about the war machine, and he was surrounded by shame. Surrounded by thousands of troops, the war is not over yet, and its strength is gradually exhausted.

Hu Er immediately envied the broadsword and pointed to the south to ridicule. Quails and pigeons are flying in the valley.

Scholars talk about the art of war, a feeling of being surrounded by thousands of defeats. Surrounded by thousands of layers, the fighting continued, the strength gradually dried up, and the drums were silent.

Lang immediately envied the broadsword and pointed his hand to the south.

5. Poems about pigeons miss a wandering pigeon.

Type: Liu Poetry

A brown pigeon.

On a stormy night

Stay on my balcony.

Into my unexpected and surprised eyes

I don't know where it came from

I wonder where it will fly.

Its messy wings and trembling posture

People breed endless sadness and pity.

I saw it in its absent eyes.

Understand pain, helplessness and desolation

I kindly put in water and white rice.

It's cautious, and then it wolfs down.

This is a wandering pigeon.

I helped him loosen the rope on his leg.

Build a warm and safe nest, but I still don't know.

Did you lose your way in escaping from your previous life or chasing your dreams?

This wandering pigeon

On the seventh day of my careful feeding

Leave without saying goodbye, I know

It will continue to wander.

I began to spend every lonely night.

Miss the wandering pigeons

I don't know where I am.

Can it find enough food?

pigeon

The first person to cover the morning bell

This is the lap dance last night.

The death of spring

Stopped all the crying of life

This is the morning of April.

While I was still tidying up

Last night's dream

The clear cry of pigeons

Polish my heavy eyes

Flap your slender wings.

Raise the brilliant sun

When pigeons bend over and fly.

Light pours into the cup of heaven and earth.

From the cooing sound

Get out of the flying posture

Through the lost sky

All the secrets

Riding on the back of a pigeon.

Blow a hot wind

The wind always walks with a girl's pretty posture.

Build all the strong walls

Collapse in a smile

A vague moment

Be remembered by pigeons

In the wind and rain

The first group of people to stand up

Try to fly.

Expand dreams and other things

But the wind passes through my body.

Take away the sound of fracture

Ci and Fu in Qin and Han Dynasties

Tangsongyun

It's all in the song of brothel.

Thin.

Always keep an attitude.

Pigeons standing and walking

On McDonnell Douglas.

Stay alone in the pastoral sunset

Pigeons pierce white clouds.

It will penetrate everything.

depressed

The long flower of the previous dynasty was blood

The willows beside the farewell road are still thin.

insufferable

For thousands of years, a nation has been chasing after it.

Tragic journey

Walk into my blood

It became an instinctive scream in my body cavity.

From then on, I can watch pigeons.

All the space

Full of this mysterious appearance.

I admire the shape of pigeons.

Instead of praising eagles and others

In the pigeon's blood

I haven't seen anything.

The most beautiful flight

Shocking.

Feiyue Huayu

Also dancing in the graveyard

Take the heart of the ancient road and thin horse

Chew wormwood gently.

Overflowing westerly wind

When livelihoods are neglected

The integrity of pigeons

Ignore ancient times

The human mood in the storm

Seek asylum step by step.

Praise time

Is the wheat that grows in the ground.

Raise your cold eyes

You can harvest it.

The secular custom of crop after crop.

The years from forest to forest

This is not a song.

Pigeons always squint.

Look at this frowny spring.

Yearning for feeding pigeons.

As if in a poem

The beauty of completing the whole process

When I applaud such a move,

The snapping sound can't fly out.

The shape of a pigeon

The eyes of that dusty woman

Always die in the smoke of the world

Let me wait a moment.

The tranquility of the pigeon side wall

The smell of wisteria outside the window

Wake up the shepherd's god

Raise the whip home too early

A series of oblique sunlight

Pull into the pigeon's body

Begging for blood and painting red night clouds

And the wings of pigeons

Soak in the dusk

Darken the window.

Let my mood

Melancholy

Incomplete combustion

6. What are the ancient poems about pigeons? 1, circling around my white dove, like a parrot bird.

Wang Anshi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said it when I was rich. The white dove circled around me like a parrot.

Appreciation: When you go home with money, you are greeted by smiling faces, hovering around you like pigeons and whispering in your ears like parrots. Pigeons have always been regarded as birds who love the poor and the rich, while parrots are regarded as eloquent and pleasing images.

Therefore, poets use "pigeons" and "parrots" to describe greedy people. 2, feel the pigeons outside the cloud, flying in groups.

From the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's 130 Poems of Youwu Town Temple. Thanks to the white pigeons flying in groups above the white clouds.

Appreciation: myths and legends such as the dragon listening method of painting the dragon hall and the pigeon cooperation of the monk who wrote the scriptures are vivid and vivid. The pen and ink are meticulous and light, and the arrangement is very appropriate.

3. The dove flies for a while, and the Zen room drinks fragrant tea. Written by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

When the pigeons took off, the sun was already setting, and the monks in the meditation room were quietly drinking fragrant tea. 4, there are wild pigeons alone, Xiao Chunge.

Said by: Wild Pigeon by Mei in Song Dynasty. When I came, I saw wild pigeons with eyes and mouths like spring pigeons.

5, green pigeons try wind chimes, and young warblers make their tongues cold and thin in spring. Said by Zhang Xian in Song Dynasty, "Man Jiang Hong Piao Han Mei".

On sunny days, the breeze blows gently, pigeons fly freely, and newborn orioles crow, as if to tell people that spring is cold again. Appreciation: people are more vivid with peaches and willows, and here they are also compared with delicate birds.

At this point, the love for words reached a climax. However, the author suddenly turned out the tragic ending of love at the closing ceremony, and the love of words fell from high tide to low tide, forming a sad ending.

7. What are the ancient poems about pigeons? 1, circling around my white dove, like a parrot bird.

Wang Anshi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said it when I was rich.

The white dove circled around me like a parrot.

Appreciation: When you go home with money, you are greeted by smiling faces, hovering around you like pigeons and whispering in your ears like parrots. Pigeons have always been regarded as birds who love the poor and the rich, while parrots are regarded as eloquent and pleasing images. Therefore, poets use "pigeons" and "parrots" to describe greedy people.

2, feel the pigeons outside the cloud, flying in groups.

From the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's 130 Poems of Youwu Town Temple.

Thanks to the white pigeons flying in groups above the white clouds.

Appreciation: myths and legends such as the dragon listening method of painting the dragon hall and the pigeon cooperation of the monk who wrote the scriptures are vivid and vivid. The pen and ink are meticulous and light, and the arrangement is very appropriate.

3. The dove flies for a while, and the Zen room drinks fragrant tea.

Written by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

When the pigeons took off, the sun was almost setting, and the monks in the meditation room were quietly drinking fragrant tea.

4, there are wild pigeons alone, Xiao Chunge.

Said by: Wild Pigeon by Mei in Song Dynasty.

When I came, I saw wild pigeons with eyes and mouths like spring pigeons.

5, green pigeons try wind chimes, and young warblers make their tongues cold and thin in spring.

Said by Zhang Xian in Song Dynasty, "Man Jiang Hong Piao Han Mei".

On sunny days, the breeze blows gently, pigeons fly freely, and newborn orioles crow, as if to tell people that spring is cold again.

Appreciation: people are more vivid with peaches and willows, and here they are also compared with delicate birds. At this point, the love for words reached a climax. However, the author suddenly turned out the tragic ending of love at the closing ceremony, and the love of words fell from high tide to low tide, forming a sad ending.

8. Poems praising "Pigeon" What are the poems praising "Pigeon"? 1. "Two Poems of Yan" Second Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Pi is prone to difficulties and mountains and rivers grow.

Yu Taojun didn't dare to speak, and sent the cloud back. Tears and tears ruin the face, and no one can worry without sighing.

Show poems and sing songs to praise yourself, and joy will bring sorrow and destroy the lungs and liver. I couldn't sleep with my pillow, so I put on my clothes and went outside.

Looking up at the stars and the moon clouds, the pigeons take off in the morning and sing pitifully. You can't accompany me. 2. The Cave of the Sacred Monks in Tiyanzhou in Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi has boundless determination, and I don't know which generation of Zen monks he is.

Silently, the mountain gate closes the moon at night and the stone wall shines by day. Four-year-old tree, with leaves of scripture and long live stone hanging on crutches and vines.

I used to give my life to save pigeons, but now I have a flying eagle. 3. "Guilin sent Gongsun to Shu" Tang Dynasty: Guilin was light green and the stone was half exposed.

Will take a boat and temporarily stop in Kong Fei Tin. Different from Shu township, Peng Hu is higher than Zhu Ji.

Grace is hard to find, and clouds leave marks. Old households idle flowers and plants, and tame pigeons by the eaves.

Wave * * * and forget, the sun sets in Qian Shan. 4. Searching for the Remains of Jinliang Temple in Tang Dynasty: Qianqi Zen Forest has never passed by and is burning incense.

Pigeons don't guess falcons, but clouds can protect frost. The sound is separated from the dark bamboo, and the official business is scattered in the empty corridor.

On lonely days, herons and foxes avoid chartering. Spring scenery around the steps, grass bend and other Jun Fang.

5. In the Tang Dynasty, Guan Xiuzhong met Cangzhou, and the clouds were idle. Although it sounds like rain at night, it tastes worse than autumn.

Pigeons hide in ancient houses, and turbulence gathers in deserted gardens. Inorganic heart is, why use words.

9. This poem about pigeons first covers the morning bell.

This is the lap dance last night.

The death of spring

Stopped all the crying of life

This is the morning of April.

While I was still tidying up

Last night's dream

The clear cry of pigeons

Polish my heavy eyes

Flap your slender wings.

Raise the brilliant sun

When pigeons bend over and fly.

Light pours into the cup of heaven and earth.

From the cooing sound

Get out of the flying posture

Through the lost sky

All the secrets

Riding on the back of a pigeon.

Blow a hot wind

The wind always walks with a girl's pretty posture.

Build all the strong walls

Collapse in a smile

A vague moment

Be remembered by pigeons

In the wind and rain

The first group of people to stand up

Try to fly.

Expand dreams and other things

But the wind passes through my body.

Take away the sound of fracture

Ci and Fu in Qin and Han Dynasties

Tangsongyun

It's all in the song of brothel.

Thin.

Always keep an attitude.

Pigeons standing and walking

On McDonnell Douglas.

Stay alone in the pastoral sunset

Pigeons pierce white clouds.

It will penetrate everything.

depressed

The long flower of the previous dynasty was blood

The willows beside the farewell road are still thin.

insufferable

For thousands of years, a nation has been chasing after it.

Tragic journey

Walk into my blood

It became an instinctive scream in my body cavity.

From then on, I can watch pigeons.

All the space

Full of this mysterious appearance.

I admire the shape of pigeons.

Instead of praising eagles and others

In the pigeon's blood

I haven't seen anything.

The most beautiful flight

Shocking.

Feiyue Huayu

Also dancing in the graveyard

Take the heart of the ancient road and thin horse

Chew wormwood gently.

Overflowing westerly wind

When livelihoods are neglected

The integrity of pigeons

Ignore ancient times

The human mood in the storm

Seek asylum step by step.

Praise time

Is the wheat that grows in the ground.

Raise your cold eyes

You can harvest it.

The secular custom of crop after crop.

The years from forest to forest

This is not a song.

Pigeons always squint.

Look at this frowny spring.

Yearning for feeding pigeons.

As if in a poem

The beauty of completing the whole process

When I applaud such a move,

The snapping sound can't fly out.

The shape of a pigeon

The eyes of that dusty woman

Always die in the smoke of the world

Let me wait a moment.

The tranquility of the pigeon side wall

The smell of wisteria outside the window

Wake up the shepherd's god

Raise the whip home too early

A series of oblique sunlight

Pull into the pigeon's body

Begging for blood and painting red night clouds

And the wings of pigeons

Soak in the dusk

Darken the window.

Let my mood

Melancholy

Incomplete combustion