Poems of Woods and Birds

A poem about birds chirping in the forest 1. An ancient poem about birds chirping.

Du Fu's two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets with green sky light, Xiling Qian Qiu Xuemen berthing Wu Dong Wan Li ship goose bent neck Xiang Tiange white hair floating green water red palm dialing clear waves Xijiang moonlight night line Huangsha Road Xin Qiji bright moon not surprised magpies, breeze chirping cicadas in the middle of the night.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. Qiantang Lake spring tour Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level was low at the beginning.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Birds fly out of Tianshan Mountain, and there are no footprints for thousands of miles. "

Poems about Birds Chen Bo's Flying is part of the danger of life. Look at the road, grow wings and jump into the milk washing. Sometimes we can't blame the birds for leaving. This little body is really destroyed at the touch of a button. Moreover, there are not many days when the weather is fine in the sky. Birds walk in the trace of fire when their wings fall off, which makes the cold air admit the temperature of their bodies. More often, the bird is the tip of an arrow, which makes the lonely sky know the sharpness of meat and the pain of penetration. Every bird is a failed hero, and its small body dies as soon as it flies. The sky proves the love of the wind and clouds for the media. At first, two birds stopped in the air and their lips collided from time to time, which went beyond the meaning of kissing. Their happiness is to constantly lift each other's hot bodies so that their thirsty lives will not collapse in selfless love. Away from the wings of flowers, is to let each other claim happiness in the flesh and blood fragrance of open petals. One bird grabs another bird's scalp and makes love know the pain and sobs when it is dizzy. A flock of birds flew past cheering. Sometimes we call that sound birdsong. We sit under it and listen to the melody it brings back from the friction of clouds. We were intoxicated and even had a long song of lust. People who cry can sit directly in the sound of birds with bird-like vocal cords, keeping a high degree of consistency with the sound of birds. He understands that kind of beautiful and desperate sadness. This is the sacrifice of life. It's like being buried in the chest of a whole bird. This is like a killing. The body only prepares for strong winds. Because weak birds never leave the mountains and rivers, an old bird's wings collapsed. This bird is too small. I can't see blood, I can't see scars, and I can't hear whining. It stood there quietly, watching other birds carrying their own lives in the clouds. A strong wind is blowing. The old bird was pushed off the branch, and a pile of fallen feathers came to choose the last free dust. Who let Liu Bang's words catch the wind among birds? "Death" tries to approach the blue days, and birds' lives can't stay away from the darkness. Therefore, it is soul-stirring nonsense in the dream, and it is a powerful story of human bird hunting. They swear that they can be broken and sacrificed, but they can't die when people leave. Sometimes we see a bird flying, and the bird has begun to say goodbye. They died at an unknown time and place. As a mockery, they threw their bodies into the darkness and let the sky-blue thoughts hide in the wind and fly. Clouds let children and grandchildren see through the essentials of flying. Birds can't fly You left it on my balcony. I look at you. You look at me too. Nobody said anything to see what the other side should do. What can we do? You said the cold north stretches behind you in the morning. What's the matter with you? You didn't return it all night because you were afraid of traffic jams. You get up early and go to work. Can your broken eyes be complete when crossing the city? I stood on my balcony and continued to fly, but I still couldn't fly. I guess your life when I have nothing to do. Crow, smoking a cigarette is my happiness. Simply light a cigarette and burn it in the crow's eyes. Smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment, although the sunset stole my lover's dress and the night stole my eyes.

The harp is left, but the wind has no fingers. When the cigarette is finished, the happiness ends the lost time, and the falling ash falls happily. Inging and Woodpecker (Fable Poem) The pests and diseases in the forests of Kong Fei are getting more and more serious. The sick tree got sick in the wind, and the woodpecker flew and shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming-"What a loving voice! What a wonderful singing voice! Only the children of Ingrid can have such a beautiful singing voice. This young woodpecker made the doctor's father not see her as a medical family for the first time, but forgot to bring a scalpel. The disease spreads in the epidermis of diseased trees, but there is no cure. The voice of love in her ear is still "I am coming, I am coming." The voice is no longer good, and it gradually becomes hoarse. Ingrid gave him a good voice, but he ruined it. What's the use of such a woodpecker? If you want to listen to singing, you can listen to Ingrid's songs. Ingrid's mothers nurtured the woodpecker's children, and the woodpecker's children learned the art of pecking insects from their father. Ingrid paid the price. Before their children were born, they were replaced by the parents of woodpeckers, and beautiful songs were born in the forest. These beautiful woodpeckers saved the woodpeckers in the forest "DuDu". Did you hear the bloody cry of songbirds? There is no shortage of fakes in the world, and there are also many unknown heroes in the world. They trained the descendants of rebellious heroes wholeheartedly. A trace of poetry, spring bird, spring bird? Love sings in the green Woods.

Your singing has the rhythm of spring. ? Your song praises the warmth of the sun.

Your song? The hope of new life on earth. Birds in spring, only you can sing spring songs.

Is your song awake? This gloomy hibernating forest and hibernating soil ... birds in spring? I like listening to your songs. I would like to be a spring bird, flying in the sunny and green forest without dawn with your song.

Crow 1: I don't care if I'm so gray and black all the year round. Even rural teachers are glib these days, but they are not stupid. They just refuse to join in the fun and say some euphemistic auspicious words. I just want to be a poet of conscience. I always cry and curse crow 2: I am so gray and black all the year round, and I don't care. These days, even rural teachers are glamorous poets pretending to be conscience.

2. The poem that sets off the depths of the jungle with birdsong is

Wang Wei's "Birds in the Stream" "Birds are surprised when the moon comes out, and birds are singing in the stream in spring."

Birdsong stream

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

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People's activities are very few, only osmanthus flowers fall silently, and the valley in silent spring is silent and empty at night.

The bright moon rose and shone brightly, which alarmed the birds living in the mountains. From time to time, they flew high and sang in the spring stream.

Wang Wei likes to create a peaceful artistic conception in his landscape poems, and so does this poem. But the poem is about flowers falling, the moon rising and birds singing. These moving scenery not only make the poem look full of vitality, but also show the tranquility of the spring through movement. On the contrary, dynamic scene can achieve static effect, because the two sides of contradiction are always interdependent. Under certain conditions, movement can occur or be noticed, which is based on silence. "Tonamiyama is more secluded" contains artistic dialectics.

3. What are the poems describing the forest?

The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold. _ _ _ _ Zhinan's quatrains

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. _ _ _ _ Lu You's hairpin chicken red crisp hand

I refused to marry Feng Chun, but I was misunderstood by the autumn wind for no reason. _ _ _ _ He Zhu's heart is bitter, and the willow returns to the pond

Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's Spring Scene in Hua Lian.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing! _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Poems by Wang Zhihuan, Part One.

Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage. _ _ _ _ Wei Zhuang's Taicheng

Recalling the original exploration, the wind in Yang Liuyi was blowing in the wind; Now back on the road, snowflakes are flying everywhere. _ _ _ _ Anonymous "Pick the EU"

People say that blowing like this and calling like this will make people and young people handsome. _ _ _ _ Qin Guan's Spring Dream

A gust of wind blew catkins, which made the shop more fragrant. A girl from Wu poured wine and advised me to drink it. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's departure in a hotel in Nanjing

The city walls are thin willows, and the roads are lush. _ _ _ _ Zhang's "Thinking of Spring Ladies"

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. _ _ _ _ Gaoding Country House

Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. _ _ _ _ He's Willow Poems

In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden. _ _ _ _ Han Yi's Cold Food/Cold Food Festival is a Thing'

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. _ _ _ _ Han Yu's "Early Spring is a member of the Ministry of Water Affairs/Early Spring Rain/Early Spring"

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Cheng Wei Qu/Send Yuan Er Shi Anxi

The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. _ _ _ _ Two Shen Yuan Poems by Lu You

The catkins are light and the pears are sunny. _ _ _ _ Xie Yi's "Tread on the sand, catkins are light"

Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky. _ _ _ _ Han Yu's Late Spring

The willow shade is raining, and the residual flowers fall to see the warbler. _ _ _ _ Wu's Spring

Yangtze River Yangtze River Chun Lv, Xiaoyao De is dancing around the river to kill people. _ _ _ _ Zheng Gu's Farewell to Friends in Huaishang

On crutches, on crutches, standing on the Zhou Fang, I only watched catkins flying wildly in the wind like crazy, chasing the flowing peach blossoms lightly. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Nine Songs and Five Songs

Zhang Taiyan, Zhang Taiyan, was the past green? _ _ _ _ Han Yi's Poems by Zhang Tailiu and Liu Jishi

4. Poetry describing the Woods

The Woods are overcast, singing and singing, tourists go and birds are happy.

-"Drunken Pavilion" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu has a gathering of nobles and beautiful scenery. Where is the moment of beauty, the frost touches the skirt.

The cold wind shook the hills, and mysterious clouds held up shadows. -"Eighty-two Love Poems" Wei and Jin Dynasties: Ruan Jifei occupied Jia Shulin, and a hundred birds did not dispute fate.

-"Twenty Birds" (Geng Yin) Tang Dynasty: Yuan Zhen urged him to get sick in the fourth period. It's hard to protect the dead devil from the future.

Fighting is like holding a Buddha's name in a daze. The west is very good.

Waterbirds in the Woods are called three treasures. -"The Fisherman's Pride" Song Dynasty: It is better to live in its wild forest than to drink its water.

You don't have to sit on the beam to see the princes. -"Dedicating the Beginning to Prosper the Masses" (when worshiping power, picking up the remains) Tang: Wang Cheng young fruit, splendid birds.

Without dreams, lovesickness is empty. -"Send Su Shao to Lingnan" Tang Dynasty: Zhang Hu turtles were in the south, Burma, Hunan, Sichuan and Yin.

Swimming on lotus leaves and spending time in Shi Jia forest. -"Five Poems in Answer to Wei" Tang Dynasty: Small is unique in this beautiful forest.

If you are absent from work, you will be unhappy. -"Sheng Yuan, a poet in immigrant society, and his son Farang influenced all temples and Cao Cao." In the Tang Dynasty, Wei lived in an amphibious forest far away.

No matter how young you are, you also have a detached heart. -"Jing She Answer Zhao Waisheng Heng" Tang Dynasty: Village Road, Wei, Qianfeng Oak Forest.

Frost thick bamboo branches, deep flowers at the end of the year. -"Climb to Wangyou Road in Chuzhou City, and the bamboo forests in Shilishan Village set each other off." Tang Dynasty: Li Jiayou.