Poetry describing the singing of birds

Poetry about birds singing 1 Ancient poems praising birds

Draw a poem of a bird (1) without the word "bird", hovering on the butterfly, dancing from time to time, and the charming warbler just crows.

-Tang Du Fu's "Looking for Riverside Fragrance Alone" When will Shuang Yan return, and the peach blossoms on the shore will be dipped in water. -Vae Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake" was born on the shore of the secluded grass, and there were orioles singing in the trees.

-Tang Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi Going to Chuzhou" Flower Sea Mangroves, Pinghu grass grows and flies. -Vae Yuan Jie's "On the Lake" In March, the residual flowers were more open and the eaves were swallowed day by day.

-Song Wangling's "Sending Spring" flies around, flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Tang Du Fu's "A Night Out" has no choice but to spend it. It seems that Yan is back.

-Yan Songshu's "Huanxisha" counts early warblers vying for warm trees, and young swallows pecking at spring mud. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight.

-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon, Yangyang, Half Way, Holy Cockcrow in Space". -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

-Tang Du Fu's "Four quatrains" The eagle eye is dry and the snow is light. -Wang Tangwei's "Hunting" The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

-Don Baijuyi Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. -Zhang Song He Zhi's "Fishing Songs" drove the chickens from the tree, and I heard Chai Jing.

-Tang Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village (I)" I am like a lonely goose moaning at my own shadow, and its words are scattered in tents for nine autumn. -Tang Baijuyi's "Looking at the Moon" is a dead vine and an old tree is faint.

-Ma Yuan Zhiyuan Qiu Si Floating Storks Can Be Tenants of Our World? ? -Don Liu Changqing's "Host" is independent. The spring rain is fine, and the white chickens fly to the branches to crow. -Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi (2) Poetry with the word "bird" surprises the birds on the moon and sounds in Chunxi.

-Wei's "Birds in the Stream" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths.

-Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" Birds inhabit the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door. -Tang Jiadao's "Li Ningju Youchu" Humayi is in the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest.

-"Nineteen Ancient Poems" Walking and walking again, the bird flies with its back to its hometown, and the fox will die first. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Mourning for the Past" The cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded.

—— Wang Tangji, entering Ruoyexi, the petals are already like tears, and the lonely bird has already mourned. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Watch" Jiang, the six dynasties are like a dream and birds talk empty.

-Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" grass falls without flowers, and birds sing all the way to Chunshan. -Li Hua's Improvisation of Spring, where birds are alive and mountains are bright, and people's hearts are quiet.

-Tang Changjian's Zen forest after breaking the mountain temple? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" may be sorrowful for a fallen flower, or Yun Lan envies a brisk bird.

-Tang Cen Can's "Zuo Ge Secretariat of Du Fu's Imperial edict", with beautiful weather and flowers. -Don Du Xunhe's "Hating the Spring Palace" = = = The scenery of the first and fourth seasons 1, painting spring (1) Why do you blame the willows when the spring breeze is strong? Don Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" is one year old, and the spring breeze warms Tu Su —— The spring breeze of January Day written by Wang Song Anshi, since I dare not know you, why should I divide the silk curtain in front of my bed? ? Wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high —— Spring Thoughts by Tang Li Bai —— Farewell to the Original Grass by Tang Bai Juyi. When will the bright moon shine on me in Jiang Nanan —— It is easy to distinguish the east wind by boating in Guazhou, Anshi, and it is always spring —— Wet apricot flowers rain in spring, blowing noodles.

-The poem of Zhi 'an, a monk in the Southern Tang Dynasty (2) Spring rain, spring rain, broken bridge, people don't cross, boats support the shade-Fu's "Spring Tour of the Lake" knows that it is a good season for rain, when spring happens. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

-Tang Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" building listens to the spring rain all night, and sells apricot flowers in deep alleys. -Song Luyou's "Lin 'an Spring Rain" Spring tides bring rain late and urgent, and there is no boat to cross the wild.

Tang Wei Wu Ying's Xixi Going to Chuzhou (3) Spring scenery bothers me, I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing. In the Song Dynasty, Wang Anshi's Spring Night couldn't be caged, and an almond went out of the wall. The Silk River with beautiful spring is floating between heaven and earth, like a cloud of jade peak. In the garden that Ye Shaoweng is worth visiting in ancient and modern times, Tang Du Fu climbed the building, and bees and butterflies climbed over the wall one after another, but spring scenery was next door. The king of the Tang Dynasty urges the spring to be beautiful, and the spring water asks you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward-Li Yu in the southern Tang Dynasty is young and beautiful, although the spring scenery is broken, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is green again in spring-Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope, Spring Things, Plum Spring Come, Red South Branch"-Wei's "Acacia", silkworms in spring will keep spinning until they die, and candles will be lit every night. There is a special way to cook brown rice fresh-Tang Du Fu's Give Eight to Wei (⑦) Other poems with the word "spring" have less late frost, and the grass and trees know that spring comes to the world-Wei's "beginning of spring Encounter" but how many feelings the inch of grass has won-Jiao Youzi, but I still had these friends for a while, which encouraged me to survive the end of spring-Tang Li Bai's "Drinking the bright moon alone"

—— Introduction to Autumn Wind by Tang Yuxi, autumn wind blows my heart and goes to Yutong forever and ever. Midnight by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty Autumn wind in Qiu Ge blows Wei River and leaves fall all over Chang 'an.

-Tang Jiadao's Poems on Wu Chu in Jiang Yi: Autumn winds start in Bai Yunfei, plants turn yellow, and geese return to the south. —— Liu Han Che "Autumn Wind" The cold wind destroys trees and first frost is harsh.

-Han Yuefu old saying "Ancient Poetry is Jiao Zhongqing's Wife" When the west wind blows the leaves, people are sparse. -Song Xin Qiqi's "Zhao Jun Complaint" is very neglected in autumn, half reed and half flower.

-Geng "Jiangcun is a thing" Although the mountain is black, I will not change, and autumn clouds will pile up the sky. -Tang Li Bai's "Listening to the King Playing the Pipa from the Monk of Shu" Luoyang City sees the autumn wind and wants to write about him.

-Zhang Tang's "Qiu Si", an old vine, a faint crow, a small bridge and a flowing family, an ancient road and a thin horse. -Ma Yuan Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si" Second, flowers, birds, insects, fish 1, painting flowers (1) The poem does not have the word "flower" to ask the shutter, and Haitang remains the same.

Do you know it should be green, fat and thin? Song Liqing's "Like a Dream" is a little more green and red, but it may not have a little more touching spring scenery-Wang Song Anshi's "Singing Pomegranate Flowers" would rather hold a branch and die than blow into the north wind. -Zheng Song Xiao Si's "Cold Chrysanthemum" opened a branch in Qiancun, Zita Law last night.

-Tang Qiji's "Early Plum" should not be praised.

2. Praise the ancient poems of birds

Du Fu's two orioles singing green willows and a line of egrets on the blue sky window contain Xiling Qian Qiu Snow Gate berthing Wu Dong Wan Li Ship Goose Bending Neck Xiang Tiange White Hair Floating Green Water Anthurium Dialing Clear Wave Xijiang Moonlight Night Travel Huangsha Road Xin Qiji Mingyue Surprise Magpie, Midnight Breeze Haw Chan.

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. And there are not many days when the weather is good at high altitude. 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, letting the lonely sky know the sharpness of meat and the pain of puncture. Every bird is a failed hero. As soon as it flies, it will destroy love. The sky witnessed that when two birds stopped in the air, beyond the meaning of kissing, they collided with each other's lips from time to time, and love began in the air. Their happiness is to constantly lift each other's hot bodies, so that thirsty lives will not collapse in selfless love and stay away from the swaying wings of flowers. It is the open petals that make each other declare happiness in the fragrance of flesh and blood. When the sun is shining in the forest, one bird grabs another bird's scalp and makes love as much as possible. I didn't know the pain until I fainted, but I woke up. Cry. When the hail passed, a flock of birds fell from the branches and trembled at the thought of birds' lives. Sometimes we call this sound birdsong. We sat under it and listened to the melody it recovered 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, and their ears are highly consistent with the sound of birds. He understands beauty and despair. Sorrow is the sacrifice of life. It's like a funeral starting with the whole bird's chest. Injured, delicate body only prepares for strong wind. Because the weak bird never leaves the mountains and rivers, the old bird's wings collapse. I can't see the blood, and I can't hear its scars. It stood quietly on the indifferent branch, watching other birds carrying their lives in the clouds. The prominent old bird was pushed off the branch and flew falsely, causing it to drop dust, and a pile of fallen feathers vacated to choose the last free dust. Only a crying pupil was seen in the dust, and the wind blew. Who made Liu Bang's words roar at the bird? "Death" tried his best to get close to the blue sky, and the bird's life could not be far away from the darkness, so he made a thrilling babble in his dream. This is a story about powerful human bird hunting. They swear that they can be broken and sacrificed, but they will not die on the road. Sometimes we see a bird flying and it disappears. They have already begun to say goodbye. They died at an unknown time and place. As a mockery, they threw their bodies into the darkness and made the sky. Blue thoughts dive into the wind, into the flying clouds, and let future generations see through the essentials of flying. Can birds fly or not? You left it on my balcony. I look at you, you look at me. Nobody said anything, let's see what we should do. What do you say about the lonely guy behind you on a cold northern 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 for work and go through the broken eyes of the city. Is it finished? You stand on my balcony, you can't fly any more. I guess your life idly and affectedly. Crow, smoking a cigarette is my pleasure at the moment. This poem is dedicated to my friend Wu Ya. You can't forget the crow's feathers any more than you can forget the night. 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 pleasant and 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 was paid by the woodpecker's parents before their children were born. Exchange, let beautiful songs be born in death. This forest is so beautiful. Woodpeckers saved the woodpecker's sound in the forest. 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 with all their hearts and minds. A touch of poetry. Birds in spring, birds in spring, like to sing in the green forest.

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

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

Your song wakes up, this gloomy hibernating forest and hibernating soil ... Spring birds, I like your song. I would like to be a spring bird, flying in the sunny and green forest without dawn with your song.

Crow 1: It's dark and gray all year round, and I didn't notice it. Even rural teachers are full of glib words these days. In fact, they were not stupid, but refused to join in the fun and said some euphemistic auspicious words. They just want to be a poet with a conscience.