Poems about birds in the snow

1. Poems about snow and birds

Jiang Xue_Liu Zongyuan

Thousands of mountains and birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

A collection of beautiful ancient poems

1. The still water flows deep, and the music is played in the vicissitudes of life; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of sorrows and joys.

2. There are hundreds of beauties in the world, but you are the only one I love.

3. Life can be full of joy and death without regrets.

4. Build up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness.

5. The river is lonely, with dark green on both sides, and your figure is standing everywhere.

6. The aura of melancholy and clear distance is a distant and untouchable sadness, like a faint cloud and a lonely moon, which can only look into the distance of the sky.

7. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.

8. All kinds of stories are nothing more than love hurts; when people pass by the water, the bright moon is like frost.

9. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for a lifetime.

10. I am young and my time is wasted.

11. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back.

12. The short pavilion is short and the world is shattered. I sigh again.

13. Who finally broke the string, made the flowers fall on the shoulders, and became confused 2. British poet Shelley's famous poem describing the bird in the snow

To the Skylark

(English) Shelley - Translated by Jiang Feng

Hello, happy elf!

You never seem to be a bird,

From heaven or the neighborhood of heaven,

With hearty music,

Without any polish The art of expressing your heartfelt feelings.

Up, then fly high,

You jump up from the ground,

Like a blazing blue cloud,

Passing through the blue heart of the sky,

Forever singing and flying, flying and singing.

The sun below the horizon,

emits golden electric light,

the clouds are steaming in the clear sky,

you are bathed in bright light Flying,

The joy that seems to have no form begins its rapid journey.

The faint purple dusk,

melts around your voyage,

like a star in the day sky,

Although , I can’t see the form,

But I can hear your strong and joyful voice clearly -

That sharp and bright music,

Like the sharpness of silver starlight The sword,

its strong light,

gradually dimmed in the morning light,

until it was difficult to distinguish, but it could be felt that it was in space.

The whole earth and atmosphere,

your melodious singing voice resounds,

as if in the desolate night,

from a solitary cloud Behind the scenes,

the bright moon shines out, filling the universe with its clear brilliance.

We don’t know what you are

What is most similar to you?

From the neon-like clouds,

It is difficult to drop such beautiful rain,

It can be compared with the sweet rain of music that falls with your appearance.

Like a poet,

Hidden in the brightness of thought.

Reciting impromptu poetic rhymes,

until the sympathy of the whole world,

was awakened by hopes and worries that had not been noticed.

Like a noble girl,

Living on the balcony of the deep palace,

In the lonely and unspeakable moment,

Distracting The feelings that are painful for love,

The songs as sweet as love overflow beyond the boudoir.

Like a golden firefly,

In the dewy mountains and deep valleys,

does not show its whereabouts,

The crystal clear light spreads among the flowers and grass that block our sight.

Like a rose shaded by her own green leaves

Suffers the ravages of the hot wind,

Until its Fragrant and fragrant

It intoxicates the reckless snitch with its overly strong sweetness.

The sparkling grass,

The sound of spring rain falling,

The flower buds awakening after the rain,

worthy of the title Bright, joyful,

Nothing fresh can compare to your music.

Birds or elves,

What sweet thoughts are in your heart?

I have never heard,

a hymn of love or wine,

such a divine stream of bliss.

Whether it is a chorus in praise of marriage,

Whether it is a song of triumph,

Compared with your music,

But It is empty exaggeration,

People can detect that there is always poverty in it.

What kind of object or event

is the source of your joyful song?

Fields, waves or mountains?

The form in the air and on land?

Is it love for the same kind, or insulation from pain?

With your clear and intense joy,

so that fatigue will never appear,

the shadow of trouble will never

get close to you By my side,

You love me, but you never know the sadness of being overly loving.

Whether you wake up or fall asleep,

your understanding of death must be deeper than

what we mortals dream of

Really, otherwise

How can the sound flow of your music flow like liquid crystal?

We look forward and backward, worrying about things that

do not exist,

Our most sincere smiles,

are also intertwined with something Troubled,

Our most beautiful music is the tune that best expresses grief.

However, even if we can abandon

hatred, arrogance and fear,

Even if we are not born with the ability to

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We don’t know how to get close to your happiness. < /p>

This is you who despise the dust, your artistic skills.

Teach me half of your heart

Must be the familiar joy,

The harmonious, burning passion

will flow out of me lips,

The whole world will be like me at this moment - listening. 3. British poet Shelley's famous poem describing the bird in the snow

To the Skylark (English) Shelley - Translated by Jiang Feng Hello, happy elf! It seems that you are never a bird, pouring out your heart from heaven or the vicinity of heaven with hearty music and uncarved art.

Fly upward, then fly higher. You jump up from the ground, like a blazing blue cloud, passing through the blue heart of the sky, forever singing and flying, flying and singing. The sun below the horizon emits golden electric light, and the clouds are steaming in the clear sky. You are flying in the bright light, as if the intangible joy has begun a rapid expedition.

The faint purple dusk melts around your voyage, like a star in the day sky. Although I cannot see the form, I can hear your strong and joyful voice clearly - that sharp and bright voice. The musical sound is like the sharp sword of silver starlight. Its strong light gradually dims in the morning light until it is difficult to distinguish, but it can be felt that it is in space.

The whole earth and atmosphere resound with your graceful singing voice, as if on a desolate night, from behind a solitary cloud, the bright moon shines out, filling the universe with its clear brilliance.

We don’t know who you are. What is most similar to you? From the neon-like clouds, it is difficult to drop such beautiful rain, which can be compared with the sweet rain of music that falls with your appearance. Like a poet, hidden in the brightness of thought.

Reciting impromptu verses, until the sympathy of the whole world is awakened by hopes and worries that have not been noticed. Like a noble girl, living on the balcony of a deep palace, in the lonely and unspeakable moments, she relieves the pain of love, and the songs as sweet as love overflow beyond the boudoir.

Like a golden firefly, it does not show its whereabouts in the dewy mountains and deep valleys, spreading its crystal light among the flowers and grass that block our sight. Like a rose shaded by her own green leaves, she is ravaged by the hot wind, until her fragrance intoxicates the reckless thief with an excess of sweetness.

The sparkling grass, the sound of spring rain falling, the flower buds awakening after the rain, everything that can be called bright, joyful, and fresh, cannot compare with your music. Birds or elves, what sweet thoughts are in your heart? I have never heard a hymn of love or wine burst out with such a divine stream of bliss.

Whether it is a chorus in praise of marriage or a song of triumph, compared with your music, it is nothing but empty exaggeration. People can detect that there is always poverty in it. What kind of objects or events are the source of your joyful songs? Fields, waves or mountains? Forms in the air and on land? Is it love for the same kind, or insulation from pain? With your clear and strong joy, fatigue will never appear, and the shadow of trouble will never be close to you. You love, but you never know the sadness of being overly loving.

Whether you wake up or fall asleep, your understanding of death must be more profound and real than what we mortals dream of. Otherwise, how can the flow of your music flow like liquid crystal? We look forward and backward, worrying about things that do not exist. Our most sincere smiles are also intertwined with some kind of distress. Our most beautiful music is the tune that can best express our sorrow. However, even if we can abandon hatred, arrogance and fear, even if we are not born to shed a tear, we don't know how to get close to your joy.

Sweeter and more beautiful than all the melodies of joy, richer and richer than all the treasures in books, this is your artistic skill, you who despise the dust. Teach me half of the joy your heart must know, and harmonious, blazing passions will flow from my lips, and the whole world will be like me now—listening. 4. Poems describing birds in winter

Jiang Xue

Liu Zongyuan, Tang Dynasty

Thousands of birds have disappeared, and thousands of people have disappeared.

A man in a boat with a coir raincoat fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

Plum blossoms

Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty

There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.

I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.

Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital

Cen Shen, Tang Dynasty

The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horn and bow cannot be controlled, and the guard's iron coat is cold and cold.

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.

Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.

I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.

You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, and there is only a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.

Traveling is Difficult · Part One

Li Bai, Tang Dynasty

A gold bottle of wine costs ten thousand dollars, and a jade plate contains ten thousand dollars of treasure.

Stopping the cup and throwing chopsticks, I can’t eat. I draw my sword and look around at a loss.

If you want to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice, you will have to climb the snow-covered mountains of Taihang.

I was fishing on the Bixi River when I was free, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming about the sun.

Traveling is difficult! Traveling is difficult! There are many different roads, where are you now?

There will be times when the wind blows and the waves break, and the cloud sails are hung directly to help the sea.

Quatrain·Two orioles singing the green willows

Du Fu, Tang Dynasty

Two orioles singing the green willows, and a row of egrets ascending to the blue sky.

The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.

Tianjingsha·Winter

Bai Pu Yuan Dynasty

The sound of drawing a corner and opening the door,

The new moon in Fengting Garden at dusk,

The waterfront in front of Snow Mountain.

A hut with a bamboo fence,

An isolated village with light smoke and decaying grass.

The Master of the Furong Mountain Staying in the Snow

Liu Changqing, Tang Dynasty

At dusk, the mountains are far away, the weather is cold and the white house is poor.

Chaimen hears dogs barking, and people return home on a snowy night.

Yanmen Prefecture

Li He Tang Dynasty

Dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun.

The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple.

The half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.

Report your favor on the golden platform, and guide the jade dragon to die for you.

Ask Liu Shijiu

Bai Juyi, Tang Dynasty

Green ants’ new fermented wine, small red clay stove.

It's snowing in the evening, so I can't drink a cup. 5. Ancient poems with the word bird in spring, summer and winter

Birds startle the mountains when the moon rises, and they sing in the spring streams.

——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Birdsong Stream" I sleep in spring without realizing the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere. ——Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Dawn" Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared.

——"Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. ——Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion" Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branch of the bird's nest.

——"Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing" from "Nineteen Ancient Poems" Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes must die on their first hill. ——Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow" The noisy cicada forest becomes quieter, and the bird singing mountain becomes more secluded.

——"Entering Ruoye Creek" written by Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty. The flowers splash with tears when feeling the time, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Spring Hope" The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds chirping in the sky.

——Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty, "Taicheng" The fragrant grass has no one and the flowers have fallen, and the birds are chirping all the way in the spring mountain. ——Li Hua's "Spring Journey Improvisation" The light of the mountains delights the birds, while the shadows of the pond empty the hearts of the people.

——Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple" There are clouds in the chest, and the returning birds enter the canthus. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Wang Yue" The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, and the blue clouds are envious of the flying birds.

——Tang Cen Shen's "Relics to Du Zuo Province" The wind is warm and the birds are singing, and the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy. ——Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty, "Resentment of the Spring Palace" 1. When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I hear the singing of birds everywhere.

(Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn") 2. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue") 3. All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone.

(Li Bai's "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain") 4. When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. (Wang Wei's "Birdsong Stream") 5. The flowers splash with tears when feeling the time, and the birds are frightened when they hate each other.

(Du Fu's "Spring Outlook") 6. The mountain air is getting better day and night, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming's "Drinking") 7. There are clouds in the chest, and birds are returning from the canthus.

(Du Fu's "Looking at the Mountains") 8. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, but the bluebird is diligent in visiting. (Li Shangyin's "Untitled") 9. The wind is strong, the sky is high, the ape is howling in mourning, and the white bird is flying back from the clear sand of Zhugistan.

(Du Fu's "Climbing High") 10. The light of the mountain is pleasing to the birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of the human heart. (Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Zen Temple Behind the Poshan Temple") 11. The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like birds singing in the sky.

(Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng") 12. The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon. (Jia Dao's "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion") 13. The noisy cicada forest is more quiet, and the bird singing mountain is even more secluded.

(Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Creek") 14. At dusk, the east wind sings and the birds complain, and the falling flowers are like people who have fallen from a building. (Du Mu's "Golden Valley Garden") 15. The birds are under the green Qin Garden at dusk, and the cicadas are chirping with yellow leaves in the autumn of Han Palace.

(Xu Hun's "Evening View from the West Tower of Xianyang City") 16. Hundreds of birds disperse and gather in the empty mountain, and the clouds thousands of miles away are cloudy and sunny. (Li Qi's "Listening to the sound of Dong Da playing the Hujia and sending messages to the house for help") 17. The green shadows and red clouds reflect the morning sun, and the birds cannot fly to Wu Tianchang.

(Li Bai's "Lu Shan Yuan Sen Lu Shiyu Xuzhou") 18. Peeping down refers to a tall bird, looking down to hear the startling wind.

(Cen Shen's "Ascension to Ci'en Temple with Gao Shixue") 19. I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.

(Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow") 20. There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei. But I saw mourning birds calling ancient trees, and male and female flying around the forest.

(Li Bai's "The Road to Shu is Difficult") ① Verses without the word "bird" The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Walking Alone by the River in Search of Fragrance" When the swallows fly back, the peach blossoms on the bank bloom when dipped in water.

——Xu Fu, Song Dynasty, "Spring Outing in the Lake" There is only pity grass growing on the bank, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees. ——Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty, "Chuzhou West Stream" The flowers are blooming, the mangroves are in chaos, orioles are singing, and the grass is growing and the egrets are flying across the lake.

——"On the Lake" by Xu Yuanjie of the Song Dynasty The remaining flowers in March are blooming more and more, and swallows are flying from the small eaves every day. ——Song Dynasty Wang Ling's "Send Spring" What does Piao Piao look like? The sky and the earth are like sand gulls.

——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Long Night Book" The flowers fell helplessly, and the swallows returned, as if they had known each other before. ——Yan Shu, Song Dynasty, "Huanxi Sand" In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Spring Tour at Qiantang Lake" The bright moon scares the magpies from leaving the branches, and the breeze sings the cicadas in the middle of the night. ——Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty, "Moon over the Xijiang River" Half of the wall can see the sea and the sun, and the sky can hear chickens.

——Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu Song Leaves Farewell" Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Four Quatrains" The grass is dry and the hawk's eyes are sick, and the snow is gone and the horse's hooves are light.

——"Watching Hunting" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty The grass is long and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing against the embankment and drunk with the spring smoke. ——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty In front of Xisai Mountain, egrets fly, and peach blossoms and flowing water make mandarin fish fat.

——Zhang Zhihe of the Song Dynasty, "Yu Gezi" Driving chickens up the trees, they first heard the sound of knocking on firewood and thorns. ——Tang Dynasty Du Fu's "Three Poems of Qiang Village (Part 1)" The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the words are followed by the poem Jiuqiu Peng.

——Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty, "Looking at the Moon" There are dead crows in the old trees, small bridges and flowing water. ——Ma Zhiyuan, Yuan Dynasty, "Autumn Thoughts" The lonely cloud will wild crane, how can it live in the human world? ——Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty, "Sending the Lord to the Lord" The spring rain is drizzling in the independent Hengmen, and the white chickens fly on the branches and crow.

——Song Dynasty Ye Shaoweng's "Xixi" ②Poems with the word "bird" The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream. ——Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty, "Birdsong Stream" When I sleep in spring, I don't realize the dawn, and I can hear the singing of birds everywhere.

——"Spring Dawn" by Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. ——Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty, "Jiang Xue" The bird stayed in the tree beside the pond, and the monk knocked on the door under the moon.

——Jia Dao of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on Li Ning's Residence in Seclusion" Hu Ma followed the north wind and crossed the southern branches of the bird's nest. ——"Nineteen Ancient Poems", "Traveling, Repeating, Repeating" Birds fly back to their hometown, and foxes must be on the ground before they die.

——Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow" The forest becomes quieter with the noise of cicadas, and the mountains with singing birds become more secluded. ——Wang Ji of the Tang Dynasty, "Enter the Ruoye River" The flowers splash with tears when feeling the time, and the birds are frightened when they hate each other.

——"Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The river is raining and the grass is flowing, and the six dynasties are like dreaming birds singing in the sky. ——Weizhuang of the Tang Dynasty, "Taicheng" The fragrant grass has fallen without anyone, and the flowers have fallen, and the birds are chirping all the way up the spring mountain.

——Li Hua's "Spring Journey Improvisation" The forest of cicadas is more quiet, and the mountain of birdsong is even more secluded. Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoye Creek" The wind is warm and the sound of birds is broken, and the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy.

"The Spring Palace" by Du Xunhe (Tang Dynasty) The sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly. A line from a poem by Monk Yunlan: The sails of the desert come with heavy weight, and the birds of darkness depart late.

Wei Yingwu's "Fu De Mu Yu Sends Li Cao off" The red lotuses lean against each other as if they were intoxicated, and the white bird is silent and worried about itself. "The Partridge Swan Returns to the Lake and the Disease Starts" Xin Qiji The light of the mountain is pleasing to the nature of birds, and the shadow of the pond is empty of people's hearts.

——Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty, "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple" There are clouds in the chest, and the returning birds enter the canthus. ——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, "Wang Yue" The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, and the blue clouds are envious of the flying birds.

——Tang Cen Shen's "Relics to Du Zuo Province" The wind is warm and the birds are singing, and the sun is high and the shadows of flowers are heavy. ——Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty, "Resentment of the Spring Palace".