Poetry about the swallow's tail

1. Are there any other poems about swallows, one?

Poems about swallows (1)

"Fu De Yanzi" by Huangfu Ran of the Tang Dynasty

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It’s so busy to play with the water, it’s just as interesting to lean on the eaves. The wind blows far away, and the rain returns.

I ordered you to cut Xingliang, and I want to go there every year.

"Late Swallow" by Bai Juyi of Tang Dynasty

Hundreds of birds have finished raising their chicks, but the autumn swallow is wasting its time alone. The day to go to the club is approaching, what does it mean to hold the mud in my mouth?

If you don’t realize that it’s late in the season, you’ll have to spend a lot of time doing construction. As with human affairs, swallows are not alone in their nests.

"New Swallow" by Tang Chengyanxiong

I just left the island and stayed on the riverside, and I was a close neighbor in Meng Shengge. The carved beams are omitted and the head words are omitted. There are people who have not returned in the painting hall.

"Returning to Yan" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Not only do they avoid frost and snow, they are like a couple who are sparse. There is no disorder in the four seasons, and you will know your return in August.

The beauty of spring never visits us, and all the chicks still know the opportunity. Therefore, the nest is not destroyed, and it will fly close to its owner.

Poems about Swallows (2)

"Cottage Swallows" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

One hundred and forty-five Han Palace, many bead curtains closed the windows . It's almost half summer, and there are a lot of people talking in the smoke on the eaves.

"Two Swallows" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The two swallows were frightened by the food on the road, and they brought mud into this hall. Avoid dryness and dampness, and avoid inflammation and coolness.

The adopted son has come a long way. This autumn, the earth is here, and I am also far away from the other side.

"Returning to Yan" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The painting hall is noisy with singing and dancing, and no one comes to the club to look at it. I have been accompanying you on the river tower for a long time, and I am still waiting to lean on the railing at dusk.

"Spring Comes to Swallows" by Du Xunhe of the Tang Dynasty

My house is too low for you to live in, even the carved beams and painted pavilions are wide. It is necessary to carefully choose a nesting place, but not to be uneasy when the nest is completed.

Poems about Swallows (3)

"Swallows Come" Tang Weizhuang

Last year I bid farewell to my neighbors, but now I am surprised by the new thatched cottage. The flowers bloom and ask each other, not the old masters of the village.

"Yan" by Li Shanfu of Tang Dynasty

We work hard every year, but we look at people with affection. The flying spring is triumphant, and the quiet whispers can be heard at night.

The whole Yuzhuang Jiang hates it, but when he turns around, he feels relieved. A wealthy family has enough money to make money, so there is no need to embarrass it.

"Yan" Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty

The goddess is waiting for the arrival of the day, wearing mysterious clothes and clear blue sky. Bathing in the rain, dancing in the spring breeze.

Congratulating each other on the side of the carved lantern, flying in the green curtain. Don't be surprised and leave your claws behind, as you still hope to miss Wu Palace.

"Yan" Tang Zhenggu

Years come and go, and the spring is cold and misty as we cross Xiaoxiang. Flying low to the green bank and plum rain, wandering into the red building to pick apricot beams.

I can see the shallow water through a few inkstones, and smell the fragrance of mud in the path of fallen flowers. Thousands of words that no one can understand, and wandering orioles over the short wall.

"Yan" by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty

The wealthy family is so busy with the colorful mud that they are busy building their nests. The beautiful woman is dreaming during the day, and both of them are still on the carved beams.

Poems about Swallows (4)

"Spring Swallows" by Liu Jian of the Tang Dynasty

For a long time, languages ????are murmuring outside the window, as long as the beautiful woman rolls up the embroidered curtain. The completion of the building is something to celebrate, and don’t be disgusted by the high doors.

Butterflies and fragrant flowers dance among the flowers, and spring mud carries rain along the river bank. After living there for several years, the love has deepened, and everyone is willing to build a nest near his eaves.

"Swallow" Tang Qin Taoyu

I don’t know if there is any space in the building, but I often carry mud to the corner of my seat. I once talked to a beautiful lady and gave up embroidery several times.

"Autumn Swallows" Tang Sikong Picture

From the incense and dust flying in my face, I pity the canal just to relieve my dependence. After winter, it is so close to the warmth of the deep stove, why bother to return to thousands of rocks and thousands of rivers?

"Ode to Swallows" by Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty

The petrels are so faint that they come only temporarily in the spring. Little did he know that the mud was cheap, and only the jade hall was open.

When you are embroidering the house, you will go in twice, and you will visit Huaxuan several times a day. Don't care about competing with things, don't guess at each other.

"Ode to Swallows" by Zhang Hui of the Tang Dynasty

The stone body is still heavy, but the ability to hold the mud is still weak. I always go to the first place and fly together.

Extended reading: Poems and famous quotes about swallows

1. On a frosty moonlit night in the Swallow Tower, autumn comes only for one person.

2. The oriole turns back after crossing the water, but the swallow does not care if the mud is wet in its mouth.

3. Swallows fly in the melted mud, and mandarin ducks sleep in the warm sand.

4. Swallows are arriving at every house, and poplars are flying everywhere.

5. Fish come out in the drizzle, and swallows drift in the breeze.

6. Swallows and Bai Lao, one west and one east.

7. Swallows holding mud in their mouths fight to return to their homes, and they are alone and crazy and do not remember home.

8. In the old days, the swallows in front of the Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

9. In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

10. Swallows fly in the swallow tower, and a little bit of celery mud accidentally gets on your clothes. 2. Poems about swallows in summer

1: You want to be as beautiful as flowers, and you are as pure as jade. You are as pretty as a spring willow, and you are as gentle as a swallow singing and dancing. I love you from the bottom of my heart and will never be separated for the rest of my life. Wishing my wife: The flowers bloom beautifully during the Spring Festival. The spring breeze brings peach blossoms to the pasta.

2: High in the sky, an "eagle" and a "swallow" are flying high. I saw the "swallow" flying higher and higher, and was about to surpass the "eagle". At this time, the owner of the "Eagle" was not to be outdone and kept putting the spool in his hand. Next to them, several "cranes" were dancing gracefully, and the "centipede" on the head twisted its long tail and fluttered in the air. There are many people watching here, all with their heads up, pointing, gesticulating with their hands, and talking. 3. Sentences describing swallows

I learned from extracurricular books that swallows can announce spring, eat pests, and are good friends of crops. A body of shiny black feathers, a pair of handsome and brisk wings, and a scissor-like tail form a lively and clever little swallow. A small and cute swallow, its body is like black satin, black and shiny. The two small eyes are bright and lively, and paired with a small beige mouth, it is simply beautiful. . Swallows are carefree and fly freely in the sky all day long. Sometimes it circles around the eaves, guarding its home; sometimes it flies from the field ridge to the wheat field; sometimes it flies across the water.

A suit of jet-black feathers, a pair of scissor-like tails, and a pair of strong and brisk wings make up such a lively and cute little swallow.

The little swallow’s black and shiny feathers seemed to be oiled, and its white belly looked like it was wearing a white shirt.

When swallows fly, they are extremely beautiful. Those long and narrow wings, that forked tail, all look like they were painted by the most skilled painter, and there is no single pose that is not beautiful.

In the tender blue sky, there are a few thin lines connected between the poles, and there are a few small black dots parked on the lines, which are swallows. How like a piece of music waiting to be played!

A swallow's nest is like half a rice bowl, with the top open and covered with soft feathers, hay and soft debris. Sometimes the flocks of swallows are like long swords that sweep across the sky, stabbing across the sky; sometimes they are like a swarm of fighter jets, swooping in, flying and echoing in the air around the place where they stay.

Swallows are still swarming in the sky, which always has dotted lines.

The flight of swallows gives people a feeling of lightness and grace, and the arrival of swallows gives people a sense of auspiciousness and tranquility.

Swallows are the messengers of spring.

The swallow has a scissor-like tail and flies diagonally through the air.

Spring swallows fly back and forth, filling the air with whispering sounds.

Suddenly, a dozen white pigeons passed by the gray buildings, and the sun shone on them, just like the calm sea, splashing a little bit of waves. It's just that these brightly colored dots are not fleeting like waves, but streaking across the dark gray floor in their own silver line-like gestures. It is these shallow and smooth lines that cut across the dignified and gray floor, which immediately made the majestic beauty of the cluster of buildings, which was so stagnant that it was almost forgotten, flow.

Swallows are small and exquisite, energetic, with long pointed wings and forked tails like scissors, and fly quickly. Their upper bodies are blue and their lower bodies are white. They build their nests in people's houses. The male and female take turns building the nest, going in and out, in a hurry. No one dislikes it, and no one wants to harm this creature. In the breeze and drizzle, they open their wings but don't flap, as if they are paddling along a mysterious line, so there are black dots flowing freely in the sky. In the misty rain, they like to stay side by side on the wires. Rest, the moisture makes their feathers smoother and more translucent.

Swallows know their old owners. Every year when the weather starts to get warmer, a pair of swallows will return to my old hall. The young couple held grass stalks in their mouths and mud balls in their mouths, and worked together to build a small nest. They chase moths, catch caterpillars, and share food with swallows with yellow fur and mouth. The swallow's nest is never fortified, and it spends its days and months with its owner, sipping, squeaking, chatting and laughing, and is very happy.

Swallow, Swallow, I know you became so agile through labor! I also know that you are working and absorbing the light of the sun, which makes your black feathers so shiny; even your fiery red lips are painted with the color of the sun to become so gorgeous! 4. Sentences to describe swallows

Autumn Poems by Hu Bingyan

Part One

The drizzle disturbs the countryside,

The cool breeze is purple Yan Pian.

The clear water is clear and the water chestnuts are green,

The flowers are full of jade tears.

Second

The wind blows and cools the hot sky,

The morning dew is crystal clear and the rice is fragrant.

The blue ducks are dancing happily in the water,

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are drunk with red clothes.

The third one

The green bamboos hide the quietness of the song,

The streets are endless and the purple swallows chirp.

A leaf floats to know the shadow,

The yellow grain falls to the ground in the golden autumn.

The fourth one

The Coriander and Coriander have turned yellow,

The fragrant leaves of Coriander and Coriander have faded away.

Mandarin ducks are always attached to each other,

Beauty is born to play in the water.

Fifth

Light ink depicts the lotus demon,

The cold tone is green and delicate.

The cold moon fills the water with tears,

Chang'e rabbit plays the flute while relaxing her sleeves.

Sixth

The autumn wind is bleak and cold clouds are floating,

The autumn rain knocks on the tung leaves and tears.

The autumn dew is full of sadness,

The autumn frost dyes the black tips.

Seventh

The sparse fence cannot hide the cold chrysanthemum makeup,

The crystal dew is full of purple and yellow.

A faint fragrance floats in the thatched house,

The tea becomes fragrant when you drink it slowly.

--Hu Bingyan