A complete poem about birds (a complete ancient poem with bird characters)

1. A complete ancient poem with the word "bird" appeared on the moon and sounded in the spring stream. -Wei's "Bird Song Stream"

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Tang Jiadao's Li Ning in Seclusion

North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. -"Nineteen Ancient Poetry" and "Walking and Walking Again"

Birds fly home, foxes die first. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow for the Past"

The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama. -Wang Tangji's "If you are in Xi"

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

There are no flowers on the grass, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain. -Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. -Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds. -Don Cen Can's news review Du Fu in his office in the left court.

The bird's song is broken, it is for the warm spring breeze; When the sun is at noon, the flower shadows will appear thick. -Don Du Xunhe's "Spring Palace Complaints"

2. Who knows the ancient poems about birds (write as many poems as you want)?

Snow clothes, snow hair, jade,

Flocks of fish in the shadow of the stream.

Surprised to fly into the distance and reflect the blue mountains,

Pear flower falls Xiaofeng is a tree.

Du fu's quatrains

Two orioles are singing on the green willow.

Egrets line up into the sky.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills.

My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Goose, goose, goose

Bend neck Xiang Tiange

White feathers float on the green water.

Anthurium dial Shiba Inu

Xijiang Moon Night Tour Xin Qiji is on Huangsha Road.

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

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.

Spring outing in Qiantang Lake

Bai Juyi

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.

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.

Border songs

Lulun

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.

Tianjingsha 1. melancholy autumn thoughts

Ma Zhiyuan

Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, and old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Yan Wen by Tang Wei.

Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.

Autumn night in Huainan, the high house smells wild geese coming.

Chihe

Tang Bai Juyi

There is no companion in front of the bamboo cage, and there is a weather vane in the chickens.

At first, I bowed my head for fear that cinnabar would fall, and hanging my wings often suspected that the snow would disappear.

When it comes to the color of cormorants, I think the voice of parrots is very charming.

What do you think when the wind blows? Looking forward to the clouds and water in Qingtian.

Yan Ying

Song Ge Tian Min

Spring in March, ordinary people.

In order to welcome the new year, the old curtains are not covered.

The wings were wet with light rain, and the smell of mud bloomed.

The nest grew into a chick and stayed with it for many years.

3. Poems about birds: Du Fu, two orioles, green willows and a line of egrets follow the green skylight in Xiling, Qian Qiu, Xuemenbo, Wu Dong, Wan Li, ship, goose, goose, bent neck, Xiang Tiange, white hair and green water, red palm, clear waves, Xijiang, moonlight, Huangsha Road, Xin Qiji, bright moon, surprise magpies, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight.

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. Crows let cold air admit their body temperature. More often, the bird is the tip of an arrow to let the lonely sky know the sharpness and penetrating pain of meat. Every bird is a failed hero. Small figure. Love dies as soon as it flies. The sky proves that love begins at high altitude. Two birds stopped in the air and bumped their lips from time to time. Their happiness is to hold each other's hot bodies so that their thirsty lives don't collapse in selfless love. Away from the wings of flowers, is in the flesh and blood fragrance, let each other claim the open petals of happiness. Choose a sunny time in the forest. A bird grabs another bird's scalp, and only knows the pain when it is most prone to dizziness, and wakes up. Cry. Once upon a time, a group of birds fell from the branches and trembled at the thought of their lives. Sometimes we call this sound birdsong. We sat under it and listened to the melody it recovered from the friction of clouds. We are intoxicated and even have lust. A person who cries with a bird-like vocal cord can sit directly in the bird's voice, and his ears are highly consistent with the bird's voice. He understands that kind of beautiful and desperate sadness. This is the sacrifice of life. It's like a funeral starting with the whole bird's chest. The delicate body only prepared a sharp sword for the wind. Because the weak bird never left the mountains and rivers, the wings of an old bird collapsed. The bird is too small to see the blood and its scars. I can't hear moaning. It stood quietly on the indifferent branch, watching other birds carrying their own lives in the clouds. The wind is blowing. The old bird was pushed off the branch, and a pile of fallen feathers came to choose the last free dust. Only one crying pupil can be seen in the wind. Who made Liu Bang's words roar at the bird? "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 will not die on the road. Sometimes we see a bird flying and it disappears. The bird has begun to say goodbye. They died at an unknown time and place as a mockery of their bodies. Throw the sky-blue thoughts into the darkness, let them dive into the wind and into the flying clouds, and let future generations see through the essentials of flying. Can birds fly or not? You landed on my balcony and I watched you. You looked at me, too, and no one said anything, to see what we should do with each other. You said the cold north is behind you in the morning. Lonely guy, what's wrong with you? You didn't return it all night because you were afraid of being stuck. Can you get up early for work and cross the city with broken eyes? You stand on my balcony and keep flying or you can't fly. I'm idle and pretend to guess your life. Crow, smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment "-I want to dedicate this poem to my friend Wu Ya. I can't forget the crow's feathers any more than I 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 has paid the price for their children. Woodpecker's parents switched their bags before they died, so a beautiful song was born in death. Woodpeckers saved the forest. Did you hear the bloody cries of woodpeckers? There are many 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.

4. Wei has a complete Yan Wen, an ancient poem describing birds.

Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.

In autumn night in Huainan, geese come to Gaozhai.

Partridge Zheng Drum (Tang Dynasty)

Those partridges frolic on the warm smoky wasteland to see how neat their colorful feathers are; Look at their behavior, the category is similar to that of lively pheasants during the day.

When it rains, the grass on the southeast lake of Dongting Lake passes through from Anil Kumar Bachu Lake; The petals of Huangling Temple fall and partridges sound.

A wanderer smells wet sleeves, and a good man sings low eyebrows.

Xiangjiang River is wide, and bitter bamboo bushes are deep in the west.

Yan Ying

Song Ge Tian Min

Spring in March, ordinary people.

In order to welcome the new year, the old curtains are not covered.

The wings were wet with light rain, and the smell of mud bloomed.

The nest grew into a chick and stayed with it for many years.

Chihe

Tang Bai Juyi

There is no companion in front of the bamboo cage, and there is a weather vane in the chickens.

At first, I bowed my head for fear that cinnabar would fall, and hanging my wings often suspected that the snow would disappear.

When it comes to the color of cormorants, I think the voice of parrots is very charming.

What do you think when the wind blows? Looking forward to the clouds and water in Qingtian.

These are all fully described, and the birds in other ancient poems are just passing by.

5. Two complete poems with the word "bird" 1. The tits are startled when the moon rises, and the spring streams sing when the moon rises.

(Wang Wei: Birds in the Stream) 2. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) 3. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

(Du Fu: Dream of Spring) 4. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Hao Haoran: "Spring Dawn") 5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..

(Du Fu: Wang Yue) 6. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming: drinking) 7. Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

(Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after the Broken Mountain Temple") 8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain) 9. Birds perch on trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door of the moon.

(Jia Dao: Li Ning's Seclusion) 10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji: "Entering Ruoye Creek") Birds startle the mountains and sound 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 "The Palace of Hatred" There are no birds in the mountains and no footprints in the thousand paths.

-Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" petals flow like tears, and the lonely bird sings sorrow. -Du Fu's Hope for Spring.

6. Describe the complete "Yan Wen" with a long bird poem. Where is Wei's hometown? It's leisurely to think about it.

On the autumn rain night in Huainan, Gaozhai came to partridge Zhenggu (Tang) warm drama, and the product flow should be close to pheasant. When it rains, the grass on the southeast lake of Dongting Lake passes through from Anil Kumar Bachu Lake; The petals of Huangling Temple fall and partridges sound.

A wanderer smells wet sleeves, and a good man sings low eyebrows. Xiangjiang River is wide, and bitter bamboo bushes are deep in the west.

Yan Ying Song Ge Tian Min in March is just around the corner, the home of ordinary people. In order to welcome the new year, the old curtains are not covered.

The wings were wet with light rain, and the smell of mud bloomed. The nest grew into a chick and stayed with it for many years.

There is no companion in front of Bai Juyi's bamboo cage in Chihetang, and there is a weather vane in the chaotic chicken. At first, I bowed my head for fear that cinnabar would fall, and hanging my wings often suspected that the snow would disappear.

When it comes to the color of cormorants, I think the voice of parrots is very charming. What do you think when the wind blows? Look at the blue sky and white clouds, these are all described completely, and the birds in other ancient poems just pass by.

7. Ancient poems about birds The ancient poems about birds are:

1. Wang Yue

Author: Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

2.

spring scenery

Author: Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

3.

Spring Morning

Author: Meng Haoran (Tang Dynasty)

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

4.

Xue Jiang

Author: Liu Zongyuan (Tang Dynasty)

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

8. Ancient poems describing birds: 1. In the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Jiuling's poem "Returning to the Swallow" originally said: Haiyan is a teenager, and spring is coming.

Swallows don't know the mud, and the jade hall opens. In one day, I went to Ito Show several times, taking mud as my nest.

Haiyan doesn't want to fight for power and profit, and hawks don't have to be suspicious of slander. Although Haiyan is very small, it only temporarily returns to the north in spring.

Swallow doesn't know how cheap I am, but Yutang is open. Several times a day in and out of the flower pond embroidery households, holding mud as a nest.

Haiyan has no intention of competing with other animals for power and profit, and eagles don't have to be suspicious and slander. 2. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's "Four quatrains (the third)", two orioles sang green willows, and a row of egrets went up to the sky.

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to the eastbound ships, two orioles sing among the green willow branches, and a row of egrets fly into the blue sky.

The scenery of Xiling Snow Mountain seems to be embedded in the window, and ships coming and going to Soochow are parked by the door. 3, the pre-Qin anonymous "Xiaoya Yellow Bird" Original: Yellow Bird Yellow Bird, no gathering in the valley, no licking my millet.

People in this place refuse to raise me now. Or go back, back to my dear hometown.

Listen, yellow bird, don't land on the mulberry tree and don't peck at my red sorghum. People in this place can be honest with him.

Or go back to your brother. Listen, yellow bird, don't land on the oak tree and don't eat me.

People in this place are not friendly to each other. Or go back, go back to uncle.

Listen, yellow bird, don't fall on the tree and don't peck my corn. People in this place refuse to raise me now.

Go back, go back, go back to your dear hometown. Yellow bird, yellow bird, listen, don't fall on the mulberry tree and don't peck at my red sorghum.

People in this place can't talk to him about faith. Go back, go back, go back to your brother.

Yellow bird, yellow bird, listen, don't land on the oak tree and don't peck me. People in this place should not live in harmony.

Go back, go back, go back to your uncle. 4. The original text of Li Shangyin's "The Raven" in the Tang Dynasty: The Raven is uneven and the stranger is not self-sustaining.

Wonderful song, how can there be no intention? On a good day, there may not be a wedding day. On windy mornings and rainy days, Song opened and closed thousands of doors.

I have been tortured by spring, but I can't bear to listen to it. Where can the city flower live? Wandering warbler, floating around, flying up and down; Crossing the path and approaching the river, I couldn't help myself.

It's very nice to sing. How can you not be attentive? When you meet a good time, you may not have a good time. On sunny days and sunny nights, when thousands of families open and close.

I had a spring injury before, so I can't bear to listen to it again. What are the habitable flower branches in Beijing? 5. The original text of Du Fu's "Lonely Goose/Flying Goose" in the Tang Dynasty: The lonely goose does not drink and peck, but flies and sings. The geese disappear in the sea of clouds, who will pity the geese in the sky? Looking at the horizon, I seem to see the figure of my companion; The voice in the valley seems to hear the voice of the companion.

Wild birds don't understand the lonely goose's heart, but make noise for their own voice. A lonely goose didn't want to drink water, refused to eat, just flew around, whining and thinking of its companions.

The geese disappeared in the sea of clouds. Who will pity the lonely geese in the sky? Looking around the world, it seems to see the figure of a companion; Mourning shook the valley, as if hearing the voice of a companion. The wild crow doesn't understand the lonely goose's mood, but only cares about his own noise.

6. In the Tang Dynasty, Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" was originally written: people were idle and osmanthus fell, and the night was quiet and the mountains were empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

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.

7. Du Mu's "Early Goose" in the Tang Dynasty Original: Jinhe Autumn is half open, and the clouds are scattered. On the moonlit night, the geese swept over the dew, and the mournful sound reached the dark palace of the palace.

You know, legal cigarettes in the north can no longer go home with spring breeze. Please don't abandon a few people in Xiaoxiang. The moss in the water can avoid hunger and cold. In August, Uighur soldiers drew bows and shot arrows, and the geese were scattered.

On the moonlit night, the lonely geese flitted across the fairy palm, and their moans reached the dim Nagato Palace. You know, the north of China is full of smoke, and we can never go home with the spring breeze.

Please don't dislike that Xiaoxiang area is vast and sparsely populated. Wild rice and moss beside the water can be protected from hunger and cold. 8. The original "Thrushcross Birds" by Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty: A hundred sounds follow, and the flowers are red and purple.

Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest. Thrush birds are full of calls, flying in the forest with their own thoughts, and freely shuttling through the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers.

Now I know: I once heard the cry of a thrush in a golden cage, which was far less than the free singing when I wandered in the forest. 9. In the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, Niu Huan "Recalling the Mud Swallow in the South of the Yangtze River" Original: Recalling the Mud Swallow, flying to the front of the painting hall.

It occupies a stable position in Liang Xing, and only its owner pities it, which is a worthy cause. Swallows with dirt in their mouths fly to the magnificent lobby, occupying a stable position between the beams. Only the owner loves their light posture, and a good cigarette edge can be envied.

10, Yao Nai in the Qing Dynasty, "Mountain Walking, Cuckoo Flying to Persuade Early Farming" Original: Cuckoo Flying to Persuade Early Farming, Hoes pouncing on Spring Eyes. Thousand-layer stone trees travel thousands of miles, and the sound of running water in Shan Ye.

Cuckoo flies around to persuade people to farm early, and egrets flap their wings in the sky while the weather is fine. Walking on the road between layers of stone trees, I heard the sound of running water in the mountains.