A metamorphosis poem that turns cocoon into butterfly.

The poem about turning cocoon into butterfly is 1. What are the poems about breaking a cocoon into a butterfly?

1, butterflies are flying

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Huayang is hot in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.

Its owner, Hu Die, flew west, and the boy in white came back today.

Butterflies pat the bedroom gently, sending out the warm breath of spring. There is a luxurious tortoise shell screen in front of the bed, and her beautiful colorful clothes are on the bed. The young husband has been away from home for a long time, flying around like a butterfly. At this time today, he came home on a white horse.

2, drunk Zhongtian, big butterfly

Yuan Dynasty: Wang Heqing

Breaking Zhuang Zhou's dream, coming to reality, huge wings and mighty east wind.

The nectar in 300 gardens is empty, but it's a natural wind that scares away the bees who collect honey.

Wings flapping gently, flowers flapping on the bridge.

I broke Zhuang Zhou's dream and came to reality, and my huge wings drove the mighty east wind. Collected all the nectar from 300 famous gardens. Who knows it's a natural romantic species, scaring away bees. The wings flapped gently, and all the flower sellers crossed the east of the bridge.

3. Jade Butterfly is sad in autumn wind.

Tang dynasty: Wen

The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned. The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.

Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows. It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?

The sad autumn wind has passed, the weather has turned cold, and those who have traveled long distances have not returned, which makes people feel worried and adds to the sadness of parting. Now the Great Wall should be full of hay and yellow everywhere, but the northern geese flying to the south of the Yangtze River have not arrived yet.

The tender face has faded like hibiscus, and the new eyebrows have lost their old colors like willow leaves. When she saw the fragrance falling in autumn, she was filled with sadness, but who knew the heartbreaking parting?

4, Qujiang two songs

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

A flower flew away, but it was spring, and the wind was so sad.

And look at the flowers and eyes, don't hurt your lips.

Emeralds are nested in the small hall by the river, and unicorns lie on the edge of the garden.

If we push physics carefully, there will be eating, drinking and having fun, so why not go this way as a floating glory.

Go back to spring clothes every day and go home drunk every day.

Wine debt is common in 62616964757a68696416fe58685eaEB9313366303738, with a life span of 70 years.

Pierce the butterfly deeply, and the dragonfly flies leisurely with the water.

The scenery of the message is flowing, which is not contrary to the temporary reward.

The falling of a petal makes people feel that spring has faded. Nowadays, the wind blows thousands of flowers to the ground. How can it not worry people? And watching falling flowers fly by, I won't be tired of too many wine inlets. Jade birds nest in the buildings on Qujiang River, and the stone unicorn, who once lived in the sky, is now lying on the ground.

A careful study of the truth of the ups and downs of things is to eat, drink and be merry in time. Why should we let vain honor bind ourselves? When I came back from the imperial court, I pawned the clothes I wore in the spring every day, and the money I got went to Jiangtou to buy wine every day, and I didn't come back until I was as drunk as a fiddler. It's a common thing to owe money for alcohol everywhere. People can live to 70 years old, which is rare in ancient times.

But I saw butterflies shuttling in the depths of flowers, dragonflies flying leisurely on the water, flapping the water from time to time. Send a message to Chunguang and let me stay in Chunguang. Although it is a temporary reward, don't violate it!

5. Look at Jiangnan butterflies

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River, sunset in pairs. He looks like he lang is full of powder, but inside he looks like Han shou loves stealing incense. Talent and frivolity.

After a light rain, thin wings are tired of smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers.

Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River are dancing in the sunset. She looks as beautiful as peace, wandering among flowers, sucking nectar, and frivolous by nature.

After a light rain, the pink wings of butterflies greasy by water sparkled in the sunset. It just flew into the yard with bees, accompanied catkins through the east wall, and often scrambled for flowers.

2. What are the poems about "turning a cocoon into a butterfly"?

1, once you climb to the top, you will see that all the other mountains are short in the sky. ..

-Excerpted from the translation of Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" in the Tang Dynasty: If you climb the top of Mount Tai, you must overlook the mountains and be full of lofty sentiments. 2. How can the plum blossom fragrance not be a little cold?

-The translation of "Ode to the Opening Class" by Zen master Huang Berry in the Tang Dynasty: Without the biting cold, there would be no fragrant plum blossoms. At that time, people didn't know Lingyunmu, so they waited for Lingyun to start to grow taller.

-Du Xunhe translated Komatsu in the Tang Dynasty: At that time, people didn't know that the tree could soar to the sky, and people didn't say it was tall until it reached the sky. It took three days to try jade and seven years to identify wood. -Translated from Bai Juyi's "Five Exemptions 3" in the Tang Dynasty: It takes three days to examine jade and seven years to distinguish wood.

5, the ancients learned nothing, suitable for all ages. -Translated from Lu You's Reading on a Winter Night in the Song Dynasty: The ancients spared no effort in learning, and they often didn't become useful until they were old.

6. The lingering butterflies dance from time to time. They are just screaming. -"Looking for Flowers Alone by the River: Part VI" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu translated: The colorful butterflies in the fragrant flowers have been flying, and the free and gentle oriole just cried with joy.

7. Returning made me intoxicated and refused to worship the grass. -"White Horse" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai Translation: You will not change your heroism when you return, and you will not bow down to the Prime Minister Xiaocao after drinking all day.

8, three winters are enough for today, who laughs empty. -"Diligence" Song: Wang Zhu Translation: After studying hard for a few years, "three winters of literature and history" will make you learned. Who will laugh at you at that time because you have no ink and no knowledge? 9, flowers are not full of flowers, independent hedges are not poor.

-"Cold Chrysanthemum/Painting Chrysanthemum" Song: Zheng Sixiao Translation: You are in full bloom in autumn, and there are no flowers. Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not diminished.

10, like a strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -A song "Snow White Farewell to the Field-Clerk Wu Comes Home" Tang Dynasty: Translation: Suddenly blowing like a night, like a pear blossom in ten thousand trees.

3. What are the poems about "turning a cocoon into a butterfly"?

1, once you climb to the top, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky ...-from Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" in the Tang Dynasty.

I must climb the top of Mount Tai, overlooking the mountains, full of lofty sentiments.

2. How can the plum blossom fragrance not be a little cold? -From Ode to the Opening Class written by Zen Master Huang Berry in the Tang Dynasty.

Without severe cold, plum blossoms can't smell incense.

At that time, people didn't know Lingyunmu, so they waited for Lingyun to start to grow taller. -from Du Xunhe's Komatsu in the Tang Dynasty.

At that time, those people didn't know the tree that could soar to the sky, and people didn't say it was tall until it soared to the sky.

4. The jade test takes three days, and the material identification takes seven years. -from the Tang dynasty Bai Juyi's "five words, the third".

It takes three days to identify the authenticity of jade and seven years to identify the wood.

5, the ancients learned nothing, suitable for all ages. -Excerpted from Lu You's Reading on a Winter Night in the Song Dynasty.

The ancients spared no effort in their studies, and often achieved nothing when they were old.

6. The lingering butterflies dance from time to time. They are just screaming. -"Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside: Part VI" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu.

The colorful butterflies in the fragrant flowers have been dancing, and the free and soft oriole just cried with joy.

7. Returning made me intoxicated and refused to worship the grass. -"White Horse" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

When you came back, you never changed your pride, drinking all day and refusing to bow to the Prime Minister Grass.

8, three winters are enough for today, who laughs empty. -"Diligence" Song Dynasty: Wang Zhu

Study hard for a few years, "literature and history are enough in three winters", and you will have knowledge. At that time, who will laugh at your ignorance?

9, flowers are not full of flowers, independent hedges are not poor. -Cold chrysanthemum/painted chrysanthemum Song Dynasty: Zheng Sixiao

You bloom in autumn and never mix with flowers. Alone by the sparse fence, your sentiment and interest have not diminished.

10, like a strong wind in spring, blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. -Bai Xuege farewell Tian Shuji Wu returned home in Tang Dynasty:

Suddenly, it is like a spring breeze blowing overnight, like a pear blossom in full bloom.

4. Poetry describing the process of breaking cocoon into butterfly

(Song) Zhang Xiaoxiang

God paid me for it,

The waves in June are blue.

Beyond cicada dust,

Butterfly dream of water and clouds.

Li Shangyin < Butterfly & gt；; Four songs

one

The lonely butterfly lingers,

Spread your wings.

It should be bright and clean,

Close to the snow frequently.

core

I lost my shadow.

The sun lives deep in the clouds.

Refuse to come out

An idea suddenly occurred to me.

The flowers have fallen early.

The whole summer

Those unborn fruits

Still looking forward to it.

The day when we met in autumn.

The reef stands on the river bank.

Shake the dust off the skirt.

The tide also disappeared.

A few too late to thank the splash.

Don't be breathless.

Some poems that were not planted in time.

Rot into mud

The sound of falling flowers

one

A flower bud that missed flowering.

Borrow the petals of the east wind

There is also a petal lying in summer.

Sweating arm

Wanderers are dreaming of spring.

Return date

Forgot again

Always together. Back off.

Like a primitive warm fire.

Breathless, almost exhausted.

There are boiling rocks in this stream.

Give a warm kiss.

Thin body

Listen to the sound of the planetesimals burning.

In the sky

Like countless fireworks

Blink in your ears

What needs to be done now is

Waiting for a flower to slowly turn into a sweet fruit.

two

Cross your hands and pray.

Put away a lifestyle posture.

From this moment on.

As soon as Buddhism opens, autumn is as deep as the open sea.

three

For another kind of piety

I have been fighting Feng Chun for three months.

Set the date for autumn.

Set in the season when melons and fruits are fragrant.

I have to grow up in order to date.

The price of maturity

Is to use a painted face.

In exchange for a ticket to open your heart.

Dating autumn, giving up

All the superficial glitz

Come on, dance.

Rich spiritual contract

Taste is the only guest at the party.

four

My body, from lightness to heaviness

Just like the melting of ice and snow, it nourishes prosperity.

In a hurry between seasons.

No time to sigh.

Calyx reached out and rang the doorbell.

The sound of falling flowers unscrewed a door.

I came from the door.

come in through the door

five

Asphyxiating flower

Sit cross-legged on the calyx

Life returns to zero with a smile.

The fruit is still on the way.

Know nothing.

six

Is this an apple flower?

It was also for an autumn date. Dai Yue wore stars.

People found one in its lying body.

The largest star

seven

Miss Chun's skirt is shortened by loops.

Show your tall legs and run.

Petals fall backwards.

Only the stamens are erect.

Put your hand into Qiu's pocket.

Want to know?

Grabbed a handful of autumn cool.

And some, uh, fruit being made.

Fragrant and sweet

eight

The wind passed through the branches.

Those tides, twists and turns

Back to the moon.

The moon sets.

Last irrigation

Soilless sky

Sorry ... ... I only have poems. I wonder if you would like to. ...

The sound of falling flowers woke me up.

Ripe red fruit

From the calyx-like clouds, drill out

5. What poems describe the process of breaking cocoon into butterfly?

1. butterflies fly

Don

Huayang is hot in the spring, and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.

The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today.

2. butterflies

Tang Qiji

Where the back is red, the smell is heavy. Fly separately. See you in teams.

Distant harm will eventually stop birds and scramble to avoid bees. Peach attracts back, and blue attracts each other.

Mao Cui's heart is cold and fragrant powder is thick. You can find shadows through trees, but you can't find flowers.

The evening is still urgent, so spring dance should not be careless. Xifeng old pool pavilion, but also to pick hibiscus.

3. Jade Butterfly

Tang Wen Ting Yun

The autumn wind is sad, and the traveler has not returned.

The grass beyond the Great Wall decays first, and the geese in the south of the Yangtze River come late.

Lotus has a tender face and new eyebrows.

It's sad and heartbreaking to shake it down. Who knows?

4. Two butterflies

Tang xuqiu

The ethereal caterpillar is slightly shelled and can't bear the misty rain.

A beautiful branch to teach, a few wisps of spring breeze to fly.

Every worry in the mouths of chickens and birds, as well as the fragrance of pity, is wrapped around the clothes that continue the front edge.

Ruthless can't solve the dream, don't believe the right and wrong of Zhuang Zhou.

Brush green, wear red, and spend a lifetime in spring.

I hate it when the goddess comes to rain. I like to pick incense with stones.

The wind should only accumulate pollen, and the night is cold and long

The cicada's song is pedantic, which can explain the noisy sunset in Sanqiu.

5. Three butterflies

Tang xuqiu

Moths in cocoons are not difficult, but flowers must pass by.

The sky and the wind gently send each other, but laugh at spider weaving.

Constant constant double brush painting column, beauty stole a glance frequently.

Don't bully your wings to fly short and close, it's hard to try to jump between flowers.

There is no vivid reason. There are many wild paths in the wild garden.

Who doesn't know that silk and bamboo teach dance, and it depends on Yinger to sing?

6. "Chrysanthemum Picking Cold Bees"

Tang gengkun

Swimming in the clear sky, looking for fragrance among chrysanthemums. Bring the sound to the core and shadow it in the incense.

Living in the fog, rising and falling with the wind. Finally, I am ashamed of being a butterfly and don't communicate with my dreams.

7. gold

Don

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed by emperors.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.

8. Flower Name

Tang rongyu

It takes two years to buy hibiscus plants with your own money.

The bright red is not seen by the beauty, but the butterfly tries to know it early.

9. Spring

Tangweizhuang

Suddenly I feel that the scenery in the east is getting late, and the wild Meishan apricot is dark and fragrant.

On the falling star tower, the residual horn blows, and the residual sunset hangs the crescent camp.

The dream of traveling is scattered with butterflies, and the cuckoo flies away from the soul.

The world of mortals broke off the guest in Chang 'an, and the prince of Cao Fang did not return at dusk.

10. Look at the rain on the boat.

Don Dai Shulun

At the beginning of the rain tonight, Du Ruoqing is in Jiangnan. How reckless is it to become famous? Brothers always wither.

Dreams are far from worrying about butterflies, and feelings are deep shame. I care about lonely people all day, and my life experience is still Liu Ping.