Poetry and ancient poetry about butterflies

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.

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Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.