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1. Poems about birds 1. Clouds open and solitary birds emerge, while waves rise and Bai Ou sinks. -Tang Zhu Qingyu

2. Look up at the geese in the clouds, and the birds are wired. -Tang Du Fu's "Three Poems of Xing Xing"

3. Birds return to Qiao Lin, flapping their wings to fly. -Three Kingdoms Wei. Give a White Horse to Wang Biao by Cao Zhi.

4, the cloud has no intention to go out, and the bird is tired of flying. -Tao Jin Yuanming's "Gui Xi Ci"

5, the wilderness is lonely, and the birds are singing in the spring mountains. -Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, "To the Temple of Laozi"

6. Listen to the spring birds and smell the autumn insects. -Don Lu Zhao Lin's "Shi Jiwen, Sad Husband"

7. Spring is still a bird, and summer is not near Shu Lian. —— Dong Tang —— Zhao's "Give Peace and Sanctity, Master Ji Xian, Give Banquet and Give Lotus Words"

8, wild flowers are good, and the valley birds are quiet. -Tang Wang Wei's "Going to the Mountain Courtyard after the Influence Temple"

9. In spring, you can be a thousand hosts, and you can sing a hundred birds first. -Tang Wang Wei's Listening to Kuzu

10, flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds outside the bamboo peek at people. -Tang Zuyong's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Thinking of shun lau, Langzhong Biegong"

1 1, smallpox emerges endlessly, and birds fly everywhere. -Tang Yun 5,000 "Stay in longxing temple"

12, pedestrian mirror, bird screen. -Tang Li Bai's Qing Xi Xing

13, Spring Festival song in the backyard of Good Bird, wine dancing on the front eaves of flying flowers. -Tang Li Bai's "East and West Gong Seclusion"

14, nothing can be heard except the chirping of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. -Tang Li Bai's "Difficult Road"

15, peach blossoms fall, and yellow birds fly with Bai Niao. -Tang Du Fu's Qujiang Dujiu

16, cold flowers hide grass, birds choose deep branches. -Du Fu's Twilight

17, the Jiangbi bird is over white, and the mountain flower is blue and white. -Du Fu's Two Poems

18, the willow is still light in color, and birds frequently step on plum blossoms. -Tang Dai Shulun's "Bianzhou and Li Xianggong Celebrate Spring"

19, good tree Mingyou bird, sunny building into wild smoke. -Tang Du Mu's Four Rhymes of Zhou Mu

20, moss full order build by laying bricks or stones, Bai Niao so late. -Du Mu's "Topic Yangzhou Temple"

2. What are the poems about birds? 1 There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand roads. Petals fell like tears, and lonely birds sang their sadness. 3. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. The grass grows by the stream alone, and the orioles sing in the deep trees. 5, the clear sky cranes row clouds, attracting poetry and fairies. 6. Crows in Bai Shu and osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng in the atrium. 7. A maid-in-waiting is like a palace full of spring, but only a partridge can fly today. 8. At dusk, the east wind and spring grass are green, and the partridge flies to Yuewangtai. 9. Fire is forbidden in rainy days, and it is cold. On the river, songbirds sit alone and listen. 10, fish out in drizzle, swallows slanting in breeze. 1 1, butterflies have been dancing, and songbirds just crow. 12, in the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach. 13, saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, and the monarch's cuckoo cries in spring. 14, birds fly high, lonely clouds go to leisure alone. 15, a long time ago, the place where the Yellow Crane carried the saints to heaven, but now there is nothing left but the Yellow Crane Tower.

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3. Ancient poems about birds

The clothes and snow of the egret Du Muxue were covered with jade, and the fish were caught in the shadow of the stream. Surprised to fly in the distance and reflect the blue mountains, a tree pear flower falls Xiaofeng.

Du Fu's two orioles sang in Liu Cui, a line of egrets went to the sky, and Xiling Qian Qiu Xuemenbo Wu Dong Wan Li boat.

Goose, goose, goose, bent neck, Xiang Tiange, white hair, floating green water, Anthurium, sweeping waves

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.

Bai Juyi in Qiantang River in spring.

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. 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.

Tianjingsha, Ma Zhiyuan, Qiu Si, withered vines and old trees, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

This poem about birds was written by Wang Wei, Wang Wangchuan and Hua Zigang. Birds are never poor, and the mountains are full of autumn colors.

Up and down the Huazigang, what a melancholy feeling. Wang Mulan and Chai Qiushan collected the remaining photos and chased the front couple with the birds.

When the color is green, there is no place to give the evening haze. Wang Wei, Huang Fu, Yue Yunxi, the birds are singing in the brook, and people are idle, and the night is quiet and spring is empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. Wang Wei's Lin Gaotai sent Li Ji's Lin Gaotai and Kawahara's Extreme.

The faint bird returns, and the pedestrian walks. Three of Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems have been seen in the cold plum blossoms, and the birds are heard again.

Looking forward to the spring grass, I am afraid of my previous life. Pei Di Wangchuan Mulan Village sunset, birds singing in the stream.

Yuanxi Road has deepened. When will you be happy? Twenty songs from Wangchuan, Pei Di, have been to Julie Pavilion and had a blind date with Taoism.

There are no mountain birds in and out of the world. Chu Guangxi's Four Poems in the South of the Yangtze River draws leaves by the stream and picks reed seedlings on the shore.

In order to cherish Yuanyang, gently animate the radial direction. Wang Changling sent Tan Ba to Guilin, the guest center is still in Chu, and the general is in Linxiang.

Don't worry about apes and birds, the cold weather is long and the water is long. Liu Changqing sent his son-in-law Cui and Li Mu to Yangzhou and took their young children to fish for the rest of their lives.

Be careful and tell the guests to return to China, not to mention Taoyuan people. Meng Haoran boarded Xianshan Pavilion and sent a letter to Zhang Shaofu, the first leader of Jinling. The wind is very strong, and Yun Fan is like a flying bird.

Try Zhang Yuxuan. Hans wants to come back. Meng Haoran Xiao Chun I woke up easily in this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night. Li Bai Koguryo's golden flower folds the hood, and the white horse returns late.

Dance with wide sleeves, like a bird from the east. Li Bai estimated that the sea passengers would sail the boat far away by the wind.

For example, birds in the clouds disappear without a trace. Li Bai's Seventeen Poems of Qiu Ge, an Ostrich in Autumn Brocade, is rare in the world.

Pheasants are too shy to wear sweaters. Li Bai's "Seventeen Songs of Qiupu" is about crossing the bird path and Jiang Zu making a fish beam.

The water is in a hurry, and the flowers are fragrant. Li Bai watches Mugua Mountain get up early to watch the sunrise, and the faint birds return.

Being in a foreign country has long been sour, not to mention facing the papaya mountain. Li Bai was drunk in Wang Hanyang Hall, and I flew south and north like a partridge.

When I was looking for Hanyang Order, I returned by drunken moon. Li Bai sits alone in Jingting Mountain, birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.

You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes. Li Bai sent himself to the wine without feeling guilty, and his clothes were full of flowers.

Birds are still scarce when you are drunk. Li Bai's wisteria tree wisteria hangs in the clouds, and the flowers are just right for spring.

Dense-leaved tibetan songs bird, fragrant wind keeps the United States. Wei Changmen missed the past, walked down a big tree alone and got to know each other from a distance.

This is a sad and eternal thing. I lean against the door at dusk. Wei looked at the South Tower at night, and in the dead of night, blackbirds moved in the forest.

There are no cities, only four mountains. Wei lived alone in the mound house, the mountains and moons were as bright as candles, and the wind and frost moved bamboo.

Birds are frightened in the middle of the night, and people leave windows alone. In Cen Can, Sanhui Temple is desolate, the wild temple is desolate, and the ancient trees are cold and sad.

There are birds on the empty steps, just like when making books. On the way, Guo Xiang's slogan (Lu Yi's poem) held jade for three dynasties and Chu for ten years.

There are flowers and birds in Luoyang every year. Du Fu's two quatrains: the bluebird in the river is too white, and the mountain is blue and white.

This spring is coming to an end. When will I go home? Du Fu's six quatrains: the shower brings the foot of the stream, and the oblique light turns to the waist of the tree.

The yellow birds in the nest close and the white fish jump. Du fu's six quatrains: the river moves the moon and moves the stone, and the stream circles the clouds and flowers.

Birds know the old road when they live and sail over their homes. One hundred untitled poems by Qian Qi and You Jiang (written by Xie Qian) started the birds on the sand and splashed the sunset spray.

No matter the fish in many places, you should guard against one eye.

5. Poems about birds depict birds.

(1) there is no "bird" poem.

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's "One-step Riverside Search for Aromatherapy"

When will the swallow return, and the peach blossom on the shore will be dipped in water. -Vae Fu's "Youchun Lake"

Lonely grass grows on the shore and orioles are singing on the trees. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.

In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake. -On the Lake by Vae Yuan Jie

In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day. -Wang Song Ling's "Send to Spring"

Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Don Du Fu's One Night Abroad

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. -Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon"

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"

"Two orioles sing on the top of green willows, and egrets reach the sky" —— Four-character Poems by Tang Du Fu

The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. -"Hunting" by Tang Wang Wei

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. -Zhang Song He Zhi's Song of the Fisherman

Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood. -Tang Du Fu's Three Songs of Qiangzhai (I)

I groaned at my own shadow, like a lonely wandering wild goose, resigned to fate and scattered in a tent for nine autumn. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Full Moon Feelings"

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. -Qiu Si of Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan

Can floating clouds and storks become tenants of our world? ? -Don Liu Changqing "To the Master"

The independent gate is sunny in the spring rain, and the white chicken flies and crows. -Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi

② Poetry with the word "bird"

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters 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. -Duan Fu, Zhao Haocuo, Tong Dankuo-by Liu Tang Zongyuan

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 back and forth 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"

6. Poems about Sunset and Birds Sunset overlooks Xie Tiao, and it is noisy, but the sun doesn't go.

The setting sun is sunny and cloudy, and the pillow is under the east window. The cold bosom is gradually like a bundle, and Qiuju does business.

Excuse me, when is this, Cool Huai Shuo Ma? Those who are injured and return to their twilight years and reconsider leaving home.

Love is not too much and there are too few cases. Since there is no bad government, we can rest in Luoyang society.

Looking at the lonely clouds in Ma Dai at sunset, take Wan Li Road. Miss me for a long time and leave home for a long time.

Trees in the sun are hidden in the distant mountains in autumn. I'm afraid to take pictures by the water for fear of being scared.

Tao (a sunset) looks at Meng Haoran's hometown and worries about the sunset, and homesickness urges each other. Outside his mountain, it is very cold and birds come at night.

Lost in the snow, lost in the balcony. Alas, it's so sad to sing who is the media.

Du Fu hangs a curtain hook at sunset, and the river is quiet in spring. Wheatgrass is on the shore, and firewood leans on the sand boat.

Birds are fighting for branches and flying insects are swimming around the yard. Whoever makes you confused will dispel thousands of troubles with one action.

At sunset, Prince Robin is blocked by quicksand in the north and Bashui in Huang Tu in the east. Once I say goodbye to my pea, Wan Li will run after the sand.

Waiting for the full moon, Genji repeatedly hollowed out. The wild is light and the gas is close, and the wind is clear and the smoke is clear.

Weary, poor battlefield. The river controls the accumulation of stones, and the mountain road is far away.

Aim high and be sincere, Bai Hong. If your kindness can be rewarded, the dragon sword is male and female.

The sunset recalls Li Bai in the mountains. After the rain, the smoke is blue, and the sunny days are scattered. The spring breeze comes back and makes the flowers in my yard bloom.

It's embarrassing to see the flowers wither when they fall. I would like to visit the famous mountains and learn to fly Dansha.

The setting sun returned to the empty mountain according to Obsidian's anonymous name, and the sun set. The round shadow crosses the peaks and peaks, and it enters the forest semi-regularly.

Yu Guangche is a group of people, divided into heavy valleys. Shi Jingming, rock light shines with it.

The birds have gone, and the evening smoke is bleak. Who knows this place is coming again, all for fun.

The sunset at night shines on the high platform, and the bells and horns are still ringing. How many times can I sell it? It's half my life.

Leaves flutter in the wind, and colors return to the air. Thinking about ancient personnel has become more dusty.

Clear sand, autumn, nameless lonely village, sunset, light smoke, old trees, western Western jackdaw. Under the small Fei Ying, there are green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Fan Zhongyan, a proud fisherman, has a strange scenery in Qiu Lai, but Hengyang Wild Goose didn't notice it. The four sides are connected with each other.

Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place.

People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears. On the autumn lake, snow shadows the setting sun, and smoke waves are everywhere.

Who wants to ask the East? Wang Wei's bicycle is another country that has lived for a long time. Levy Peng, return the geese to Wu.

The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.

The cultural relics of Du Mu Six Dynasties were even empty, and the sky was light and the clouds were idle. Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry.

In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset. Disappointed, I watch Fan Li every day, and there are five lakes in the East.

The roof of Bai Juyi Pavilion in Gaoting is too high to be demolished, and the owner regards it as the Western Hills. Looking at the oblique position of the sunset, a piece of spring haze reflects half a ring.

At night, Jiangcun overlooks the Dai Fugu River, where the sun is shining, the beach is flat, and fishing boats tilt when the tide ebbs. Bai Niao stood by the water and watched people start to walk into the reed flowers.

Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains See smoke in the mountains and sunset in the bamboo. Birds fly happily to the eaves and white clouds float out of the window.

In the evening of the village, Lei Zhen is full of grass and pond water, and the mountains are soaked by the sunset. Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.

Jinling watches high meditation in the evening, accompanied by clouds returning late, accompanied by sunset and autumn sounds; There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends, with blue mountains in the north and white water in the east.

Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave. After seeing Wang Nangui and Liu Changqing, I still waved my hand and sobbed in the mist on the water.

Because the flying birds disappeared into space and crossed a desolate green hill. But now, the long river, the lonely sail and the five lakes are shining with the light of spring in the sunset.

Along an island full of duckweeds, there will be peace of communication. Chen Xian resented the early setting in Qingchuan Liu Changqing, and was disappointed to be alone.

Birds fly far and near on the flat Ye Yuan, as if they were running with the water. May Baiyun bring my thoughts to friends thousands of miles away, and may the moon bring my sad thoughts to friends with the water.

The suffering of a friend's relegation is beyond words, like a river with lush spring grass. Night wind Yang Wanli Night wind is not allowed to distinguish the breeze, but it is allowed to hang the heavy curtain to the ground.

The sunset in Ye Ping is not covered by mountains, and the west window is red until the moon comes.

7. Poems about birds: Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets are driving orioles in the sky. In all the music they make from the trees, the weather is getting better every day. These birds live in harmony with each other. Respondents: Baomu Yushan | Grade 5 | June 2, 200917: 02 Birds are singing in the river, and Wang Weiren is enjoying the sweet-scented osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. I am slandered here by Ouyang Xiu, a singing bird. Every time I smell clever words, I should be sick.

Spring in the mountain city is bitter and lonely, and I always hate it without grace. Flowers bloom and birds talk, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death and friends with flowers and birds.

Flowers can smile at me, and birds advise me to drink without mercy. It's beautiful to drink at leisure, so as not to scatter birds.

The barren spirit is all along the banks of the Chuze River, and Li Sao is haggard and sad, waking up alone. The thrush Ouyang Xiu moves at will, and the mountain 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.

Farewell lover Li Bai, clear water does not move, peach blossoms come from the shore. Peach blossoms make water color, and waves shake spring color.

I like my son's beauty and my articles. The wind blows away the green harp, which is purple in curvature.

Once a fish in the water, now two birds. Mourning is a long crow, until five o'clock every night.

Fold the acacia tree and give it to your heart. Water under the bridge, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

There are birds at the end of the world, but there is no Hua Yao's voice. When Xishan Magpie just returned to China, she knew the opportunity by writing three empty maps and avoided flying in a stable place for a long time.

Just because I am never impartial, I congratulate my host at the window. In the mountains, it's just a rare bird, but I don't know much about it.

If you can explain what is happening in the world, Yantai will build thousands of dollars today. Stop him from getting into Chai Fei's net instead of stealing birds from the barn and turning them into fat.

Laierlin hall adds interest to the scenery and stays in the mountain fruit teaching. In Pian Yu, an egret Lutong carved it into an egret. He was anxious to grasp the balance.

When the sand is stuck in the sand, people don't know what idleness means. This spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.

-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.

-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" surprises the mountains and birds, and the sound is flowing in spring.

(Wang Wei: a bird in the stream) There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

(Du Fu: Spring Dream) In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. (Yu Haoran: Chun Xiao) Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

(Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: Drinking) Birds live with the mountain light here, and people's hearts touch peace in the pool.

(Chang Jian: "A Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple") The birds are high, and the lonely clouds are alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon door.

(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion") The cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is even more quiet. (Wang Ji: Entering Zoigexi) In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream.

-Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief.

-Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" surprises the mountains and birds, and the sound is flowing in spring.

(Wang Wei: a bird in the stream) There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue) Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

(Du Fu: Spring Dream) In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. (Yu Haoran: Chun Xiao) Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

(Du Fu: "Looking at Yue") The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming: Drinking) Birds live with the mountain light here, and people's hearts touch peace in the pool.

(Chang Jian: "A Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple") The birds are high, and the lonely clouds are alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain") Birds inhabit trees by the pool, and monks knock on the moon door.

(Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion") The cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is even more quiet. (Wang Ji: if you enter).

8. Poems describing birds 10 1. When the moon rises, the birds are shocked. They are singing in the spring stream. -Wang Wei

2. Birds and black kites. Ling Xu Xuan is dancing. -

3, the savage has no calendar day, and the birds sing at four o'clock: in February, the rules are heard, and spring ploughing is not too late; Smell oriole in March, young woman hungry silkworm; Rhododendron in April, silkworm on the cluster; In May, uncle crow, young seedlings worry about grass. -Lu you

4. Embroider feathers in spring and live in bamboo forests at dusk. -Gu Kuang.

5. Kingfishers come to gather. Repair instructions for vibrating wing. -Cai Yong.

6, the wings return to the birds, flying in the air. -Tao Yuanming

7, the wings return to the birds, lingering in the forest. -Tao Yuanming

Yellow bird Yellow bird, didn't land in □, didn't peck my millet. -The Book of Songs

9. Cross the yellow bird and stop at the spine. Who is Mu Gong? Ziche Yan Xi. -The Book of Songs

10, scared out of electricity, high powder wall, what sound and feathers. -Zheng Gu