Poems about getting up early and listening to cicadas singing birds.

Poetry about singing birds 1. Write poems about birds

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. -Vae Yuan Jie is on the lake.

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. -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"

Step 2 write poems about birds

1. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song 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: Hope in Spring)

In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are 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: "Looking at Yue")

6. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming: "Drinking")

Here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. (Chang Jian: "Zen Forest after Breaking Mountain Temple")

8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai: "Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain")

9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")

10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji: if you enter)

I can't bear the flowers, but I feel deja vu.

Peacocks fly southeast and wander for five miles.

Trees grow flowers, grass grows and warblers fly.

Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.

The geese are sad, but they are old acquaintances. -Li Qingzhao >

Yan Zi returns, and the West Building will be full tomorrow.

Fight for the ferry, fight for the ferry, and open the gull heron pool. -Li Qingzhao >

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

A crane in a clear sky will attract poetry to the blue sky. -Li Shangyin

Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly.

The grass in Nautilus Island is sad and sad.

The birds are exhausted, and the bow is hidden.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. -Li shangyin >;

Parrots can talk without leaving birds.

3. What are the poems about birds?

Ancient poems about birds

Du Mu, an egret

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.

4. Poems about birds

Draw a bird

(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. -Vae Yuan Jie is on the lake.

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 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"

5. Poems about birds

Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets are driving orioles in the sky. In all their music, the weather is getting better and better, and birds are still flying in the air. Interviewee: Baomu Yushan | Grade 5 | June 2, 200917: 02 Wang Wei's people in Birming Creek are idle with sweet-scented osmanthus, and the night is quiet and the spring 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.

Li Bai, a parting lover, the clear water does not move, and the 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, I am just a rare bird, and I don't know my heart.

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 are flying around 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 around 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 Zoigesi) 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 are flying around 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 around 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).

6. What are the poems about birds?

1. Clouds open and solitary birds fly out, while waves rise and Bai Ou sinks. -Tang Zhu Qingyu <; Leave Xuan Lu for Jingmen >

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 "Sacrificing the Holy System of Peace, Sending Master Zhang Jixian a Banquet and Giving 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"

7. The poem of listening to insects and birds in Tang poetry is

1, smell insects

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Insects are singing in the dark at night, and it is cloudy and rainy in autumn.

I'm afraid that people who are worried will sleep for a while and their voices will move closer to the bed.

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There are insects chirping in the dark at night, and it's autumn. It's raining outside and it's hard for people to sleep. That bug seems to be afraid of people sleeping for a while. The louder it is, the closer it is to my bed.

2, Hasegawa reading Sheba boy

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Insect sound and light are sparse, and cold medicine is thick at night.

You pity the guests and are still hard.

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Insects and dim lights, my family is so poor; Night cold medicine is strong, and my body is so weak. Standing alone, inseparable, I am so lonely; Only you, a poor bird with drooping wings, braved hardships and accompanied me.

3. China Nanshantian Bank

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Autumn is crisp, the autumn wind is white, and the pond is full of water and insects.

There is Yanyun root moss on the mountain, and the cold red tears are charming.

In September, the rice fork is deserted, and the firefly flies at a low angle.

Stone veins and flowing springs drip sand, and ghost lights are picturesque.

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The autumn wind swept, the autumn fields were bright and clean, the pond was deep and clear, and bugs were chirping in the grass. Mossy rocks, thick clouds floating. The autumn flowers with dewdrops are crying delicately.

In September, the rice in the wasteland is uneven, and fireflies with cold light are flying low on the inclined path. The spring water seeping from the crevices drops into the sand, and the jack-o'-lantern is like a painted lamp in the grave, and the pine forest is dotted with flowers.

4, more leaks, original intention

Qing Dynasty: Wang Fuzhi

The moon is slanting and the stars are sparse. No, autumn night is eternal. The voice is slow and ticking. Eyes do not fold easily.

Frost leaves fall, insects swarm, and thin wine is not drunk. What's going on in the world, the heart of a teenager. Clear and profound.

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A crescent moon hangs in the west, and the scattered stars shine brightly, but the autumn night is particularly long. The sound of dripping water from a leaky kettle reverberates in my ears, making it difficult to sleep.

Frosted leaves bend over, insects are chirping in the dark corner, and everything in autumn is so sad. How can a thin glass of wine alleviate my sadness? I am eager to serve my country, but I can't do it all the time. World affairs, be immersed in love with your children, can only be buried in your heart.

5. Send Wei XVI back to Suzhou

Tang Dynasty: Huangfu Ran

Autumn night in autumn, crickets are chirping, and crickets are chirping seriously.

Tomorrow you will return to piling by boat, and then, when you look back at Suzhou, you will only see a cloud of white clouds.

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On a dark night in autumn, I'll take you home. Crickets are chirping. Tomorrow you will return to Pirin by boat. At that time, when you look back at Gusu, you will only see a piece of white clouds.

8. Poems about birds (10 sentence)

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

-Tang Du Fu's "Looking for Riverside Fragrance Alone" When will Shuang Yan return, and the peach blossoms on the shore will be dipped in water. -Vae Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake" was born on the shore of the secluded grass, and there were orioles singing in the trees.

-Tang Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi Going to Chuzhou" Flower Sea Mangroves, Pinghu grass grows and flies. -Vae Yuan Jie's "On the Lake" In March, the residual flowers were more open and the eaves were swallowed day by day.

-Song Wangling's "Sending Spring" flies around, flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Tang Du Fu's "A Night Out" has no choice but to spend it. It seems that Yan is back.

-Yan Songshu's "Huanxisha" counts early warblers vying for warm trees, and young swallows pecking at spring mud. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight.

-Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon, Yangyang, Half Way, Holy Cockcrow in Space". -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

-Tang Du Fu's "Four quatrains" The eagle eye is dry and the snow is light. -Wang Tangwei's "Hunting" The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.

-Don Baijuyi Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. -Zhang Song He Zhi's "Fishing Songs" drove the chickens from the tree, and I heard Chai Jing.

-Tang Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village (I)" I am like a lonely goose moaning at my own shadow, and its words are scattered in tents for nine autumn. -Tang Baijuyi's "Looking at the Moon" is a dead vine and an old tree is faint.

-Ma Yuan Zhiyuan Qiu Si Floating Storks Can Be Tenants of Our World? ? -Don Liu Changqing's "Host" is independent. The spring rain is fine, and the white chickens fly to the branches to crow. -Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi (2) Poetry with the word "bird" surprises the birds on the moon and sounds 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 Hate of Erotic.

9. Poems about birds

1. Woodpeckers don't sing melodious songs like nightingales, nor are they as beautiful as thrushes. They only have pointed mouths and red feathers. Nor can we remind farmers' uncles to prepare for a bumper harvest like cuckoos. It's just, don't you think? Cuckoo can only remind, but can't really practice, while woodpecker only works to eliminate pests on trees and crops. By contrast, she is a doer! It doesn't like to show off like a magpie, but it treats trees with its sharp mouth every morning and makes a crisp sound, adding a little vitality to the silent forest.

This bird is very cute. It has green hair, a pair of big watery eyes, and looks at all of us curiously. Its small mouth is sharp, and its sharp claws are red and thin. Although small, it is strong and strong, which hurts the teacher's hand. The belly is white and full; The tail is tilted, with few feathers, but it is long, beautiful in color, a little white, a little black and a little gray, and there is a small black spot on the tip of the tail.

In this flock of pigeons, I like a pigeon with black and white feathers best. Every time I go to Uncle Wang Jun's house to see pigeons, I can't help feeling its soft and smooth feathers, especially the green fluff around my neck, just like wearing a green velvet scarf. I feel very comfortable.

Hummingbirds have gorgeous feathers. The feathers of the whole body are almost sapphire blue, and the feathers of the abdomen are pale yellow, dotted with small blue spots, more like wearing a nice shirt. Five or six hard feathers on the small tail are also beautiful, with pale yellow tips, dark middle and white handles. The feathers of the wings are very thin, really as thin as cicadas! So its wings can flap 50-70 times per second, which is amazing! Hummingbird's mouth is a small tube, like an embroidery needle, which is used to suck nectar. His eyes are big, black, round and bright. How clever.

Hummingbird is the smallest bird in the world, weighing only 1-2 grams, only the belly size of the little finger. If you put a little hummingbird in your hand, you can't see its true face at all. Today, I finally saw the true face of the hummingbird in a color photo with a magnification of 100 times. It is really a beautiful and magical bird.

6. Black feathers contain milky white feathers, the corners of the mouth and claws are red, the tail is like scissors, like a drawn sword, cutting the air into a gap and flying in the sky-swallows.

7. Today, I saw a bird on the pine tree in our school. Its eyes are red, like a pair of sunglasses. The feathers on its back and abdomen are more like ties. It also combs its feathers from time to time.

At first, "beauty" was strange to the new environment. It is in the cage, with frightened round eyes, looking around. When I feed it, it always flaps its wings against me and refuses to eat. I had no choice but to put the food in a cage and hide it to watch it secretly eat. I saw the "beauty" flapping its wings for a while, and then I didn't show up, so it straightened its chest, held its head up like a general, surrounded it, and made sure that the neighborhood was really safe before it began to lower its head to eat, but it was very alert and looked up from time to time.

9. At first, I played with birds as soon as I was free, and I thought the birds were cute. But after a few days, the bird gradually lost weight and its lively and lovely appearance disappeared. It sang in a hoarse voice, flapping its wings and flapping its cage desperately, looking so sad and painful. I think when a bird is caged, it loses its freedom and everything. It is eager to fly out of the cage, fly in the blue sky, play in the forest, participate in the chorus and be a happy bird.

10, they are all black, their eyes are green, and their feathers are fluffy, like young swallows. They seem to fly desperately in the rain, sometimes to the roof, sometimes to the branches. I found a bird soaked to the skin and kept practicing. I think they are brave, not afraid of hardship and fatigue. I want to learn this spirit of birds, practice my skills hard when I was a child, and fly high when I grow up.

1 1. My family adopted a beautiful bird. It's cute, its feathers are beautiful and its eyes are bright. Grandpa said it was a game bird. But its head is hurt. Before this, we didn't know that it was its head that was injured, but we just felt that it was no more energetic than other birds and always motionless. When I was sitting in a birdcage to observe it, I suddenly found that the bird's head was a little strange, and it was difficult to turn around, so I thought it was its head that was injured.

12 I couldn't help taking it out of the cage. It struggled in horror and looked at me with frightened little eyes, as if to say, please, let me go. I found that the feathers on its head were short and dense, and it felt very slippery. Its belly is falling together, its feathers are loose and soft, and it feels warm.

13, crow, although his singing is not as good as lark and oriole, his body is not as good as eagle, his speech is not as good as magpie and his beauty is not as good as peacock ... but his heart is the most beautiful. May all birds, including people, have a heart as beautiful as gold.

14, the bird's head is inlaid with a pair of small eyes like black gems, and its mouth is very long with its small nostrils on it. It has a few little fingers on its claws and a few small white hooks on its fingers, which are probably its nails.

15, Grandpa's family has a lively and clever bird. It is covered with colorful feathers, with a yellow mouth and orange claws. It's really beautiful.

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