Poems about flowers attracting butterflies.

Poems about flowers and butterflies 1. Poems about butterflies

1, the song of Chang Gan by Tang Li Bai

Excerpts from the original text:

Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.

Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.

Explanation:

Moss is too thick to clean, leaves fall and autumn comes early. In August, Huang Die was flying, and both of them flew to the grassland of Xiyuan.

2. Tang Wang drives "rainy and sunny"

Excerpts from the original text:

Before the rain, there were flowers in the flowers, but after the rain, there were no flowers in the leaves.

The butterfly flies over the wall, which is suspected to be the spring scenery next door.

Explanation:

Stamens can be seen when the flowers first open before the rain, but there are no flowers among the green leaves after the rain. Bees and butterflies have flown to the other side of the wall, and they suspect that spring scenery is in the neighbor's yard.

3. Two Qujiang Poems by Tang Du Fu

Excerpts from the original text:

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

The scenery of language is fluid, which is not contrary to the temporary reward.

Explanation:

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!

4. Don Huang Chao's Chrysanthemum

Excerpts from the original text:

The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.

If I were Di Qing next year, I would report to Taohua.

Explanation:

Autumn wind is rolling and chrysanthemums are swaying in the garden. The stamens are full of chill, and butterfly bees are hard to come. One day, I will become a spring god, and I will arrange chrysanthemums and peach blossoms to bloom together in spring.

5. This is the Qingming by Tang Menghao-ran.

Excerpts from the original text:

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The carriage creaked on the road, and the outskirts of Liucheng were lush.

Flowers bloom, grass grows and birds fly in pairs.

Sitting in the empty lobby, reminiscing about the past, drinking tea instead of drinking.

Explanation:

The annual Tomb-Sweeping Day in Beijing makes people feel sad and nostalgic. The carriage is noisy on the road, and the willows on the outskirts of Dongcheng are green. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and warblers fly, and butterflies play in pairs. Sitting in the empty lobby, recalling the past, replacing wine with tea, drinking and chatting.

2. What are the poems praising butterflies?

1, outside the cicada dust, butterfly dreams of Shui Yunjian. -"Water Tune Songs Pan Xiangjiang River" Xiaoxiang, Zhang Song

High-spirited and carefree, like a cicada shedding its shell in muddy mud and floating outside the dust in autumn, or like a village turning into a butterfly, 3231313353236313313136353333.

2. After a light rain, the thin wings were greasy with smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers. -"Looking at Butterflies in the South of the Yangtze River" Ouyang Xiu in the Song Dynasty

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.

3, Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are low. The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's Seven Poems on Finding Flowers by the River (6)

The flowers in the yellow silk girl covered the path, and thousands of flowers bent lower and lower from the ground. The colorful butterflies in the fragrant flowers have been dancing, and the free and soft oriole just cried with joy.

4, the hedge is sparse and deep, and the tree head is not cloudy. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. -Yang Wanli's New Town Xugong Store in the Song Dynasty

The fence is sparse, a path leads to the distance, the petals on the tree fall one after another, and the new leaves have not yet formed a shade. The child ran after the yellow butterfly quickly, but the butterfly flew into the cauliflower and could not be found again.

5. Breaking the dream of Zhuang Zhou, driving the east wind with two wings, 300 gardens, one mining and one empty. 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. —— "Drunk in the sky, singing big butterflies" Wang Heqing of the Yuan Dynasty

I broke Zhuang Zhou's dream and came to reality, with huge wings driving the mighty east wind. The nectar of 300 famous gardens has been collected, but it is a natural romantic species, which scares away the bees that collect honey. The wings flapped gently, and all the flower sellers crossed the east of the bridge.

3. Ancient poems about butterflies

butterfly

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.

butterfly

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.

Pimp a 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?

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.

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?

Cold bee picking chrysanthemums

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.

Inlaid harp

Don

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.

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

Tijinhua

Tang rongyu

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

Bright red is invisible to beautiful women, but butterflies will come early.

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.

See 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.

Jianghang

Don Yu Xuan Ji

The great river embraces Wuchang oblique, and there are thousands of households in Parrot Island.

It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.

Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island.

I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui.

There is a real mother's grave.

Tangzhanghu

The Buddha buried Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.

The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.

peony

Tang peishuo

A few flowers are beautiful, and peaches and plums are peaceful.

I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.

This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring.

Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.

Begonia

Tangzhenggu

Spring breeze is intended to be even in color and can be sold with poems and songs.

It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open.

Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing.

I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches.

Zhuhe Liu Yun

Don

Bai, go home by car.

Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.

The glass is full of dew and empty.

Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a Pisces.

Send dou bing Cao

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Pears bloom all over the garden, and girls wear robes. When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home.

The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu. No wedding, watch butterflies fly.

4. What are the poems about butterflies and flowers?

1, gold

Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings.

Every flower has a youthful interval.

Saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies,

The king's longing for spring is crying in the cuckoo.

2. Qingling Hua Ting

(Tang) Li Shangyin

The sunlight at Qinling Station is oblique,

Eternal chastity is the soul of Moxia.

Don't be surprised that Han is a butterfly.

Fly to other flowers.

3. Jiang Xing

Yu (Tang Dynasty)

The great river embraced Wuchang Oblique,

Thousands of families in Parrot Island.

Painting ge chunmian is not enough,

Dreams seek flowers for butterflies.

4. Sunny scenery

(Tang) Wang Jia

Before it rained, I saw the stamens in the flowers.

There are no flowers on the leaves after the rain.

Butterflies fly over the wall,

It should be suspected that spring scenery is next door.

5. Are there any poems about butterflies?

Butterfly flies to the Tang Dynasty and Five Dynasties-Li He

The clouds in Huayang in spring are very hot.

The tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.

Master butterfly flies west,

The white knight came back today.

Teasing sequence

Hu Die, Hu Die,

Fly to the golden branches and jade leaves.

In front of you, dancing in the spring breeze,

Peach trees in Venice are red.

Mangrove, mangrove,

Yan Yu warbler crows at dusk.

Source:

China's Poetry-Tang and Five Dynasties-Wang Jian

Lv Zugao of Pujiang wrote the poem "On Sishan Road": "Pink Huang Die hedges, and people hang wine flags on the hills. The drizzle makes the sleeves thin, and the guest knows that it is a chrysanthemum.

Sorrow is like a squid, always knowing the night, laziness is busy with butterflies for spring.

There is still participation in a person's visit to Shanjia. The hut is diagonally separated by pine leaves. The host didn't open the door when he heard this, and flew to Huang Die around the hedgerow potherb. -Sun Tzu Zuo Fu's "Looking for a Mountain Residence"

Huang Ji said a literati poem: "Du Fu's throat is cold, and Hua Meng Xiang."

butterfly

The first butterfly in spring

Orange and purple.

Fly briskly across my road

A flying flower

What changed my life?

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Source:

Appendix-Selected readings of foreign literature-Selected readings of world famous poems-Canada-Michael Brock

6. Butterfly Poetry

butterfly

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.

butterfly

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.

Pimp a 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?

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.

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?

Cold bee picking chrysanthemums

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.

Inlaid harp

Don

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.

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

Tijinhua

Tang rongyu

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

Bright red is invisible to beautiful women, but butterflies will come early.

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.

See 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.

Jianghang

Don Yu Xuan Ji

The great river embraces Wuchang oblique, and there are thousands of households in Parrot Island.

It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.

Fireworks have entered the cormorant port, and the painting is still along Nautilus Island.

I don't even feel drunk. I'm surprised at Hanshui.

There is a real mother's grave.

Tangzhanghu

The Buddha buried Luo Yi, and the lonely soul returned here. Dancing is a butterfly dream, and singing thanks to the flying shrimp.

The green hair is facing the clouds, and the green moth is slightly jathyapple. A sad flower falls, and there is no hatred in spring.

peony

Tang peishuo

A few flowers are beautiful, and peaches and plums are peaceful.

I have never seen poverty, but I don't want to make it out of nothing.

This thing is priceless, and it has a unique name in spring.

Swimming bees and butterflies are affectionate.

Begonia

Tangzhenggu

Spring breeze is intended to be even in color and can be sold with poems and songs.

It's best to have a fresh rain when the wind is sunny, and it's about to open.

Mochow was lazy at the window, and Liang Guangdan was late in writing.

I'm drunk and can't get enough of it. I admire his butterfly branches.

Zhuhe Liu Yun

Don

Bai, go home by car.

Hawthorn trees are fragrant in the river, and butterflies fly on the shore.

The glass is full of dew and empty.

Zhu Lou is connected with water, and the sand warms a Pisces.

Send dou bing Cao

Tangli section

Pears bloom all over the garden, and girls wear robes. When you hear your lover complaining, you should hurry home.

The Imperial Bridge is warm at night, and there are few early warblers in Guandu. No wedding, watch butterflies fly.