Poems about birds in trees

1. There are many trees and rich herbs. (Cao Cao's "Watching the Sea")

We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")

3. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door. (Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion")

Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi's Liu Yong)

Just like the strong wind in spring, when the night comes, every tree is blooming. (Cen Can's Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)

6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Yellow Crane Tower, Cui Hao)

7. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. (Liu Yuxi's "The First Meeting in Yangzhou")

8. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves to be soft. (Yang Wanli's "Little Pool")

9. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. (Ma Zhiyuan, "Tianjingsha? Qiu Si ")

10. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Yan Shu's "The Recent Flowers")

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1. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)

There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue")

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")

5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")

6. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming's drinking)

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

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

9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion")

10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji's "Man Ruoxi")

2. Ancient Poetry 1 There are birds and trees at the same time "Returning to Birds, Part Two"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Wing wing returns to the bird, carrying the item and flying.

Although I don't want to swim, I see Lin Qingyi.

If you meet a cloud, you will return.

Sincere and leisurely in the distance, endless sex.

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The returning birds fly freely, fly freely. There is no ambition to travel far now, and I feel reluctant to part with it every time I see the jungle. Flying up and down because of the cloud resistance, calling each other and returning together. Although the road of Qingyun is attractive, it is hard to abandon the love of the nest.

2. Thrushcross

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.

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.

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Thrush birds are full of songs, flying in the forest with their own thoughts, and freely shuttling through the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers. Now I know: I once heard the cry of a thrush in a golden cage, which was far less than the free singing when I wandered in the forest.

3. The Returning Birds, Part I

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

Wing Wing returned to the bird and went to the Woods in the morning.

Eight tables are far away, and clouds are near.

The wind is not harmonious, and the heart is turned over.

Gu Zhuo sang, and the scenery obscured Qingyin.

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The homing birds fly freely and leave the nest and Woods in the morning. The sky is vast and free to fly, and rest near Yuncen. The warm spring breeze blows head-on, making your wings turn as you please. Watching the companions sing, the figure is hidden in the clear shade.

4. The Returning Birds, Part III

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

The wings return to the birds, and the training forest lingers.

Think of heaven, like old habitat.

Although there is no previous lover, but the voice is very harmonious.

In the evening, the air is clear and carefree.

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The returning birds fly freely and hover in the leisurely forest. Who wants to go to heaven and go back to the forest to like it? Although the former partner has left, the birds are singing harmoniously and happily. The dusk is fresh and refreshing, and you can play leisurely in the forest.

5. Fang Shu

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Li Shuang

Spring has come, and thousands of trees are competing to sprout new buds, swaying in the summer wind.

It is easy to wind in summer, and branches and leaves often block the footsteps of birds flying away.

Spring blossoms, summer comes, and leaves flourish at the end.

A wanderer who is far away from home wants to send peace home, but the road is so far, I am afraid I can't get there.

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It is windy in summer, and the lush leaves often block the birds from flying far away. Spring is full of flowers, summer is coming, and the leaves are lush like curtains. A wanderer who is far away from home wants to send peace home, but the journey is too long, fearing that he can't make it. Spring has come, and thousands of trees are competing to sprout and sway with the wind in the summer sun.

3. Wang Bo's poem about birds and trees 1, Pavilion Night Banquet-Wang Bo

Guiyu is secluded, and the mountain pavilion is cool at night. The forest is cold and solemn.

The southern bamboo is dark, and the lotus turns over the shadow of the northern pool. Qingxing never stopped, and Duan Lin filmed the first scene.

2. Wind-Wang Bo

Su Su is cool and beautiful, and my forest is clean. Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain.

There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love. The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.

3. Wang Bochun Banquet

I rode on a stone windowsill with lapels and listed myself in the spring. The sky is blue and the mountains are smoky, and the pine sounds are wild.

Shadows float outside the leaves, but before the fragrance falls. In Xingcha Tang Lin, it's getting late, and the heavy rocks raise the evening smoke.

4. Taoist Temple-Wang Bo

There is wisdom and light, full of scale. The green altar clears the laurel sill, and the Dan cave loosens its pivot.

There are three mountains in Yuli and five mountains in the golden box. You can't get it, but you can't get it.

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East Garden weeping willow path, west weir falling flower Tianjin. Looking for March, the scenery is absolutely adjacent.

Birds fly to the village to get sleepy, and fish play in the water to know spring. Chuqingshan's yard is noisy there.

15,-Wang Bo

Singing solo in the empty garden, spending spring at leisure. Eupatorium adenophorum invaded the diameter, and willow covered the long ditch.

Rain goes to flowers and wind goes to leaves. Mountain people do not hesitate to get drunk, fearing green and respecting the air.

16, namely-Wang Bo.

Clouds admire spring, and pine and bamboo grow old. Breaking the mountain and painting obstacles, the county sliding shed piano.

The south pavilion is full of grass, and the north courtyard is deep in flowers. Living in a leisurely place, you can smoke as you like.

17, Wang Bo Trace Temple

The lotus is full of beauty, and the pine cliff is full of holy toes. The old gold trace is shallow and the land is long and sparse.

Decadent China is facing a curve, and the shadow is thrown away. * * * she yuan, Russia regards the city as empty.

18, Wang Bo, a Taoist, appeared in the evening.

Jintan is sparsely populated, and there are many immortals in eastern Henan. The flowers are exposed at night, and the peaks are cloudy in Qing Ye.

Oblique photos move mountains and shadows, and there are essays back to the sand. The piano is waiting to be played, and the bamboo tree has been greeted.

19, diameter-Wang Bo

Xi's center is eight, and Yan Song swims nine immortals. Help Luo peep at the fog, climb the forest and lean on the clouds.

Lu 'an, representing the north, arrived, and cranes in western Liaoning rode around. Finally, I hope to get rid of the dust net and know the sky with my wings.

20. Back to the suburbs-Wang Bo

Leisure and hey, take a staff member to Yanquan. The grass is green for the new belt, and the elm is green for the old money.

Fish beds invade the shore water, and birds travel into the mountains. Going to the mansion again, flowers and trees are full of spring fields.

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Throw it under the mountain pavilion and carry the wine river beam. Narrow water and long mirrors, high flowers send fragrance.

Many songs are like songs, and butterflies dance. Drunk naturally, not just thinking about the light of the year.

4. 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, it knew the opportunity when it was empty, and it 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 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 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).

Write a poem about flowers, trees and birds 1. Poetry is everywhere, and things are always there —— Ling Mei of Song Dodge.

2. Flowers are flying all over the sky in Spring City —— Cold Food by Han Hong in Tang Dynasty.

3. If you fold a stick of incense in your hand, there should be nothing on the earth-Song of Manna by Wang Song Anshi.

4. The green poplar is lighter than the red apricot, and the branch is Man Chun-Qi's Lou Yuchun.

5. Spring can't keep the garden closed, but an apricot leaves the wall-Ye Songshaoweng's The Duty of the Garden

6. Waiting for the east wind is always spring-spring day in Song Zhuxi.

7. The flowers on the riverside are more fiery at sunrise, and the riverside is as green as blue in spring-Tang Bai Juyi's Memories of Jiangnan.

8. A little more green, a little more red, and the spring scenery is moving —— Wang Song Anshi's pomegranate flower poem.

9. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers —— Song Luyou's Spring Rain in Lin 'an Begins.

10. The shadow is horizontal, the water is shallow, and the fragrance floats at dusk-Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden by Song Linbu.

1 1. Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and spring is at the head of the stream —— Song Xin Qi Ji's Partridge Sky. Fu represents others.

12. The spring breeze is not lifted, and it is a blur-Song Yan Shu's Walking on the Beach

13. In February and March, grass and water are the same color —— Zhu Meng, an ancient poem by Jin Yuefu

14. There are many grasses in February in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is drizzling in spring-Song Zhongshu Shi's quatrains.

15. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun-Song Yang Wanli's "Seeing the Forest at Jingci Temple"

16. Flowers bloom helplessly, but Yan Gui is familiar-Shu's "Huanxisha"

17. It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that this flower is even less flowerless-chrysanthemum of Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty.

18. There is more green in the forest, and Xiao Lei hides a little red-Jin Yuanhao asked "the same generation of unopened begonia"

19. Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Song Anshi's "Dengguazhou"

20. Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, and the lotus leaf is his! -Jiangnan, a folk song of Han Yuefu.

2 1. Xiao He has just exposed its sharp horns, and a dragonfly has long stood on its head-Xiao Chi in 53 Songyang Bay.

22. The leaves are dry and the rain is dry, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind and the lotus blow at one stroke-Song Zhou Bangyan's Su Lian Gai.

23. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors-The Singing Willow by Don Ho Zhang Zhi.

24. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February-Tang Du Mu's "Mountain Walk"

25. There is grass in the sea —— Reading History's Dead

26. wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high-Don Bai Juyi's Biegu Cao.

27. The light rain in the sky is crisp and the grass is far and near-Tang Hanyu's "Light Rain in Early Spring"

28. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. But now I remember that night, that storm, and I wonder how many flowers were broken! Don. Meng Haoran's Spring Dawn

29. Cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is more hidden. -Southern Dynasties. Liang Wang Ji's "If you are happy"

30. The birds in the river are not only white, but the mountains are blue and white-two quatrains of Tang Du Fu.

3 1. There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and there is a duck prophet-Shi's Seven Eight in the spring water heating. Riverside night view "

32. Flowers are getting more attractive, but shallow grass can have no horseshoes-Tang Baijuyi's spring outing in Qiantang Lake.

33. I can see butterflies deeply and fly slowly-two Qu Jiang by Tang Du Fu.

34. There are clouds in the clear sky and poems in the blue night —— On Liu Yuxi's autumn poems