Ancient poems about swallows

In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and their new swallows peck at the soil in spring.

Endowed with swallows

Tang huangfuran

What's the hurry? If you are interested in eaves.

Blow the wind to every distance, with rain, and open it sideways.

You cut apricot beams and want to go every year.

Wan Yan

Tang Bai Juyi

Birds are young and Qiu Yan is lonely.

It's almost time to go to the club, so what does this title mean?

If you don't realize the later stage, you will need more construction.

Things in the world are the same, not just bird's nest.

Xinyan

Tang Cheng Yanxiong

As long as you leave the island and stay by the river, you should dream of singing and be a close neighbor.

There are still some people in the gallery who haven't come back.

Guiyan

Don du fu

Not only to avoid frost and snow, but also like a rare couple.

It's not chaotic at four o'clock. I'll know in August.

Spring scenery visits each other, and the chicks still know the opportunity.

Therefore, the nest will never die, and it will fly to its master.

Cunsheyan

Dondum

Han Palace 145, put more bead curtains and close the windows.

In summer, there will be half of the places camping in the cave, and Mao Yan smokes in two languages.

Double swallow

Don du fu

Travel food surprised Shuang Yan, bit mud into this hall.

Should avoid dryness and dampness, return to cold.

It takes a long way to adopt a son.

This autumn, heaven and earth are here, and I am far away from other places.

Guiyan

Dondum

The gallery is full of songs and dances, and people who go to the club don't watch it.

The dragon is the companion of Jiang Loushi, but he still needs to lean on the fence at dusk.

Chunlaiyan

Don Du Xunhe

My house is too low for you. I know how wide it is.

Beard chose a safe nest, but when his nest was built, he felt uneasy.

Yanlai

Tangweizhuang

Last year, I left my nest and bid farewell to my neighbors. Today, I was stunned by the new thatched cottage.

Flowers should ask each other, not the old owner in the village.

swallow

Don Li Shanfu

Every year is the same hard work, and everyone seems to have feelings.

I am proud to fly in spring, and I hear the sound of the night.

All the feathers are strong and Jiang hates, so he backs off and chases Han Qing.

Good home gold bullets, pollution-free carving.

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Tangliqiao

The goddess waited for Chen to arrive, mysterious and blue.

When it rains, it dances in the spring breeze.

Celebrate the side carving aperture, in the double flying green curtain.

Don't leave your paws in surprise, or you will miss the Wu Palace.

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Tang Lizhong

The home smells of colorful mud, and the nesting is too busy.

Noisy beauty daydreaming, two people are still carving beams.

Chunyan

Don

For a long time, whispering outside the window, as long as the beauty rolls the embroidered curtain.

The building has become a must-celebrate, and the high gate is frequently entered.

Butterfly fragrance dances among the flowers, and the spring mud by the river carries rain.

I have lived for several years, eager to win the roof for him.

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Don Qin Taoyu

I don't know if the building is empty, but the frequency has reached the corner.

I once talked to a beautiful woman, but I gave up embroidery time several times.

Autumn Yan

Donskontu

Fly up the incense dust, pity the canal only to solve the dependence.

After winter, it's near the deep furnace, so why go back to Qianyan?

Yan Yong

Don Zhang Jiuling

Haiyan is weak. It will come in spring.

I don't know that mud is cheap, so I can only watch Yutang open.

Embroiderers go in twice, and Hua Xuanri comes back several times.

Haiyan doesn't want to fight for power and profit, and hawks don't have to be suspicious of slander.

Yan Yong

Don

The stone body is still heavy, but the strength of holding mud is still weak. I've never been to the first place, flying in pairs.

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Tangzhenggu

Last year came and went, and the cold spring smoke passed Xiaoxiang.

Fly low in the plum rain on the green shore, and enter the red chamber to pick apricot beams.

A few idle inkstones peep at the shallow water, and the mud in the falling flower path stinks.

A thousand words, no one will know, and chasing the warbler over the short wall.

Yan's name is Liu Sao.

Bai Juyi

There is Shuang Yan on the beam, a male and a female.

Between two rafters, a nest gave birth to Si Er.

Si Er is a long day and night, and the voice of asking for food is diligent.

Caterpillar is not easy to catch, and the yellow mouth has no heyday.

Paws are eager for us, but they are not tired.

For a moment, I was afraid of hunger in my nest.

After 30 days of hard work, mom's skinny chicken is getting fatter and fatter.

Muttering, brushing sweaters one by one.

Once the wings are formed, lead them to the branch of the court.

Raise your wings and fly in the wind without looking back.

Men and women sing in the air, but their voices don't return.

But to enter the empty nest and sing all night.

Yan Yan, don't be sad, but think about yourself.

Imagine yourself as a young day, flying high and carrying your mother.

At that time, my parents thought that I should know today.