A modern poem about flowers attracting butterflies.

Modern poems about butterflies 1. Write modern poems about butterflies.

Butterfly (prose poem) Wen/Lin Tian (1) A butterfly represents the dreamland and is the realm of Zhuang Zhou; It is Liang Zhu's obsession that two butterflies place their love; Then, what about the swarms of three, four, five, six or even countless butterflies? What do they mean? (2) ... where were you that night? On that sunny evening, where were you when the sunset slanted on the shoulders of distant mountains and the sunset covered half the sky? Are you sitting quietly on the grass embankment stretching thousands of miles along the river with your knees? The sunset glow is monotonous rust red, and its heavy wings suddenly ring in mid-air. A group of butterflies-a group of golden butterfly wings flying on a crimson background.

The sunset glow leaked from the gap in the wings and fell into my eyes, just like a dream. Golden wings and crimson sunset glow flicker back and forth in my pupils, just like a bonfire lit by a hunter in the jungle on an autumn night ... (3) You fly out from the depths of a small forest with a gentle and shy smile on your lips. You throw yourself into my warm arms, just like a tired stream pouring into a deep pool. I put the flowers of the four seasons in your black hair, but you looked up and asked me, can a song that is out of tune still be called a song? (4) In the foggy dusk, I slowly put away my smile. Why should I break my fragile cocoon shell? Don't you know I'm slowly changing? Maybe, maybe after tonight, I can grow a pair of beautiful wings and fly in the sun as you long for? Those butterflies, wearing golden coats, like a golden cloud, stopped gathering in the sky behind them.

I stood there having nightmares, watching butterflies float in circles like fallen leaves, and gradually lost my back ... (6) You took my arm out of the rain lane, then melted in the endless rainy season outside the lane, and the twisted lights slipped gently, just like all the butterfly shadows in my memory. Butterfly (Poetry Group) (1) You are my butterfly with two wings. Are you a butterfly that can't penetrate my loving eyes? You are my butterfly. The box is full of my excessive love. It seems that time has nailed you to a silver needle, and you can't escape my persistent love for you. You are my butterfly, thinking of two people. How can you be a butterfly that can't escape the dream I hate? You are the butterfly in my palm. With tears in my eyes, I regret loving you. I can't seem to forgive that I can't swing my cracked wings. I am not a butterfly. I don't understand that I'm not a butterfly. I can't fly and I won't die in the box of love. (2) On one occasion, you danced in front of everyone with beautiful posture.

-small lead you are always dancing out of thin air. Sunrise is always behind you. Clouds always splash into maple leaves, like blood coagulation burying your shadow. You always perch on the maple tree, and a blind game is born. The moonlight is always brighter in the broken clouds, like a field that dazzles you, flying to the dead maple sword, piercing your heart and sucking your blood dry. You always shake your dead wings, as if you want to fly. (3) Later, I dreamed that I was boating with you on the Lijiang River arm in arm-a boat was floating among the green mountains and green waters, holding your hand in the boat and picking you up on the mountain. Your figure was in my mouth, and a butterfly was dormant in my heart. I bowed my head, lifted the water of the Lijiang River and brushed away the tired world of mortals. I look at your beautiful image in the water and think that Yuyao, which is not heavy, is 30 thousand feet away from you, and I can't find you even in a thousand years. I invite you to take me to the Butterfly Palace and turn it into a gray butterfly. (4) The butterflies that used to dream of dancing with the bright moon in the pool are gone-the ancient desolation of the butterfly pool in Xiaoyintan passes through the maple leaf door and the butterflies fly, so the red butterflies can't fly back. Even if the maple tree is like Millennium serum water, it washes away a red dust, combs a bow in memory by stepping on the clear water in the moonlight pool, and looks for the red that will never fade. -There is a picture of nothing growing on the wall of Little Silver North House. At the door, the old man stared at the sky in confusion. Occasionally, birds pass by, leaving only weeds, silently looking for directions, but everywhere is desolate. There used to be butterflies flying in the noise, happiness was wings, but children didn't remember pain. It was the grass that swam around in the grass dream, enjoying the sad time of the scattered old people and quietly came to the door. Curtains under the eaves cover the walls of the North House. There is a window in the north room, which falls to the ground through the light and turns into frost. I think the past is different from the laughter and hurt I used to have ... imagine. ...

2. Poetry about butterflies, preferably modern poetry (you can do it yourself as long as you are good).

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.

The bright red is not seen by the beauty, but the butterfly tries to know it 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.

Sorry, modern poetry can't be compiled.

3. Write modern poems about butterflies

1, "A Dead Butterfly" All the colors in life are like a dead pale butterfly, falling into the endless darkness of death, falling into my hands and turning into eternal meditation.

I picked up a yellow leaf, gently wrapped the dead butterfly and buried it in a hundred flowers ... In a stagnant world, a dead butterfly, a withered leaf and a bunch of brilliant flowers are all the same. 2. You flew out from the depths of a small forest with a gentle and shy smile on your lips. You throw yourself into my warm arms, just like a tired stream pouring into a deep pool.

I put the flowers of the four seasons in your black hair, but you looked up and asked me, can a song that is out of tune still be called a song? Oh, butterfly, are you an angel sent by God to call me? I smiled when I saw you, but my heart was crying. I lied to God, and I was afraid that God would find out. Oh, butterfly, can I make an appointment with you? I tell you my secret, and you tell me yours. In the name of my life and your wings, we will never tell each other's secrets to anyone.

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Butterfly Dream begins at dusk in an empty garden, but I'm not alone. Cui Xiang hides high willows and red-violet brushes water clothes.

After that, two flowers flew from the wind butterfly. Send it to people you know, and you will never violate it.

Butterflies often fly in pairs among flowers, and two butterflies become symbols of loving couples. This poem is the earliest existing butterfly poem expressing love. The poet sent a message by butterfly, hoping that all shall be well.

The combination of butterfly and lover reflects the pain of separation between women and lovers, which became the basic writing method of funeral march in Tang and Song Dynasties. Baidu Encyclopedia-Poems on Butterflies.

4. Modern poems depicting butterflies with one hand.

There is a very beautiful butterfly called angel kiss.

Because she likes to fall on people's heads, she leaves immediately with a kiss and then flies to the bright sunshine.

When the spring is chilly, I wander in the garden, and there are only a few flowers in bud, which is far from daydreaming. You suddenly came with bright sunshine, your wings trembled with the spring breeze, and your tentacles were infected with heat. At first, I didn't notice that it slipped quietly from the flowers like a shower of flowers. You kissed me and waited for me to react. You have drifted away. I chased you from near to far. You filter the sunlight into seven colors, and you interpret life as flying. Soaring in your hovering air, spring water flows, flowers bloom for the second time, bees are picking flowers and honey, but you are picking flowers. I touched my head and fingers, and the fragrance overflowed, like the baptism of holy water. Your home is in the sky, and there is your paradise. I just didn't expect anything from you when you were happy, but your little insight inspired my next direction in life. If I can become a butterfly, I want to fly with you.

5. 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

Lofty and free and easy, such as Qiu Chan shelling in the mud, floating outside the dust, or like Zhuang Zhoumeng butterfly, floating in the land of light water and idle clouds.

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, the two wings drive the east wind, and 300 gardens are mined and emptied. The nectar in 300 gardens is empty, but it is 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.

6. Butterfly modern poetry

Butterflies fly to Li He and Huayang, the spring clouds are hot and the tortoise shell screen is intoxicating.

The master butterfly flies west, and the white riding child returns today. Butterflies are full of red eyes and fascinated to the threshold.

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. Jade butterfly heard that she left in the autumn wind, and the passer-by did not return.

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, Xu Yin's misty caterpillars, shed their shells gently, and it rained heavily.

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. Butterfly Three moths in Xu Yin cocoon are not difficult, but where there are flowers, there is a way.

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 bees gather chrysanthemums, swim in the clear sky and seek fragrance from 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. Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with 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. Rongyu bought Hibiscus plants with her own money, and it took her two years to blossom.

The bright red is not seen by the beauty, but the butterfly tries to know it early. In spring, Wei Zhuang suddenly felt that the scenery in the East was getting late, and the wild plum trees were 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. Watching the rain in the boat Dai Shulun listening to the rain at the beginning of 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. Jiang Xuan Ji Jiang embraces Wuchang Oblique, in front of thousands of households in Nautilus 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. The title of the true mother's tomb is to bury Luo Yi in Buddhist soil, where the lonely soul returns.

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. Several peony plants in Peshuo want beauty and are in harmony with peaches and plums.

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. The spring breeze of Haitang Zheng drum is intended to be uniform in color, so it can be sold with poems and poems.

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. Li Hebai chased his horse home.

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 Duan to the pear garden, and the girl will wear Luo's clothes.

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. Sorry, modern poetry can't be compiled.

7. Poems about butterflies

Butterfly is a beautiful insect. Its charming appearance, graceful posture and graceful dancing are favored by people, which can arouse the association of poets and stimulate their creative desire. Xie Yi, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, wrote more than 300 poems about butterflies in his life, named "Xie Butterfly", which is really a butterfly infatuation.

In the poet's eyes, the butterfly's shape, its love, its play and dance, its life and death are all great. Write about its life: "Dead moths enter the chemical machine like silkworms, and the branches of cocoons are like hemp fibers." Suddenly give up more Hua Die, learn to fly before your wings are dry "(Song and Fan Chengda's Butterfly); Write his play: "A hundred feet of gossamer compete for trees, and a group of beautiful birds cry for flowers. "There are thousands of colors on the butterfly side, and thousands of colors on the green tree and silver platform" (Tang Lu Zhao Lin), "Flowers are low and leaves are new and small, flying a bunch of things" (Tang Bai Juyi); Write its shape: "The eyebrows are curled and the wings are dizzy." When the flowers first bloom, the ghosts suddenly disappear "(Su Dongpo's Ghost Butterfly)," It snowed in Guo Xiqian in the old days, and it was a group wind to participate in butterflies "(Xie Yi in the Northern Song Dynasty); The dexterity of writing it: "See in the flowers, Ye Fei is uneven" (mourning for Liu Xiao in the Southern Dynasties), "Children are scrambling to chase Huang Die and fly into cauliflower" (Yang Wanli); Write about their love: "See in a flower, two people fly against each other" (five generations of Zhang Bi). Butterfly poems are more beautiful and fragrant.

Poets not only write about butterflies, but also like to give them a breath. Some people compare butterflies to affectionate sons: "talent is frivolous" and "talent is romantic life"; Some people compare the butterfly to a pretty woman: "Learn Chinese characters to find a temple, Zhao Jun to find an old village" (Li Shangyin's Butterfly); Some people even call butterflies, warblers, swallows and bees "four friends in flowers", which outlines the dynamic beauty of the world of flowers and makes butterflies more individual. Zhang Ailing, a contemporary writer, wrote better: "Every butterfly was once the ghost of a flower, and it flew back to the flower to find its own ghost." Here, flowers are butterflies, and butterflies are flowers.

Because the dancing of butterflies is graceful, it is quite easy to remind people of illusory dreams, so there is a saying "Wan Li in a butterfly dream", wandering around the world, the butterfly dreams and seems to return; Some people simply integrate into the butterfly dream: "A hundred years and 36,000 days, the butterfly dream is a spring." There is even Zhuang Zhou, I don't know if it is "Butterfly Zhuang Zhou or Zhuang Zhou becomes a butterfly". After Liang Zhu died, he became a butterfly, and both of them danced among the flowers. How free!

Among the flowers, birds, insects and fish, butterflies are undoubtedly the lucky ones. It is not only sung, sung, portrayed and portrayed by people, but also cared for by people. This is really a "but his favor has been concentrated on one person for three thousand years." "The dew is heavy and deep, and the wind is high and temporary. Under the fragrant tree in Nanyuan, sparrow has the best chance. " Love is beyond words.

The butterfly dance flowers are beautiful and pleasing to the eye, and the butterfly dance poems are full of ups and downs and interesting. Poetic and picturesque, butterflies dance, which is really a great scenery in the world.

8. Poems about butterflies (beautiful sentences)

Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with 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.

A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone. (The second couplet, in general, the past is like smoke) "Spring Festival Evening" Cui Tu (Tang) is ruthless and sends the east wind.

The butterfly dreams of Wan Li, and the azalea blossoms in the third night of last month. The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.

Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera? This poem vividly and poetically expresses the feelings of cherishing spring and homesickness with beautiful language and neat meter. ) "Proud Poetry" Li Shangyin wants to fight for the butterfly, but he has not thanked the catkins. (Writing lively teenagers chasing butterflies and catching catkins) "Eight Miscellaneous Poems" (gold) Zhang Xie reported to the border town and bound the brigade.

Get off the bus like yesterday and look at four or five dollars. May I ask when this is? Butterflies fly to the South Garden.

I love Laopu, and I miss Laoshan. Fu Jian * The more clothes she wears, the more beautiful she will be.

The local wind is safe for a reason. "Hatred with the Lord Gilbert" (Southern Dynasties) Xie Tiao flowers falling butterflies, wind curtain into Shuang Yan.

Poetry of Love in Spring (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai's face is covered with dust, and butterflies are beautiful. Two Ancient Poems (Part II) (Southern Dynasties) Liang Wudi flies two butterflies, which are different in height.

"Two Poems of Qujiang" (II) (Tang Dynasty) Du Huiri wore spring clothes and Jiangtou was drunk every day. Alcohol debt is common, and he is 70 years old.

I can see butterflies wearing flowers deeply, dragonflies flying slowly with water, and the scenery where information flows is the opposite of temporary companionship. [Water Regulation] (Pan Xiangjiang River) (Song Dynasty) Zhang Xiaoxiang paid me for this matter, and it was clear in June.

Beyond dust, butterflies dream of water and clouds. [Si Jiake] (Song Dynasty) Wu Wenying lost his butterfly without a shadow, his dream sank, and Leng Xiang closed his heart.

"The Later Day" (Southern Dynasties Liang) Willow leaves on the bank of Xiaogang, peaches falling thin in front of the window. Mosaic butterfly powder, bamboo dragonfly beads.

Liu Lingxian (female) sings orioles in leaves and plays orioles among butterflies. "The Red Cherry Blossoms on the Manjiang River" (Southern Song Dynasty) Xin Chongji's butterfly never scatters a thousand miles of dreams, and the sub-discipline is called Breaking jathyapple.

It is rare to persuade people to return to their pillows. (I hope Wang Shibei misses his hometown) "Qingling Taiwan" (Tang) Li Shangyin's "Qingling Taiwan" is set in the sun, and the soul is full of love through the ages. Mo Jing is a butterfly that flies to other flowers.

Poems of Li Yishan and Ode to Butterflies (Northern Song Dynasty) Xie Yi loves catkins and sometimes sees them. Where can I find them when I dance into a pear flower? The warm wind in Jiangtian Spring Festival Evening is fine, and the flower sellers cross the bridge one by one.

(Xie Yi wrote 300 butterfly poems, with the name Xie, "yu zhang's Poems") "Poems of Zhi Zhu in the South of Jingnan" (Qing Dynasty) Shi Chengyu went to the barren platform, and the spring breeze grew wild. Peach blossoms on the mountain are as red as fire, and two butterflies fly again.

Butterflies often gather in Liang Zhu's tomb in Ningbo and Zhu Yingtai's reading room in Yixing. The local "Double Butterfly Festival" was held on the first day of the third lunar month (Zhu Yingtai's birthday) and the "General Star" (Tang Dynasty). Yujiang county embraces Wuchang Oblique, and there are thousands of households in Nautilus Island. It is not enough to draw a picture of Ge Chunmian, but also to dream of finding flowers for butterflies.

The last two sentences are about the charming spring scenery on the river. Although I was in a dream, I felt emotional. Fantastic ethereal, vivid.

"Sunny Sky Scene" (Tang Dynasty) Wang saw flowers in the flowers before driving away the rain, but there were no flowers in the leaves after the rain. Butterflies flying over the wall should be suspicious of spring scenery next door.

"Butterfly Love Flowers" Liang Jianwen's butterfly returns, and two flowers fly; Sending a message to know each other will never violate it. Yong Yingtai becomes a butterfly sentence (Song) Xue Xiuxuan's butterfly dance condenses the mountain god, and the flowers bloom like jade.

"Looking for Flowers Alone by the Riverside" Tang Du Fu lingered in the butterfly show, dancing from time to time, and charming Yingying just cried. Li Shangyin < Butterfly & gt；; One of the four lonely butterflies fluttered its wings and wanted to fly.

And it should be injured, often near the snow. Its two leaves are turned over again, and the oblique bridge faces the side door.

Reed flowers are only white, and catkins may be warm. Looking for temples by studying calligraphy, Zhao Jun discovered old villages.

Every year is fragrant. Come on, don't beat Sun Lan. Third, when I first came to the small garden, I had a little contact with Zowei.

I'm afraid the incense will burst, and I'm afraid the snow will melt. You only know how to prevent dew, but you don't think it's necessary to send a sharp wind.

Looking back at the flying swallow, I took the opportunity to enter the sky. Fourth, it flew to embroider the shade of the house and passed through the painting building.

Heavy Fu Qintai powder, light painting Han Dian gold. Both are catkins, and both mentioned are flower hearts.

Can you be a lonely guest and invite him to sing midnight? Turn the tail comic poem &; lt； Spring & gt；; The anonymous ancient palindrome poetry in Qing Dynasty is a kind of poetry genre famous for its strangeness and interest, with various forms. Here are two palindromes related to butterflies.

The tail-turning chain is clear and anonymous, the spring is clear and the magpie is noisy, and the former magpie is noisy, and the former magpie is noisy, and the new butterfly is coming and going, and the new butterfly is in love with the new plum, the new plum, the new plum, the new plum and the new plum.