Poems about raising pigeons

1. What are the poems about pigeons? 1. When pigeons try the bell, the wind is soft, and the young warbler's tongue is cold and thin in spring. From the Song Dynasty Zhang Xian's "Plum Blossoms Drifting in the Red River".

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: sunny weather, breezy breeze, pigeons flying freely, and newborn orioles crowing, as if to tell people that spring is chilly.

2, feel the pigeons outside the cloud, flying in groups. One hundred and thirty poems from the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's Wandering Dance Town Temple.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Thanks to those white pigeons flying in groups above the white clouds.

3. The dove flies for a while, and the Zen room drinks fragrant tea. From the teacher's room with bright eyes by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: When the pigeons took off, the sun was already setting, and the monks in the meditation room were quietly drinking fragrant tea.

4, around my white dove, just like a parrot. From When I Was Rich to the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Anshi.

The white dove circled around me like a parrot.

The grass in spring is greener in autumn. Pigeons didn't return to the west. Who can stay in Luo Jing for a long time? Simple clothes were stained with dust. Xie Tiao, a poet in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, wrote a poem "Appreciating Wang Jin's An Deyuan".

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: Spring grass is greener in autumn, and pigeons have not yet returned to Beijing. And I am at the mercy of Kyoto, unpredictable. If anything happens, we will never meet again.

2. What are some famous sayings or poems about pigeons? 1, "Living by the Lord"

Author: Guan Xiu

Cut the flowers in Cangzhou, and the clouds are idle.

Although it sounds like rain at night, it tastes worse than autumn.

Pigeons hide in ancient houses, and turbulence gathers in deserted gardens.

Inorganic heart is, why use words.

2. The Sadness of Tongde Jingshe's Old Residence

Author: Wei

After staying in Beijing for ten years, Lin Dong visited old Beijing.

No mountains and rivers, no intention to stay.

When the traces of moving are still there, we will go together and come back alone.

I also saw pigeons in the window, flying around the courtyard at dusk.

3. "Abandon the temple without flowing"

Author: Jiao Ran

After Wuyuan left chaos, the real world was dusty.

The waning moon gives birth to autumn water, and sorrow rises.

Now that people are alive, pigeons will return.

Without physiology, I will give you seven pains.

4. "To Master Hamming"

Author: Geng Kun

From the west Tianzhu, hold the scriptures and serve the purple.

Sanskrit has changed over the years, and bitter customs have returned.

After a long meditation on the moon, Moss was discharged from the hospital.

There are pigeons between the beams, and there is no way to return.

5. Lingyun Temple

Author: Xue Neng

Like a pavilion like a mountain, who will make a stone ladder?

Millions of people live in a settlement, which can attract attention at a glance.

In Ramadan, people come to live and pigeons go to live.

From the side, he is also an extremely bookish, and the guiding light is Shen Li.

3. Poems about pigeons miss a wandering pigeon

Type: Liu Poetry

A brown pigeon.

On a stormy night

Stay on my balcony.

Into my unexpected and surprised eyes

I don't know where it came from

I wonder where it will fly.

Its messy wings and trembling posture

People breed endless sadness and pity.

I saw it in its absent eyes.

Understand pain, helplessness and desolation

I kindly put in water and white rice.

It's cautious, and then it wolfs down.

This is a wandering pigeon.

I helped him loosen the rope on his leg.

Build a warm and safe nest, but I still don't know.

Did you lose your way in escaping from your previous life or chasing your dreams?

This wandering pigeon

On the seventh day of my careful feeding

Leave without saying goodbye, I know

It will continue to wander.

I began to spend every lonely night.

Miss the wandering pigeons

I don't know where I am.

Can it find enough food?

pigeon

The first person to cover the morning bell

This is the lap dance last night.

The death of spring

Stopped all the crying of life

This is the morning of April.

While I was still tidying up

Last night's dream

The clear cry of pigeons

Polish my heavy eyes

Flap your slender wings.

Raise the brilliant sun

When pigeons bend over and fly.

Light pours into the cup of heaven and earth.

From the cooing sound

Get out of the flying posture

Through the lost sky

All the secrets

Riding on the back of a pigeon.

Blow a hot wind

The wind always walks with a girl's pretty posture.

Build all the strong walls

Collapse in a smile

A vague moment

Be remembered by pigeons

In the wind and rain

The first group of people to stand up

Try to fly.

Expand dreams and other things

But the wind passes through my body.

Take away the sound of fracture

Ci and Fu in Qin and Han Dynasties

Tangsongyun

It's all in the song of brothel.

Thin.

Always keep an attitude.

Pigeons standing and walking

On McDonnell Douglas.

Stay alone in the pastoral sunset

Pigeons pierce white clouds.

It will penetrate everything.

depressed

The long flower of the previous dynasty was blood

The willows beside the farewell road are still thin.

insufferable

For thousands of years, a nation has been chasing after it.

Tragic journey

Walk into my blood

It became an instinctive scream in my body cavity.

From then on, I can watch pigeons.

All the space

Full of this mysterious appearance.

I admire the shape of pigeons.

Instead of praising eagles and others

In the pigeon's blood

I haven't seen anything.

The most beautiful flight

Shocking.

Feiyue Huayu

Also dancing in the graveyard

Take the heart of the ancient road and thin horse

Chew wormwood gently.

Overflowing westerly wind

When livelihoods are neglected

The integrity of pigeons

Ignore ancient times

The human mood in the storm

Seek asylum step by step.

Praise time

Is the wheat that grows in the ground.

Raise your cold eyes

You can harvest it.

The secular custom of crop after crop.

The years from forest to forest

This is not a song.

Pigeons always squint.

Look at this frowny spring.

Yearning for feeding pigeons.

As if in a poem

The beauty of completing the whole process

When I applaud such a move,

The snapping sound can't fly out.

The shape of a pigeon

The eyes of that dusty woman

Always die in the smoke of the world

Let me wait a moment.

The tranquility of the pigeon side wall

The smell of wisteria outside the window

Wake up the shepherd's god

Raise the whip home too early

A series of oblique sunlight

Pull into the pigeon's body

Begging for blood and painting red night clouds

And the wings of pigeons

Soak in the dusk

Darken the window.

Let my mood

Melancholy

Incomplete combustion

4. Poetry 1 about pigeons, three chapters about righteous pigeons (Author: Yang Weizhen Dynasty: Yuan) flying slaves, feeding young. They are both very kind to owls. I am a slave, and I am far away from my family. I am better at reading than Hongyan. I am a slave, and I am a husband. The dead are gone, who is suitable for entertainment. If you don't have a grain of food, you don't have a phone, and you don't have a room. There are no other couples, and I feel inferior. After studying for seven days, I died, and I was blessed. I am very excited, but I am more excited than me.

2, white dove (Author: Generation: Tang) Raise its wings, soar in the blue sky, and play the stick according to people. Pink feather habitat painting pavilion, snow shadow blowing Joan window. Herons are companions, pigeons are a pair. Seagulls didn't come back, but I remember Qingjiang River.

3, wild pigeons (Author: Mei Dai: Song) There are wild pigeons in the lonely land, Gou Chunge. Hungry, put me in the south room. If I can't see you, what can I do at night? Once a day, go out in droves and wander around in vain. Whoever borrows a wind chime will ring day and night. Hunger hasn't changed. My wings are like my enemies. There is dew in the bean, and there is pressure in the sky. In the meantime, I stayed late alone. Phoenix goes to my place, and Phoenix goes to my place to rest. No matter what pigeons do, don't pollute me.

4, listen to the pigeon bell (Author: Zhu Yichao: Song) Peng Haomen long time no cage square heavy guest. The pigeon bell in the sky disturbed the pillow in the afternoon and the children listened by mistake.

5. Ridiculously raising pigeons (Author: Shaoxing imperial academy Dynasty: Song Dynasty) Ten thousand pigeons flew around the imperial city, and it took a lot of effort to let them go. How to raise geese on the edge of clouds? The desert can spread out two holy books.

5. What are the ancient poems about pigeons? 1, circling around my white dove, like a parrot bird.

Wang Anshi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said it when I was rich.

The white dove circled around me like a parrot.

Appreciation: When you go home with money, you are greeted by smiling faces, hovering around you like pigeons and whispering in your ears like parrots. Pigeons have always been regarded as birds who love the poor and the rich, while parrots are regarded as eloquent and pleasing images. Therefore, poets use "pigeons" and "parrots" to describe greedy people.

2, feel the pigeons outside the cloud, flying in groups.

From the Tang Dynasty poet Bai Juyi's "130 Poems of Youwu Town Temple".

Thanks to the white pigeons flying in groups above the white clouds.

Appreciation: myths and legends such as the dragon listening method of painting the dragon hall and the pigeon cooperation of the monk who wrote the scriptures are vivid and vivid. The pen and ink are meticulous and light, and the arrangement is very appropriate.

3. The dove flies for a while, and the Zen room drinks fragrant tea.

Written by Wang Changling, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

When the pigeons took off, the sun was already setting, and the monks in the meditation room were quietly drinking fragrant tea.

4, there are wild pigeons alone, Xiao Chunge.

Said by: Wild Pigeon by Mei in Song Dynasty.

When I came, I saw wild pigeons with eyes and mouths like spring pigeons.

5, green pigeons try wind chimes, and young warblers make their tongues cold and thin in spring.

Said by Zhang Xian in Song Dynasty, "Man Jiang Hong Piao Han Mei".

On sunny days, the breeze blows gently, pigeons fly freely, and newborn orioles crow, as if to tell people that spring is cold again.

Appreciation: people are more vivid with peaches and willows, and here they are also compared with delicate birds. At this point, the love for words reached a climax. However, the author suddenly turned out the tragic ending of love at the closing ceremony, and the love of words fell from high tide to low tide, forming a sad ending.

6. The poem "Bright Eyes Teacher's Room" describing the white dove

Year: Tang Author: Changling Wang

Pigeons fly obliquely, the meditation room is quiet, and they drink fragrant tea.

Pour people into the city, pour people into the country, cut off new hair and shave it.

Jade ruyi, golden bath bottle, red lips and white teeth can recite scriptures.

Wu's words are even more vivid.

At sunset, the bell rang, and tin foil curtains hung on the robes.

When I am rich

Year: Tang Author: Wang Fanzhi

When I am rich, women will take good care of me.

If I take off my clothes and fold my robe and coat.

I went out to ask for it, and I was on my way when I delivered it.

Put the money in the house and watch me smile.

Circling around my white dove like a parrot.

I was temporarily poor when I met you, and I looked good when I met you.

When people are seven poor people, seven rich people will repay them.

The pursuit of wealth ignores people, as if times are changing.

pipa

Year: Song Author: Zhang

Pigeons dive into the purple trough, and Zhu Luan flies into the blue sky.

"How can I feel about the riverside" and "Fu Ying Nishang Song" are re-emphasized.

It is full of fairy tales and fairy tales.

A little pity breaks the spring breeze and hates it. Why is it as high as the moon tonight?

7. This poem about pigeons first covers the morning bell. Last night's dancing and the death of pink spring stopped all the crying of life. It was an April morning, and I was still sorting out last night's dream. The clear cry of pigeons brightened my heavy eyes, flapped my slender wings and raised the brilliant sun. When the dove bent down to fly, the light poured into the cup of heaven and earth, and all the mysteries broke through the lost sky from the goo goo goo. Hot air rides on the pigeons' backs and shoulders, always walking in a pretty girl's posture, making all the solid-walled cities collapse in a smile. When the sky is full of haze, the dove remembers that she was the first person who stood in the wind and rain and tried to fly. Dreams and other winds passed through my body and took away the sound of broken bones. The rhymes of Qin, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties are all lost in the singing of brothels. Pigeons always stand and walk in one posture. In the countryside, the sunset on McDonnell Douglas alone in the countryside will pierce all the joys and sorrows, and the long flowers in the past are the farewell of blood. The willows on the roadside are still thin and fragile. For thousands of years, a nation's pursuit of sadness has entered my body cavity and become an instinctive cry. From then on, I can look at the pigeons in my eyes, and all the spaces are flooded. This mysterious appearance, I admire the shape of pigeons, not what I see in the blood of eagles and other pigeons. Flying on the rain of flowers is the most beautiful and thrilling, and it also revolves around the graveyard. Biting the thoughts of the thin horse on the ancient road, gently chewing the west wind overflowing with wormwood. When livelihood ignores the integrity of pigeons, it ignores the human mood in the ancient wind and rain, and seeks praise step by step. Time is the wheat that grows in the ground, and it can be harvested with cold eyes. Not singing pigeons from forest to forest. I squinted at this stuffy spring, longing for pigeons to eat, as if I had finished the whole process beautifully in a poem. I can't fly out of the shape of a pigeon when I applaud such a move. The eyes of prostitutes always fade in the dust of the world, which makes me more restless than the side wall of pigeons. The fragrance of wisteria outside the window awakened the shepherd's god, raised the whip of the family prematurely, and the oblique sunlight pulled into the pigeon's body to suck blood. Pigeons' wings are covered with red clouds, and the dim windows at dusk make my mood unable to burn in depression.

8. Poems praising pigeons What are the poems praising "pigeons"?

1. "Two strict songs, the next one"

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Pi

Another day is easy, mountains and rivers are long and the road is long.

Yu Taojun didn't dare to speak, and sent the cloud back.

Tears and tears ruin the face, and no one can worry without sighing.

Show poems and sing songs to praise yourself, and joy will bring sorrow and destroy the lungs and liver.

I couldn't sleep with my pillow, so I put on my clothes and went outside.

Looking up at the stars and the moon clouds, the pigeons take off in the morning and sing pitifully. You can't accompany me.

2. The Saint Monk Cave in Tiyan Island

Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi

The concentration is not limited, and there is no known generation of Zen monks. The silent mountain gate closes the bright moon at night,

Fluorescent stone wall fluorescent lamp. Four-year-old tree, with leaves of scripture and long live stone hanging on crutches and vines.

I used to give my life to save pigeons, but now I have a flying eagle.

3. "Guilin sends Gongsun Sheng to Shu"

Tang Dynasty: Yang Heng

Guilin is light green and half exposed. Will take a boat and temporarily stop in Kong Fei Tin.

Different from Shu township, Peng Hu is higher than Zhu Ji. Grace is hard to find, and clouds leave marks.

Old households idle flowers and plants, and tame pigeons by the eaves. Wave * * * and forget, the sun sets in Qian Shan.

4. looking for in the temple

Tang Dynasty: Qian Qi

Zen forest never passes by, and Zhushi is burning incense. Pigeons don't guess falcons, but clouds can protect frost.

The sound is separated from the dark bamboo, and the official business is scattered in the empty corridor. On lonely days, herons and foxes avoid chartering.

Spring scenery around the steps, grass bend and other Jun Fang.

5. "Hosted on one host"

Tang Dynasty: Guan Xiu

Cut the flowers in Cangzhou, and the clouds are idle. Although it sounds like rain at night, it tastes worse than autumn.

Pigeons hide in ancient houses, and turbulence gathers in deserted gardens. Inorganic heart is, why use words.