Poems describing doves of peace

Poetry about the dove of peace. Poems about pigeons.

Title "Teacher's Room with Eyes"

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?

2. What are the poems describing the white dove?

Poems describing white doves are:

Title "Teacher's Room with Eyes"

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?

Explanation:

Baige (bái gē): Baige, pigeons used to be the main means of transportation to transmit information, unlike mobile phones and faxes now. In this way, pigeons have become a bridge for people to communicate. In people's hopes, everyone hopes that good things will always accompany them. Therefore, pigeons that convey information carry many wishes of people.

Make sentences:

1 Love is a dove with olive leaves, which makes people all over the world know the importance of peace.

Pigeons have long and hard feathers on their wings and tails, which can be unfolded like folding fans. Pigeons' feathers are gray, like a silver-gray coat; There is a circle of golden feathers around her neck, just like a beautiful and dazzling gold necklace worn around the girl's neck.

3 white dove and red date rice. Stew the rice until the water is almost dry, spread the pickled pigeon meat and red dates on the rice noodles, cover them tightly, and simmer until cooked.

May your love soar on the wings of a flying dove.

The auspicious day of the zodiac appeared again, and the National Day holiday was full of joy. The dove fills the sky with fragrance, and the red lantern shines. Fireworks and laughter fly so as to transport you. No matter whether the years are short or long, happiness comes into your heart. Good things are coming. Don't be busy. Happiness will always fly with you. Happy National Day and happy family!

3. Poetry about the dove of peace

I would like to dedicate this poem to those who have suffered misfortune because of the war, so as to keep the war away from the earth. Let's feel peace together, enjoy peace, love peace and cherish peace.

You are a dove of peace from Athens.

You have a sacred mission.

transcend time and space

Fly over five continents

Around the whole earth.

For the eternity of this moment.

The eyes of the whole world are waiting for you.

Different colors, different nationalities, different beliefs

Have the same dream in my heart.

Let go of our dove of peace.

Wonderful and gorgeous.

Dreams are accompanied by reality

Skills promote friendship.

Race to enhance understanding

People expect

The battlefield became a stadium.

Since then, the world has been peaceful and peaceful.

Let's release the dove of peace.

On the same earth

In our hearts

4. Who has a poem about the dove of peace?

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 pink that danced 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

5. Who has a poem about the dove of peace?

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 pink that danced 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

6. Ancient poems about pigeons

1, "Wild Pigeon" In the Song Dynasty, Mei came alone to raise wild pigeons and doves.

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. I have wild pigeons with big eyes, like pigeons in spring.

Hungry people want to get food and build the south house of our country. I can't see what I see, so I will ask for something at night.

One day, I accidentally got out of the group and turned around in the air to entertain myself. 2, "Dove" In the Tang Dynasty, Xu Yin fluttered and flew, and according to people, he went to Dabang.

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. Raise your wings and fly in the sky, shining people into big countries.

Pink feather habitat painting pavilion, snow blowing Joan window shadow. Heron as companion, turtledove as right.

The gull did not return, and I saw that you remembered the Qingjiang River. 3, "Listen to the pigeon bell" Zhuhaomen Lane in the Song Dynasty has long been surging, and there is no cage for heavy guests.

The pigeon bell in the sky disturbed the pillow in the afternoon and the children listened by mistake. Peng Haomen Lane has been busy for a long time, and there is no cage for heavy passengers.

The pigeon bell wakes up for a nap, and the children get up by mistake. 4, "Ridiculous Pigeons" In the Song Dynasty, Shaoxing Taixue Ten Thousand Pigeons flew around the Imperial City, and it took a lot of effort to recover.

How to raise geese on the edge of clouds? The desert can spread out two holy books. Pigeons fly around Kyoto, and it takes a lot of effort for the court to be stupid.

How to cultivate the geese who take the cloud, there are two holy books in the desert. 5, "Pigeon Valley" In the Ming Dynasty, the pigeon valley was cultivated, and the pigeons flew.

The scholar talked vividly about the war machine, and he was surrounded by shame. Surrounded by thousands of troops, the war is not over yet, and its strength is gradually exhausted.

Hu Er immediately envied the broadsword and pointed to the south to ridicule. Quails and pigeons are flying in the valley.

Scholars talk about the art of war, a feeling of being surrounded by thousands of defeats. Surrounded by thousands of layers, the fighting continued, the strength gradually dried up, and the drums were silent.

Lang immediately envied the broadsword and pointed his hand to the south.

7. 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.

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