Poems about snow and birds are beautiful.

Poetry about birds flying in the snow 1. Poems about snow and birds

Jiang Xue _ Liu Zongyuan

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

A beautiful collection of ancient poems

1. Still water depth, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.

You can live happily, but you have no regrets when you die.

4. Accumulate eternal love lines and crush deep red acacia.

The river is lonely, its banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.

6. Worrying about the charm of Qingyuan is a distant sadness, such as Wei Yun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from a distance.

7. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.

8. All kinds of stories are heartbreaking; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.

9. Change your life with my three fireworks.

10. I am young, and I am young.

1 1. Long strip with countless fireworks. You look back with the light.

12. The pavilion is short and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.

13. Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on his shoulder, and he was in a trance.

2. The famous poem of British poet Shelley describing birds in the snow.

To larks.

(British) Shelley-translated by Jiang Feng

Hello, happy elf!

You never seem to be a bird,

From heaven or near heaven,

Accompanied by cheerful music,

Don't carve art, pour out your heart.

Up, then fly high,

You jump from the ground,

Like a burning Yun Lan,

Through the blue sky,

Always singing and flying, flying and singing.

The sun below the horizon,

Emit golden lightning,

In the clear sky, the clouds are steaming,

You fly in the bright light,

The seemingly shapeless joy has just begun a rapid expedition.

A faint crimson dusk,

Melt in your voyage,

Like a star in the sky,

Although we can't see each other,

But I can clearly hear your happy voice-

Sharp and bright music,

Like a silver star sword,

Its bright light,

The morning light faded,

Until it is difficult to distinguish, it can be felt in space.

The whole earth and atmosphere,

Ring through your gentle voice,

As if on a desolate night,

From behind the lonely cloud,

The bright moon is shining, and its brilliance permeates the universe.

We don't know what you are.

What is the most similar to you?

From the neon rosy clouds,

It's hard to rain so beautifully,

Can be compared with the music that comes with you.

Like a poet,

You can't see it in the brilliance of your thoughts.

Recite impromptu poetic rhythms,

Until the sympathy of the whole world,

Awaken by hopes and worries that have never been noticed.

Like a noble girl,

Living on the balcony of the palace,

In lonely and indescribable moments,

Send away the feelings of suffering because of love,

Sweetness overflows the boudoir like a love song.

Like a golden firefly,

In the dewy mountains and valleys,

There's no sign of travel,

Spread out the glittering streamer,

In the grass that blocks our sight.

Like her own green leaves

A rose in the shade,

Damaged by hot air,

Until it's fragrant

Drunk the reckless informer with too much sweetness.

Glittering grass,

The sound of falling spring rain,

The buds that wake up after the rain,

It can be called refreshing.

Everything new is not as good as your music.

Birds or elves,

What are the sweet thoughts in your heart?

I've never heard of it,

An ode to love or wine,

Can generate produce such a sacred stream of bliss.

Whether it's a wedding chorus,

Whether it's a winning song,

Compared with your music,

It's just a bluff,

People can feel that there is always poverty among them.

What kind of images or events,

Is the source of your happy songs.

Fields, waves or mountains?

Air and land forms?

Is it love for the same kind, or insulation from pain?

With your strong joy for Minche,

So that burnout will never appear,

The shadow of trouble will never

I can't be near you,

You love, but you never know the sadness of loving too much.

Whether to wake up or go to bed,

Your understanding of death must be better than

What we mortals dream of.

More profound and true, otherwise

Why is the sound stream of your music like LCD?

We looked back and forth for the sake of

Something that doesn't exist, worrying about yourself,

Our most sincere smile,

Mixed with some kind of distress,

Our most beautiful music is the tune that can best express our sadness.

However, even if we can get rid of it.

Hatred, arrogance and fear,

Even if we weren't born.

Drop a tear,

We don't know how to approach your happiness.

More than all happy melodies,

Sweeter and better,

More than all the treasures in books,

More abundant,

This is your contempt for dust, your artistic skill.

Teach me half your heart.

Must be familiar happiness,

Harmonious, fiery passion

Will come out of my mouth,

At this moment, the whole world will be like me-give ear and listen.

3. The famous poem of British poet Shelley describing birds in the snow.

To Laker Shelley (English)-Hello, happy elf! You never seem to be a bird. From heaven or its vicinity, you pour out your heart with hearty music and uncivilized art.

Get up and fly very high. From the ground, you jump up, like a red Qingyun, across the blue sky, singing and flying forever. The sun below the horizon emits golden lightning, the clouds in the clear sky are steaming, and you are flying in the bright light, as if invisible joy has just started a rapid expedition.

The faint crimson dusk melts around your voyage, like a star in the sky. Although you can't see each other, you can clearly hear your strong joy-the sharp and lively music, like the sword of silver starlight, its strong light gradually fades in the morning light until it is difficult to distinguish, but you can feel it in space. The whole earth and atmosphere echoed with your euphemistic voice, as if on a desolate night, behind a lonely cloud, the bright moon shone brightly and filled the universe.

We don't know what you are and what is most similar to you. From the neon-like rosy clouds, it is difficult to drop such beautiful rain, which can be compared with the music shower that falls with you. Like a poet, hidden in the brilliance of thought.

Recite impromptu verses until the sympathy of the whole world is awakened by hopes and worries that have never been noticed. Like a noble girl, living on the balcony of a deep palace, in the lonely and unspeakable moment, the feeling of being tortured by love is dispelled, and the sweetness is like a love song overflowing the boudoir.

Like a golden firefly, in the deep mountain valley, there is no trace of travel, but in the flowers and grasses that block our sight, it spreads out a sparkling streamer. Like a rose covered by her own green leaves, it is destroyed by hot air until its fragrance and fragrance intoxicate reckless informers.

Sparkling grass, the sound of spring rain, and the buds waking up after rain are all bright, happy and fresh, which can't compare with your music. Birds or elves, what are your sweet thoughts? I have never heard that the ode of love or wine can produce such a sacred stream of bliss in generate.

Whether it is a wedding chorus or a triumph song, compared with your music, it is just an empty exaggeration, which makes people feel that there is always poverty. What kind of image or event is the source of your happy songs? Fields, waves or mountains? Air and land transportation? Is it love for the same kind, or insulation from pain? With your strong joy in mingche, fatigue will never appear, and the shadow of trouble will never come near you. You love, but you never know the sadness of loving too much.

Whether you wake up or fall asleep, your understanding of death must be deeper and more real than what we mortals dream, otherwise how can your music flow like a liquid crystal? We look forward, look back and worry about things that don't exist. Our most sincere smile is also mixed with some kind of distress. Our most beautiful music is the tune that can best pour out sadness. However, even if we can get rid of hatred, arrogance and fear, even if we were born without shedding a tear, we don't know how to approach your happiness.

It is sweeter than all happy melodies and richer than all the treasures in books. This is your artistic skill of disdaining dust Teach me that half of your heart must be a well-known joy, harmonious and fiery passion will flow from my lips, and the whole world will be like me at this moment-listen carefully.

4. Poems about birds in winter

Xue Jiang

Liu Zongyuan in Tang Dynasty

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

Chinese plum

Wang Anshi in Song Dynasty

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.

I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Cen Can Tang Dynasty

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.

It's hard to be the first.

Li Bai Tang dynasty

The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

Quatrains: Two orioles sing green willows.

Du dynasty

"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."

My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.

Tianjin sand winter

Baipu yuan dynasty

With a loud door painting,

Wind pavilion, crescent moon, dusk,

Waterfront in front of snow-capped mountains.

Bamboo fence hut,

A lonely village with weak smoke and grass.

The owner of Furong Mountain is in every snow.

Liu Changqing Tang Dynasty

The setting sun is far away, the weather is cold and the house is poor.

Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night.

Batavia on Yanmenguan Line

Lihe Tang dynasty

Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.

The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.

I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.

A suggestion for my friend Liu.

Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.

It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside? .

5. Poetry of Birds in Spring, Summer and Winter

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

-Wei's "Birds in the Stream" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Tang Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths.

-Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" Birds inhabit the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door. -Tang Jiadao's "Li Ningju Youchu" Humayi is in the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest.

-"Nineteen Ancient Poems" Walking and walking again, the bird flies with its back to its hometown, and the fox will die first. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Mourning for the Past" The cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded.

—— Wang Tangji, entering Ruoyexi, the petals are already like tears, and the lonely bird has already mourned. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Watch" Jiang, the six dynasties are like a dream and birds talk empty.

-Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" grass falls without flowers, and birds sing all the way to Chunshan. -Li Hua's Improvisation of Spring, where birds are alive and mountains are bright, and people's hearts are quiet.

-Tang Changjian's Zen forest after breaking the mountain temple? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" may be sorrowful for a fallen flower, or Yun Lan envies a brisk bird.

-Tang Cen Can's "Zuo Ge Secretariat of Du Fu's Imperial edict", with beautiful weather and flowers. -Don Du Xunhe's The Palace of Complaints 1, I woke up briskly on this spring morning, and birds were singing everywhere.

(Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn") 2. Hundreds of mountains have no birds, and thousands of paths have no footprints. (Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue) 3. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone.

(Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain) 4. Birds are surprised when the moon comes out, when it is in spring. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Flow) 5. Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.

(Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 6. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Drinking by Tao Yuanming) 7. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..

(Du Fu's "Looking at Yue") 8. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . (Li Shangyin has no title) 9. In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds fly home on the clear lake and white beach.

(Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain 10, where birds are born with the mountain light, and people's hearts touch peace in a pool. (Chang Jian's Zen Forest after the Broken Mountain Temple) 1 1, Cao Qi, Jiang Fei, Jiang Yufei, the Six Dynasties were like a dream.

(Wei Zhuang's Taicheng) 12, birds perched on trees by the pool, and monks knocked at the door. (Jia Dao's "Li Ningju Quiet Room") 13, cicadas make the forest quiet, and Tonamiyama is more quiet.

(Wang Ji's "Into the West") 14. When the sun sets, the east wind complains about birds, and the fallen flowers still fall from the building. (Du Mu's "Golden Valley Garden") 15, birds are singing green, Qinyuanxi, cicadas are singing yellow leaves and Han Gongqiu.

(Xu Hun's Night View of the West Tower of Xianyang City) 16, birds scattered in the empty mountains, and clouds of 3,000 Li were dark and bright. (Let's talk about Dong's flute playing. Since the beginning of the cloud, no birds have entered Wu.

(Li Bai's "Lushan Mountain sends a land master to imperial virtual boat") 18, birds fly out of our sight, and the rapid wind is under our hearing. (Cen participates in Gao Shi and Xue Ju ascends the Ci 'en Temple Tower) 19 How we wish to fly in the sky. Two birds use the same wing and grow together on the earth, one tree and two branches. ..

(Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow) 20. And Dabaishan, to the west, still has only one bird path, all the way to the peak of Emei. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.

(Li Bai's Difficult Road to Shu) ① Poems without the word "bird" wander on butterflies, dancing from time to time, and charming Yingying just cries. -Tang Du Fu's "Looking for Riverside Fragrance Alone" When will Shuang Yan return, and the peach blossoms on the shore will be dipped in water.

-Vae Fu's "Spring Tour on the Lake" was born on the shore of the secluded grass, and there were orioles singing in the trees. -Tang Wei Wu Ying's "Xixi Going to Chuzhou" Flower Sea Mangroves, Pinghu grass grows and flies.

-Vae Yuan Jie's "On the Lake" In March, the residual flowers were more open and the eaves were swallowed day by day. -Song Wangling's "Sending Spring" flies around, flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! .

-Tang Du Fu's "A Night Out" has no choice but to spend it. It seems that Yan is back. -Yan Songshu's "Huanxisha" counts early warblers vying for warm trees, and young swallows pecking at spring mud.

-Tang Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" The bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. -Song Xin Qi Ji's "Xijiang Moon, Yangyang, Half Way, Holy Cockcrow in Space".

-Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky. -Tang Du Fu's "Four quatrains" The eagle eye is dry and the snow is light.

-Wang Tangwei's "Hunting" The grass grows in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Baijuyi Egrets fly in front of the Cisse Mountain, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat.

-Zhang Song He Zhi's "Fishing Songs" drove the chickens from the tree, and I heard Chai Jing. -Tang Du Fu's "Three Songs of Qiang Village (I)" I am like a lonely goose moaning at my own shadow, and its words are scattered in tents for nine autumn.

-Tang Baijuyi's "Looking at the Moon" is a dead vine and an old tree is faint. -Ma Yuan Zhiyuan Qiu Si Floating Storks Can Be Tenants of Our World? ? -Don Liu Changqing's "Host" is independent. The spring rain is fine, and the white chickens fly to the branches to crow.

-Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi (2) Poetry with the word "bird" surprises the birds on the moon and sounds in Chunxi. -Wei's "Birds in the Stream" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing.

-Tang Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" Birds inhabit the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door.

-Tang Jiadao's "Li Ningju Youchu" Humayi is in the north wind and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest. -"Nineteen Ancient Poems" Walking and walking again, the bird flies with its back to its hometown, and the fox will die first.

-Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Mourning for the Past" The cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded. —— Wang Tangji, entering Ruoyexi, the petals are already like tears, and the lonely bird has already mourned.

-Tang Du Fu's "Spring Watch" Jiang, the six dynasties are like a dream and birds talk empty. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" grass falls without flowers, and birds sing all the way to Chunshan.

-Li Hua's Improvisation of Spring, cicadas sing in Lin Jing, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoyexi", the wind is sunny and the birds are singing, and the flowers are climbing high.

Du Xunhe (Tang Dynasty)' s "Resentment of Spring Palace" has a vast expanse of sky, allowing birds to fly. Your wet sails are dragging and you don't want to leave, and the birds in the shadows are flying slowly.

Wei's "Send a Twilight Rain" made Honglian live alone, speechless and worried. The geese in the partridge lake are sick, Xin Qiji. Here, birds are alive and mountains are bright, and people's hearts are at peace.

-Tang Changjian's Zen forest after breaking the mountain temple? My mind is free and easy, and birds are flying around in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" may be sorrowful for a fallen flower, or Yun Lan envies a brisk bird.

-Tang Cen Can's "Zuo Ge Secretariat of Du Fu's Imperial edict", with beautiful weather and flowers. -Don Du Xunhe's Love Palace.