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Poetry about the poor bird

1. Ancient poems about birds

Quatrains by Du Fu Two orioles singing in the green willows and a row of egrets on the blue sky window Containing the Xiling Qianqiu Snow Gate Parking in the East Wu Wanli Ship Goose Goose Goose Neck Tiange's white hair floats on the green water and the anthurium plucks the clear wave of the moon in the west river. Walking on the yellow sand road at night, Xin Qiji's bright moon separates the branches and scares the magpies. The breeze blows in the middle of the night and the cicadas chirp.

The fragrance of rice flowers speaks of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds. There are seven or eight stars in the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain.

In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned. Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake by Bai Juyi North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud. The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.

My favorite part of the lake is the east side of the lake, where there is a white sand embankment in the shade of green poplar trees. Saixiaqu Lu Lun The black geese fly high in the moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night.

In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife. Birds in the Tianshan Mountains disappeared, and all traces of people disappeared.

"Poems About Birds" Bochen "Fly" Some lives see the dangers of the road and grow wings one after another and leap to the water to wash away milk? Sometimes we cannot blame the bird for leaving. This small body is so real It is destroyed at a touch, not to mention that there are not many good weather days at high altitudes. Birds fly and leave the traces of their wings. The cry of fire makes the cold air recognize the body temperature. More often, the bird is the tip of the arrow, letting the lonely sky know the meat. Sharpness knows the pain of penetration. Birds have no success. Every bird is a failed hero. The small body is destroyed in one flight. "Love". The long days testify that the wind and clouds are matchmakers. Love begins at high altitude. The two birds stop in the air. The lips that keep colliding are beyond. The meaning of kissing, their happiness is to keep picking each other's hot body up in their mouths, so that the thirsty life will not crash in the selfless love. The fluttering wings of the flowers are far away from the open petals, so that the other party can claim happiness in the fragrance of flesh and blood. Choose among the woods. When the sun is abundant, one bird grabs the scalp of another bird and makes love. Let love know pain and wake up when it is most likely to be dizzy. "Crying" When the hailstorm has passed, a group of birds fall off the branches and the birds' hearts tremble when they think of their lives. Sometimes we call that sound bird song. We sit under it and listen to it. Listening to the melody it picks up from the friction of the clouds, we are intoxicated and even develop a lustful song. When a person crying with bird-like vocal cords can directly Sitting in the sound of birds, his ears were highly consistent with the sound of birds, and he understood the beautiful and desperate sorrow. It was a sacrifice of life, pierced from the chest of the whole bird, like a funeral, like a tearing "Wound", the delicate flesh The blade is only prepared for the strong wind. Because the weak birds never leave the mountains and rivers, just a wing away. An old bird's wings collapsed. The bird's body is too small. I can't see the blood, can't see its scars, and can't hear the cry. It's indifferent. Standing quietly on the branch, watching other birds carrying their lives around in the clouds, the strong wind suddenly rises. The old bird is pushed off the branch. The false flight makes it fall into dust. A cluster of fallen feathers soars into the sky to choose the last freedom. I can see a tearful pupil. Who makes Liu Bang's sentences whistle on the bird? "Death" The bird's life is still unable to stay away from the darkness, so it makes frightening murmurs in its dreams. The story of powerful human hunting birds. Their oaths can be broken, they can be sacrificed, but they will not die. Sometimes we see a bird flying and then disappearing. That bird has already begun to say goodbye. They are in an unknown place. Time and place die as a mockery of them. Throw the body into the darkness and let the sky-blue thoughts fade into the flowing wind and into the flying clouds. Let future generations see through the essentials of flying. Birds can fly or cannot fly. You landed on my balcony and I watched you. You also looked at me and said nothing to each other. Let's see what each other is going to do. What can we do? You said that the cold north is stretching behind you in the morning. Lonely guy, what's wrong with you? You're listless, staying out all night at the bar, and getting up early because you're afraid of traffic jams. Can the broken eyes that pass through the city at work still be intact? You stand on the balcony of my house and continue to fly or can't fly. I have nothing to do and pretend to guess about your life. Crow, smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment." - Sincerely This poem is dedicated to my friend Wu Ya. She cannot forget the crow's feathers, just like she cannot forget the night. Simply light a cigarette, the burning place is the crow's eye. Smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment, although the sunset has taken away my lover's dress, and the night has stolen my eyes.

The harp is left, but the wind has no fingers. When the cigarette is finished, happiness ends. The passing time, the falling ashes fall happily. The songbird and the woodpecker (allegorical poem) Pests and diseases in Kong Fei's forest The diseased trees are becoming more and more serious. The diseased trees are swaying in the wind. The woodpeckers are flying and shouting: "I'm coming, I'm coming -" What a loving voice and such a beautiful song that only the descendants of the warblers can sing. With such a beautiful singing voice, this fledgling woodpecker hid it from the doctor's father. He came from a family of doctors and had a first diagnosis, but he forgot to bring the surgical knife. The disease grew and spread in the skin of the diseased tree, but it could not be treated. The kindness in his ears was still there. The voice of "I'm coming, I'm coming." The voice was no longer pleasant, and gradually became hoarse. The warbler gave him a beautiful singing voice, but it was ruined by him and it didn't look like it. What's the use of such a woodpecker - Listen to the singing and you can hear that there are no songs of warblers. The mothers of the warblers have raised the children of the woodpeckers. The children of the woodpeckers have learned the art of surviving as a woodpecker from their fathers. The warblers have paid the price in their children. Before he was born, he was dumped by the woodpecker's parents, so that he sang beautifully and was born in death. The forest is so beautiful. The woodpeckers saved the forest. In the "toot" sound of the woodpecker, did you hear the bloody cry of the warbler? Counterfeiters are indispensable in the world. There are also more unknown heroes in the world. They use all their body and mind to cultivate the descendants of the rebellious heroes. "A Trace of the Poetry Journey" · Birds of Spring. Birds of spring. 2. A complete collection of ancient poems about birds

1. Quatrains

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Two orioles sing in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascends to the blue sky.

The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in Xiling, and the door is docked with a ship thousands of miles away from Dongwu.

Definition:

Two orioles sang among the green willows, and a row of egrets soared into the blue sky. Sitting in front of the window, you can see the snow that has not melted for thousands of years in Xiling. There are thousands of miles of ships from Soochow moored at the door.

2. Thrush

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

It makes hundreds of thousands of sounds and moves at will. The mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high and low.

I just realized that listening to the golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest.

Definition:

The blackbird sings thousands of times, flying in the forest according to its own thoughts, and shuttles freely among the branches full of red and purple mountain flowers. . Only now do I know: The cry of the thrush locked in the golden cage I heard before is far inferior to the free singing when wandering in the forest.

3. The solitary wild goose

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The solitary wild goose does not drink and peck, but flies and cries out to the flock.

Who can pity a shadow and miss each other thousands of times?

Looking at everything seems like seeing, and mourning as much as hearing about it.

The wild crows have no thoughts and keep making noises.

Interpretation:

The solitary geese neither drink water nor eat nor peck. The sounds they make while flying are full of longing for their mates. The flock of wild geese disappears among the sea of clouds. Who will take pity on the lonely wild goose in the sky? Lone Goose looked across the horizon, as if he could vaguely see his companions right in front of him; he kept whining, as if he heard the calls of his companions more and more. The wild crow didn't understand Lone Goose's sentiments at all, and just kept making noises on its own.

4. Partridge

Tang Dynasty: Zheng Gu

Warm play, smoke and grass, brocade wings are all in order, and the quality should be close to the pheasant.

The green grass passes by the lake in the dusk of rain, and the flowers fall and sing in the Huangling Temple.

When a wanderer first hears that Zheng’s sleeves are wet, a beautiful woman sings with her green eyebrows low.

The Xiangjiang River is broad and the bitter bamboo groves are deep and the sun faces the west.

Interpretation:

In the warm season, partridges play in the plains with colorful wings. Judging from their behavior, they are similar to the lively pheasants on weekdays. At dusk, I flew by Qingcao Lake in the mist and rain, and when the flowers fell, I hid in the cold Huangling Temple and cried.

As soon as the guest in a foreign land heard the call, his sleeves were wet with tears. As soon as the beautiful lady sang "Mountain Partridge" full of lovesickness, her blue-black eyebrows drooped sadly. The cries of partridges on the broad Xiangjiang River rise and fall one after another, corresponding to each other. They are perched deep in the bitter bamboo, and the red sun has turned to the west.

5. Hongshun Song

Han Dynasty: Liu Bang

The swan flies high and flies thousands of miles.

The feather feathers are already there, spanning the whole world.

Across the world, what can be done?

Although you have to pay, how can you still do it?

Definition:

Swans fly into the sky and can fly thousands of miles (high) in one go. The wings are full and can fly all over the world. After you can fly around the world, what can you do with it? Even if you have a sharp arrow, what can you do to it? 3. Poems about birds

1. An old friend bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks descended on Yangzhou in March. 2. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return.

3. Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky. 4. The rainbow disperses with the remaining rain, and the crows return with the sunset.

5. Magpies are frightened by the bright moon, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. 6. The fallen flower man is independent, and the tiny swift bird flies together.

7. Beyond the blue sky and the three mountains, two waters separate Bailuzhou. 8. The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.

9. Wherever a goose flutters into the sky, thousands of mountains float and rain comes out. 10. Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow.

11. Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. 12. All the birds are flying high, and the lonely cloud is alone

13. Spring sleep is not dawn, and the singing of birds is heard everywhere 14. Birds stay in the trees by the pond, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon

15. When fighting orioles, don’t teach them to crow on the branches. 4. Poems describing animals being mutilated

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.

"Untitled" by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, withered vines and old trees, dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes, west wind and thin horses on the ancient road. Yuan·Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha·Qiu Si" When the younger brother heard that his sister was coming, he was sharpening his knife to the pigs and sheep.

"Mulan Poetry Collection of Yuefu Poems" Sitting and watching the fishermen, I only feel envious of the fish. Tang Dynasty Meng Haoran's "Looking at Dongting Lake and Presenting it to Prime Minister Zhang" Qingchuan has experienced Hanyang trees and luxuriant grass in Parrot State.

"Yellow Crane Tower" by Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty makes flowers splash with tears and hates other birds. Du Fu's "Spring View" of the Tang Dynasty: Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing, startling a pool of gulls and herons.

Like Meng Ling · Chang Ji Xi Pavilion Sunset · Li Qingzhao I rode drunk under the flowers for five years, and turned around and hissed before selling. Xiang Ji and Gu Zhui still sighed, "How could it be ruthless for Lotte to bid farewell to Luo?"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty Selling a Llama and a White Horse Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The white horse comes from the northeast, with two arrows sticking out of its empty saddle. Poor horseman, who can see his spirit now?

The Lord will kill in the near future, and engage in battle at night. Many families died in mourning, crying like raindrops.

Ying Ma by Han Cong of the Tang Dynasty Once upon a time, Bo Le knew how to sing, but he did not dare to walk like a dragon. If Jin Qi has not climbed up and hissed, why should I be surprised if the salt cart is still driving and thin?

It's rare that Wang Ji is a good friend of music, so he wants to buy Jun's name from Yan Zhao. In the morning and evening, the flying yellow leads to the same soap, and the blue clouds make the luan sing in the sky.

The old horse by Tang Yaohe lay down and could not help him, so he neighed at his master. The melancholy east suburban road is filled with mud in the autumn rain.

Ode to the Crouching Ox by Li Jiaming of the Tang Dynasty. He was beaten by Ning Qi’s whip and burned by Tian Dan’s fire. I am chewing dry grass in the setting sun, and I have been asking for breath recently because there is no one around.

Sick Cow Song Ligang When plowing a thousand acres, a thousand boxes are harvested. Who will be injured again when exhausted? But all sentient beings will be full, and they will not hesitate to suffer from illness and sleep in the setting sun. Goose by Li Ying of the Tang Dynasty La Hou was walking leisurely by the village house, the yellow goose in the clear water was so pitiful.

Why should it be scattered with new grass and left in the wild fields forever flooded by the sun? When there is nothing to do, a group of people shouting and shouting cover the waterside, fighting to draw people forward.

The wind blows in Chu Ze and the night falls, and I watch the boats chasing away in the cold stream. Chanting the Dead Rabbit by Su Ting of the Tang Dynasty The dead rabbit is played with orchids and hung on a bamboo pole.

If you look into a bright mirror, it will be different when you look into the moon. Foxes and Rabbits Walking in the Fields by Tang Yuanzhen Planting beans with hoe and planting crops in ditches.

Grain seedlings, bean armors, foxes, grains, and rabbits. Cut swans to feed eagles, cook lins and eat dogs.

The eagle is afraid of rabbit hairs, and the dog is attracted by foxes. The fox and the rabbit have their whiskers together, and the eagle and the dog have their beards together.

The sun is dark and the weather is cold, and the crops and beans are scarce and damaged. The eagles and dogs are cooked, and the foxes and rabbits are cooked.

"Anthology of Yuefu Poems·Songs of the Shrike Flying to the East": "Shrike flying in the east and swallows flying in the west, we meet when Huang Gu is the weaver girl." The filial piety standard of the Eagle Tang Chapter glanced at the autumn hairs, and frequently rang the golden bell to test the snow. hair.

It will make Laoquan available for food and drink, and he will not hesitate to taste the fishy smell with his own hands. Chuanyun's body is like lightning. Who knows that a kiss is better than a knife?

It is a pity that I have to bear the hunger, cold and sunset, and break the silk ribbon in front of others. Eagle by Xu Wei of the Tang Dynasty: Harmful things hurt the nature of life, so it is not tame, and it is suitable to cover the people who are waiting to know.

Only the captured sparrow ate bloody blood, but Emperor Xiaoluan pecked Cuiyun. There are many cunning rabbit holes that you don't know, and the sound of a dove will punish your body.

Rich people who don’t read poetry and books just wander around the plains to play. White Eagle by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty The hairy feathers are colorful and the white yarn is cut, and the horse is held in front of it without surprise.

Throw a little bit into the clouds, and rush to the ground with three shouts of death. The green jade gong breaks the chicken's brain, and the black gold claw breaks the rabbit's heart.

They are all destined to understand living things, so everyone is handsome. Painting Eagles by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. When the wind and frost arise, the painting of goshawks becomes special.

The body is hunched over in thought of a cunning rabbit, and the side-eyes look like a sad beard. The sash is worthy of picking, and the Xuan Ying is powerful.

Why should I strike down an ordinary bird and scatter its hair and blood on the ground? The thrush by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty makes hundreds of thousands of sounds and moves at will. The mountain flowers are red and purple, and the trees are high and low.

I just realized that listening to the lock in a golden cage is not as good as the free cry in the forest. Emerald Green Bird Tang Han Xie The sky is long and the water is far away and the net is thin and the net is thin, so you can keep your green and green clothes.

It is a dangerous thing to kidnap children, so I advise you not to fly near the city. The Dog Li Master, by Xuetao of the Tang Dynasty, has been in and out of wealthy families for four or five years, trying to understand people's intentions and win their pity.

Close relatives bite close friends, and they are not allowed to sleep on red silk carpets. The peacock flies southeast and lingers for five miles.

...On that day the cows and horses were neighing, and the bride was entering the green hut. After dusk, people are still at peace.

...Pine and cypress are planted on the east and west, and sycamore is planted on the left and right. The branches cover each other, and the leaves communicate with each other.

There is a two-flying bird in it, which is named Yuanyang. They raise their heads and sing to each other, reaching the fifth watch every night.

Pedestrians stopped to listen, and the widow became hesitant. "The Peacock Flying Southeast" was written by Xu Ling of the Chen State in the Southern Dynasty and Guo Maoqian of the Song Dynasty. It was written roughly during the Jian'an period of Emperor Xian of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The author is unknown. The poem has more than 340 lines and more than 1,700 words. It is the earliest long narrative poem in the history of ancient Chinese literature and also one of the earliest long narrative poems in our country. The best folk narrative poetry in ancient times.

It is the peak of the development of Han Yuefu narrative poetry and an important symbol in the development of realist poetry in the history of Chinese literature. White Horse Tang Jia arrives. The white horse is connected with money and neighs in front of Danque.

When Wen Ke is embarrassed, don’t use the golden whip. 3. Song of the Wild Geese by Li Yuan of the Tang Dynasty. Morning and evening, I leave the desert and come south to fly everywhere.

There is a lot of rain and snow in Guanshan, and feng shui damages sweaters. The soul of the blue sea should be broken, and the trust in the red building should be sparse.

I don’t know how much money I have left, but how many lines I have left to return home. When I leave Yan and return home, where will my home be?

The nest is gone. ...the origin is unknown! Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower [Author] Cui Hao [Full text] People in the past have taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower is empty here.

The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years. Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and the grass is luxuriant and Parrot Island is green.

Where is Rimu Xiangguan? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad. In the meantime, I heard something at dawn and dusk, cuckoos singing and blood apes wailing.

When the moon comes out, birds startle the mountains, and they sing in the spring stream. I hope it will be useful and adopted. 5. 150 words describing the pitiful little bird

May 1st is the International Labor Day. I invited a few good friends to go to Lushun to see the cherry blossoms. Early in the morning, the parents prepared picnic food. Departed for Lushun.

The sun was shining brightly today, and the sky was clear. It was really a good weather for a spring outing. I was talking and laughing with a few good friends along the way, and soon we arrived at Lushun 203 Scenic Area. Wow, the cherry blossoms in the garden are blooming, some are rose red, some are pink, some are single petals, some are double petals, and the clusters are particularly enchanting.

While admiring the beautiful cherry blossoms, we chose a cherry blossom forest with a creek next to it as our picnic base. Everyone was chatting and laughing while eating, and sharing the delicacies brought by their families.

After lunch, the four of us couldn’t wait to move around freely. We climbed up the mountain along the stream, and suddenly a sad bird call came from the woods in front of us. Xiao Cui My brother said to us: "It's so strange. Why does this bird sing so quickly? Let's go look for it together." Sun Yiming, Huizi and I said in unison: "Okay, let's go and have a look!" Everyone hurriedly searched for it. I walked towards the woods with the sound of birds chirping, and a thorn accidentally pricked my arm. But I was still curious about the sound of birds chirping, so I continued walking forward regardless of the pain. As I walked, everyone stopped in unison and was struck by The sight in front of me was shocking.

I saw a big net hanging between two tall pine trees. Two unknown birds were caught in the net. One bird's feet were entangled in the net. The wings of another little bird were caught in the net, and the net made its wings bleed. They struggled desperately, and many feathers were scattered on the ground. The little bird's black pupils and yellow eyeballs... were filled with angry eyes. The struggle almost exhausted all their strength. What can we do? The net was too high and we couldn't reach the bird, so we watched helplessly as the bird was dying.

At this time, brother Xiao Cui said: "Let's go down the mountain to get a camera to take a picture of this scene and post it online to appeal to everyone to protect the birds." I said: "Let's go down the mountain and tell the park staff and let them "Save the bird."

Sun Yiming said: "That's it, I'll go down the mountain to get the camera first, and you guys can watch it here." After taking pictures, we were not in the mood to enjoy the flowers, so everyone hurriedly went. Go down the mountain to the park staff.

The park management promised us to cut the net immediately. On the way home, we were all sad for the poor bird, and I thought of an advertisement "No deal, no killing."

If there weren't those who wanted to eat the bird, there wouldn't be anyone there. Catching birds hurts the birds. Birds are mankind’s friends. It would be so sad if one day there were no birds singing and flowers fragrant on the earth.

Without birds, the global environment will be destroyed and the ecological balance will be lost! We have agreed to go online to appeal to everyone to care for birds and protect the earth, our home. 6. Poems describing the mutilation of animals

Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.

The Lord will kill in the near future, and engage in battle at night. Many families died in mourning, crying like raindrops.

The old horse by Tang Yaohe lay down and could not help him, so he neighed at his master. The melancholy east suburban road is filled with mud in the autumn rain.

Goose by Li Ying of the Tang Dynasty La Hou was walking leisurely by the village house, the yellow goose in the clear water was so pitiful.

If you look into a bright mirror, it will be different when you see it in the middle of the moon. Foxes and Rabbits Walking in the Fields by Tang Yuanzhen Planting beans with hoe and planting crops in ditches.