Poems and ancient poems about birds singing

Poems about birds singing 1. Poetry about the chirping of birds

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily.

-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, 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 fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" may be ashamed of 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.

2. Ancient poems describing bird calls

1: I have seen Han Mei and heard birds singing.

2. Smoke stops water for home, sleep in twos and threes and warm sand. Thank you for leaving Lu 'an to say goodbye. How can it be forbidden to the ends of the earth?

-Wu Rong's "Waterbirds" III: Embroidering feathers in spring and living in bamboo forests at dusk. It is forbidden to hold flowers in the garden, and the crows cross the trees.

Find the sound and know it, but look at the shadow and fly low. Not a nest of swallows, look at the mud on the screen.

-Gu Kuang's "Spring Birds Send Yuan Xiucai to Beijing" 4: From the butterfly dance, Jiao Ying just crowed. 5. Fish comes out in the drizzle, and Yan is inclined in the breeze. 6. The cicada forest is quieter and Tonamiyama is more secluded.

-Tang Wang Ji's "Into the West" VII: In the early morning of spring, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" 8: No one is sorry for anyone, only who does not know how to cherish anyone.

9. Every grass and tree knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for wheat straw: beautiful flowers and plants. Late Spring Author Tang Hanyu (10): Thousands of miles of Ti Ying are green and red, and the water town is full of wine flags.

-Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring" 1 1: The water in the sky is far away and the net is thin, which is well protected. Bullets are harmful to children. I suggest you not fly near the city.

-Jade Bird "Jade Bird" 12: Colorful Clouds lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ... —— Looking at Yue by Tang Du Fu 13: The butterfly keeps dancing, and the charming warbler just cries.

-Tang Du Fu's "Seeking Incense by the River" 14: Birds fly to their hometown, and foxes die first. Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Mourning" 15: In February, the lake is clear and everyone sings in spring.

-Tang, "Looking for Nine Fragrances in Spring" 16: The face is gray and the flowers are falling, and the blue clouds admire the birds. -Tang Cen Can's Message from Du Fu, the Imperial Advisor of Left Hospital 17: There are no flowers on the grass, and birds are singing all the way to Chunshan.

Li Hua's Improvisation of Spring 18: There are solitary grasses on the shore and orioles singing on the trees. -the beautiful poem in Tang Wei Wu Ying's Xixi Chuzhou 19: singing birds in the West Garden.

How much is left in spring? Have a bad opinion of the guests.

Worried about the sky and the grass. -Huang Ji's "Qingpingle" 20: Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is green in spring.

(Du Fu: A Dream of Spring) 2 1: Jiang, the Six Dynasties were like dreams, and birds were singing in the air. -Don Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng" 22: Noisy birds cover Chunzhou, and miscellaneous English is full of Fangdian.

-Xie Tiao in the Southern Dynasties, "Going to Wangjing Town at Three Mountains Late" 23: One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. This kind of situation can't be eliminated, so I can only frown, but it comes to my mind again. 24: Three-foot platform, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen and three thousand peaches and plums. 25: beans are planted in Nanshan, and the grass is full of bean seedlings.

(Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden") 26: The mountains are getting better and the birds are returning. teacher for a day, father for a lifetime.

28: Bluebird Spring is full of green grass, and Huang Yun is a recruiter. -Zhao Lu's "Yang Liuzhi" 29: Humayi north wind, crossing the south branch of the Bird's Nest.

30: intentionally between the lotus leaves, overlooking the tall trees. Break all the fish and a little green light disappears.

-Juyuan Yang's "Kingfisher" 3 1: not knowing the way to the Temple of Heaped Fragrance Road, with mountains and clouds. Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.

Spring listens to swallow dangerous stones, and the sun is tempered by pines. In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.

Passing Ji Xiang Temple 32: Beauty plays the old finger, first frost disappears autumn. When I get older, I forget more, but I don't forget my lovesickness. 33: Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night.

34: A bird is startled in the moon and sings in Chunxi. 35: The Yangtze River is green in spring, and the lotus leaves are as big as Qiantang's "Spring Biequ". 36: Ti Ying is a thousand miles green, and the water town is full of wine flags. 37: Susu tidbits are late, Feifei lycopene is light.

In spring, the days are long and the males are far away. -Don Du Fu's "Spring Festival travel rush in a hurry" 38: I have never raised hairiness and am used to flying away.

Speaking of the morning sun, there is evening smoke by the pool. In this case, branches and leaves cover the sky and rise into the sky.

-Li Cen's "Dongfeng Pavilion" 39: The mountains cover the daytime, and the sea drains the golden river. (Wang Zhihuan: In the Lodge of the Heron) 40: Yellow bird, yellow bird, don't gather mulberry, don't peck me.

People in this place can be honest with him. Or go back to your brother.

-"Yellow Birds in Xiaoya" 4 1: Birds fly to their hometowns, and foxes die first. —— Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Mourning for the Past" 42: Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat.

-Zhang Song He Zhi's poem 43 about the spring breeze in "Fishing Songs": solo dancing on the rocks, flying lightly in groups. I grew up on white clouds in front of the green beach.

-Lu's "Bathing Bird" 44: The flower soul is silent, and the bird dreams. Here, birds live under the lights in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

-Chang Jian's "A Meditation after the Broken Mountain Temple" 46: torii Tree Nest, guests are not drunk. -Shen Yazhi's "Village Residence" 47: Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

-Forty-eight poems by Tang Du Fu: White clouds and red clouds dawn from the sea, and spring is in the wild plum river willow. Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.

-Tang Du Shenyan's "Looking at Lu Cheng's Early Spring Tour in Jinling" 49: There are no birds in the mountains, and there are no footprints in the thousand paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" 50: There must be something I have to give up after the fallen leaves return to their roots 5 1: Can a floating stork be a tenant in our world? ? -Don Liu Changqing's "To the Master" 52: Colorful Clouds lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

Du Fu's "Looking at Yue" 53: Birds return to the branches, but Ugur is not alive. You should also know that I hate it, so I crow at the green window.

-Nie's "Night Cry" 54: There is nothing to do, and it seems that I have already returned from Yan. -Yan Songshu's "Huanxisha" 55: Mangroves bloom in disorder, and egrets fly in Pinghu.

-Vae Yuan Jie's "On the Lake" 56: In spring, a thousand words can be interpreted, and a hundred birds sing first. Every household should be aware of it. Why should we listen to crows when establishing rules and regulations?

-Listen to Wang Wei's "Bitter Ancestor" 57: Plant a lily in the garden, plant a song in your heart 58: This bird is light and homotopy, and I am full of doubts in as one pleases. The stars cross the river before dawn, and the willows stick snow to welcome the spring.

-Guo Yan's "Rich and Bitter Ancestors" 59: Birds will be surprised when they are out in the moon, and they will flow in the spring. 60: Open the door.

3. Poems about birds singing

The butterflies in the flowers are dancing, and the soft yinger in freedom is just singing happily. -Tang Du Fu's "One-step Riverside Search for Aromatherapy"

When will the swallow return, and the peach blossom on the shore will be dipped in water. -Vae Fu's "Youchun Lake"

Lonely grass grows on the shore and orioles are singing on the trees. -Don Wei Wu Ying is in Chuzhou, on the bank of Xixi.

In the tree full of red flowers and the jubilant crowd, orioles are singing, the shore of the West Lake is covered with grass, and egrets are flying on the calm lake. -Vae Yuan Jie is on the lake.

In March, the residual flowers bloom even more, and the small eaves swallow day by day. -Wang Song Ling's "Send to Spring"

Flying around, what am I like? But sandpipers in the vast world! . -Don Du Fu's One Night Abroad

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. -Song Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Tang Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. -Song Xin Qiqi "Xijiang Moon"

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. -Tang Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"

"Two orioles sing on the top of green willows, and egrets reach the sky" —— Four-character Poems by Tang Du Fu

The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk. -"Hunting" by Tang Wang Wei

In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. -Don Bai Juyi

In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full. -Zhang Song He Zhi's Song of the Fisherman

Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood. -Tang Du Fu's Three Songs of Qiangzhai (I)

I groaned at my own shadow, like a lonely wandering wild goose, resigned to fate and scattered in a tent for nine autumn. -Tang Bai Juyi's "Full Moon Feelings"

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. -Qiu Si of Zhiyuan, Ma Yuan

Can floating clouds and storks become tenants of our world? ? -Don Liu Changqing "To the Master"

The independent gate is sunny in the spring rain, and the white chicken flies and crows. -Ye Songshao Weng's Xixi

② Poetry with the word "bird"

When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. -Wei's "Bird Song Stream"

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep. -Don Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn"

There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. -Liu Tang Zongyuan's Jiang Xue.

Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. -Tang Jiadao's Li Ning in Seclusion

North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch. -"Nineteen Ancient Poetry" and "Walking and Walking Again"

Birds fly home, foxes die first. -Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Sorrow for the Past"

The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama. -Wang Tangji's "If you are in Xi"

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. -Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. -Tang Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng"

There are no flowers on the grass, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain. -Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. -Tang Changjian's Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"

White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds. -Don Cen Can's news review Du Fu in his office in the left court.

The bird's song is broken, it is for the warm spring breeze; When the sun is at noon, the flower shadows will appear thick. -Don Du Xunhe's "Spring Palace Complaints"

4. Poems about birds singing

Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry. -Du Mu

When you hit every bird, your hair and blood will splash out to smooth the weeds. -Du Fu

Spring Morning

meng haoran

Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.

How many flowers fall after a stormy night.

Wang yue

Du Fu

What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.

The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.

Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes. ..

Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.

Niaomingjian

Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty.

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

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Wang Wei

Mountains are colored from a distance, while water is silent from a distance.

Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.

Buddhist retreat behind the broken mountain temple

Changjian

On a pure morning, near the ancient temple, the early sunshine points to the treetops.

A secluded place with bamboo paths, branches and flowers, to a Buddhist retreat.

Here, birds live in the mountain light, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond.

A thousand voices were quiet, but the bell rang.

Xue Jiang

liu zongyuan

There are no birds in the mountains, and thousands of people are missing.

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

Two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky-Du Fu's quatrains

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. -Bai Juyi's Spring Tour in Qiantang

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Lu Xun's "Xia Sai Qu"

5. Ancient poems about birds singing

Du Fu's two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets with green sky light, Xiling Qian Qiu Xuemen berthing Wu Dong Wan Li ship goose bent neck Xiang Tiange white hair floating green water red palm dialing clear waves Xijiang moonlight night line Huangsha Road Xin Qiji bright moon not surprised magpies, breeze chirping cicadas in the middle of the night.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance. In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge. Qiantang Lake spring tour Baijuyi Gushan Temple north of Jiating West, the water level was low at the beginning.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests. Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar. In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Birds fly out of Tianshan Mountain, and there are no footprints for thousands of miles. "

Poems about Birds Chen Bo's Flying is part of the danger of life. Look at the road, grow wings and jump into the milk washing. Sometimes we can't blame the birds for leaving. This little body is really destroyed at the touch of a button. Moreover, there are not many days when the weather is fine in the sky. Birds walk in the trace of fire when their wings fall off, which makes the cold air admit the temperature of their bodies. More often, the bird is the tip of an arrow, which makes the lonely sky know the sharpness of meat and the pain of penetration. Every bird is a failed hero, and its small body dies as soon as it flies. The sky proves the love of the wind and clouds for the media. At first, two birds stopped in the air and their lips collided from time to time, which went beyond the meaning of kissing. Their happiness is to constantly lift each other's hot bodies so that their thirsty lives will not collapse in selfless love. Away from the wings of flowers, is to let each other claim happiness in the flesh and blood fragrance of open petals. One bird grabs another bird's scalp and makes love know the pain and sobs when it is dizzy. A flock of birds flew past cheering. Sometimes we call that sound birdsong. We sit under it and listen to the melody it brings back from the friction of clouds. We were intoxicated and even had a long song of lust. People who cry can sit directly in the sound of birds with bird-like vocal cords, keeping a high degree of consistency with the sound of birds. He understands that kind of beautiful and desperate sadness. This is the sacrifice of life. It's like being buried in the chest of a whole bird. This is like a killing. The body only prepares for strong winds. Because weak birds never leave the mountains and rivers, an old bird's wings collapsed. This bird is too small. I can't see blood, I can't see scars, and I can't hear whining. It stood there quietly, watching other birds carrying their own lives in the clouds. A strong wind is blowing. The old bird was pushed off the branch, and a pile of fallen feathers came to choose the last free dust. Who let Liu Bang's words catch the wind among birds? "Death" tries to approach the blue days, and birds' lives can't stay away from the darkness. Therefore, it is soul-stirring nonsense in the dream, and it is a powerful story of human bird hunting. They swear that they can be broken and sacrificed, but they can't die when people leave. Sometimes we see a bird flying, and the bird has begun to say goodbye. They died at an unknown time and place. As a mockery, they threw their bodies into the darkness and let the sky-blue thoughts hide in the wind and fly. Clouds let children and grandchildren see through the essentials of flying. Birds can't fly You left it on my balcony. I look at you. You look at me too. Nobody said anything to see what the other side should do. What can we do? You said the cold north stretches behind you in the morning. What's the matter with you? You didn't return it all night because you were afraid of traffic jams. You get up early and go to work. Can your broken eyes be complete when crossing the city? I stood on my balcony and continued to fly, but I still couldn't fly. I guess your life when I have nothing to do. Crow, smoking a cigarette is my happiness. Simply light a cigarette and burn it in the crow's eyes. Smoking a cigarette is my happiness at the moment, although the sunset stole my lover's dress and the night stole my eyes.

The harp is left, but the wind has no fingers. When the cigarette is finished, the happiness ends the lost time, and the falling ash falls happily. Inging and Woodpecker (Fable Poem) The pests and diseases in the forests of Kong Fei are getting more and more serious. The sick tree got sick in the wind, and the woodpecker flew and shouted, "I'm coming, I'm coming-"What a loving voice! What a wonderful singing voice! Only the children of Ingrid can have such a beautiful singing voice. This young woodpecker made the doctor's father not see her as a medical family for the first time, but forgot to bring a scalpel. The disease spreads in the epidermis of diseased trees, but there is no cure. The voice of love in her ear is still "I am coming, I am coming." The voice is no longer good, and it gradually becomes hoarse. Ingrid gave him a good voice, but he ruined it. What's the use of such a woodpecker? If you want to listen to singing, you can listen to Ingrid's songs. Ingrid's mothers nurtured the woodpecker's children, and the woodpecker's children learned the art of pecking insects from their father. Ingrid paid the price. Before their children were born, they were replaced by the parents of woodpeckers, and beautiful songs were born in the forest. These beautiful woodpeckers saved the woodpeckers in the forest "DuDu". Did you hear the bloody cry of songbirds? There is no shortage of fakes in the world, and there are also many unknown heroes in the world. They trained the descendants of rebellious heroes wholeheartedly. A trace of poetry, spring bird, spring bird? Love sings in the green Woods.

Your singing has the rhythm of spring. ? Your song praises the warmth of the sun.

Your song? The hope of new life on earth. Birds in spring, only you can sing spring songs.

Is your song awake? This gloomy hibernating forest and hibernating soil ... birds in spring? I like listening to your songs. I would like to be a spring bird, flying in the sunny and green forest without dawn with your song.

Crow 1: I don't care if I'm so gray and black all the year round. Even rural teachers are glib these days, but they are not stupid. They just refuse to join in the fun and say some euphemistic auspicious words. I just want to be a poet of conscience. I always cry and curse crow 2: I am so gray and black all the year round, and I don't care. These days, even rural teachers are glamorous poets pretending to be conscience.

6. What are some beautiful sentences describing birds singing?

Wang Wei, Bird Watching Creek

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

The king's achievement of "entering evil flow"

The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter Tonamiyama.

Xin Qiji's "Walking on the Yellow Sand Road in Xijiang Moonlight Night"

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. When people are idle, sweet-scented osmanthus falls,

The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.

The moon is full of surprises,

In the Shimingquan stream, in this quiet place, fragrant osmanthus gently falls to the ground. The quiet night makes the mountains in this spring more empty. The rise of the moon alarmed the mountain birds perched on the trees, and their crisp calls rang in the empty mountain stream. As the sun sets, the sky is full of crow frost, and Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.

The landscape poem "Birds Singing in the Stream": people are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

The quieter the cicada forest, the quieter the Tonggong Mountain.

Migratory birds fly far away and the seasons change.

The trees on the shore are separated by thoughts.

Reed can't be covered with gray,

Looking at the birds in the south with tears.

Play with seagulls

Year: Tang Author: Qian Qi

At first glance, they gathered together according to the rattan, and all of them produced reed flowers. I prefer the wind to come and a few pieces of snow turn over.

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Gou Jian Cui Daorong

Bai Niao waves on the habitat, see people lazy to fly. For the fish, not for the river.

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rosefinch

Year: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Jian School: Ancient Seven Dynasties

God magpie God magpie speaks well, pedestrians return to Dolly early.

I planted a good tree in this yard, and I will repay you for nesting with you.

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Heiweipai

Author: Liu Yuxi

There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.

In the old society, Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.

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Du Mu, an egret

Snow coat, snow hair, jade mouth, fish in the shadow of the stream.

The blue mountains are reflected in the distance, and the night breeze in pear flower falls is a tree.

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[Egret] Author: Li Bai

Egrets fall in autumn water and fly like frost alone. My heart is idle, independent of the sandbar. I hope it helps you!

7. Sentences describing birds' chirping

"DuDu, DuDu", the woodpecker lit grandpa's forehead like a naughty doll.

A pair of mountain birds flew in the yard, with red beaks and small and exquisite bodies, and kept shuttling in the cucumber frame all day. Not far away, a flock of birds are announcing the arrival of spring. They flew over the bamboo forest, as if dancing, telling the bamboo forest's longing for spring breeze and spring rain.

Phoenix birds are covered with gray feathers and have short tails, just like sparrows. The only difference is that they have long curved and sharp mouths. A thrush dressed in colorful clothes is singing in the branches. Birds are singing, birds are singing, animals are crying, birds are falling, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered, birds are scattered in cages, birds are scattered, apes are scattered, and fish in bird ponds are tired of knowing. Flowers are fragrant, birds are cold, birds are silent, turtles are literary, birds are in the shape of storks, caged birds depend on people, fish in ponds are caged, Chen Jihe is surprised, southern merchants are flying, and wild cranes are singing.

The stream is loose and cold for a while, and the dew is shocking for a while. If you want to fly high, Kong Wen calls for love.

Hazama jade spreads algae, and moonlight brings clear sounds. You don't know your wings are light until you pretend them.

My king, Tai Liu, would like to be enlightened by the emperor. Sparrows in childhood are becoming less and less common. In our living environment, sparrows are the only birds that have been close to humans for a long time, regardless of seasons. They like to live in groups and once spread all over the countryside and cities. Their voices and footprints accompany our daily life, and they live with us endlessly. Sparrows mainly feed on crops and weeds, but also prey on small insects. In our local language, we call them "hometown thieves". So many people regard them as "four evils". Indeed, sparrows are harmful to crops. In summer and autumn, the floating scarecrow scenery in rice fields is set by farmers to scare sparrows. But sparrows do more harm than good to human beings and are an indispensable part of our ecological circle. With the use of pesticides and pesticides in the process of agricultural modernization, as well as the indiscriminate killing of people, the living space of sparrows has been shrinking and sparrows have slowly disappeared from our sight. Memory. Sleeping late in the early morning of childhood summer is always interrupted by sparrows' quarrels. Every morning the morning is bleak, and the diligent sparrows get up. On the thick and tall poplar trees, they called for friends, stretched their waist and wings, and began a happy day. The chirping of joy resounded through the quiet mountain city, and the smoke from the roofs of every household spread. Sparrows were calling us to start a new day. So, all day, sparrows are active and singing at will everywhere. At dusk, sparrows gather around the house again, making a lot of noise. It seems that they will have a summary meeting together to talk about their day's life, and then both of them will go back to their nests, and the twilight is getting darker. At this time, it is surprisingly quiet. Sparrows accompany the childhood of our rural children. At that time, every child's indispensable toy was a slingshot. I also wore a green coat with pockets, one with a slingshot and the other with pebbles for bullets. From time to time, I aim and shoot sparrows that stay on branches, wires, roofs and woodpiles. Because of the level problem, I only hit the sparrow once when I was a child. The hapless sparrow fell from the branch after being hit, and only staggered into the depths of the sunset. For this small achievement, I have told my companions many times, and I feel very sorry every time. Sparrows are always guarding this traditional village with us. Other migratory birds leave their homes here in late autumn and fly to the warm south to avoid the cold. Only sparrows persist in the cold of their hometown. In winter, when they were covered with snow, sparrows lost many places to feed and play, so they came to the country roads in droves, moved to the village yard and flew in droves. Pick up something to eat. We often see them competing with chickens and dogs for food. Once I swept a piece of snow in the snow, put a radish sieve, put food as bait, and prepared to catch some as pets. I also detained a few, but when I grabbed them from the radish sieve, they all ran along the crack. Today, I am really pleased with the level of bird catching when I was a child. Because, I have never hurt sparrows for this reason. The fresh air in the countryside, the natural field scenery in the countryside, and the simple village remain the same. However, sparrows in the countryside are hard to find, and the countryside has become lonely without the noise of sparrows. We have many things that we didn't have before, but we are losing many beautiful things that we once had. This is our helplessness. Can sparrows go home? I miss them. The life of a sparrow. Characters in Lin Chuanxiu's works: Sparrow, Sparrow's friend, primary school teacher talking with kings and soldiers in the palace, children playing on the grassland, gangsters fighting in the street, and doctors in the veterinary center. Chen: Sparrow's parents were treated as pets when they were born, and Sparrow raised himself. When the little sparrow grew up, she met a little sparrow who had no parents like herself, so the little sparrow became friends with them. They agreed to save the sparrow's parents together. They came to a palace and saw the king say to him, "Save my parents." The king didn't understand what the sparrow was saying. Thinking that he was hungry, he ordered his soldiers to get something for the sparrow to eat. The little sparrow thought, now it is hungry, too, and it is not too late to go on the road after eating! The little sparrow eats a little selflessly, but reminds herself of the great responsibility. A few days later, the little sparrow said goodbye to the king and the soldiers. After that, they went to a primary school. The teachers saw it and threw stones at them. They cried so loudly that they had to fly away. The second time, the sparrow thought that the teachers would be soft-hearted and flew to that school again. This time, the teachers did not relent, but used sticks. The little sparrows saw the shit in this situation and flew away at once. From then on, they were afraid to go near the school. The little sparrow flew to a vast grassland again. Sparrows saw a group of children playing on the grass, and the children all flew down after seeing it. They think the little sparrow is too boring to play with him all the time until the little sparrow is tired. After the sparrow fainted, a group of steel was finished.