What are the poems about partridges?

Xie Pai came from the Song Palace Circus.

The trees are in the dusk, and the north wind comes from the west.

Beauty remembers mountains and rivers and buys wine on the high platform.

Mo Wen flowing water, sitting still.

I advise you to go home quickly, just as the partridge is crying.

Fairy Huang fusong

Wandering in bloom, the water shines red and partridges fly around the castle peak. Pedestrians came back from the beginning of the year, thousands of miles away, leaning against each other. It is right to be sad.

Huanxi Shalijing

The wind pressure swirled on the catkin-covered water. After the rain, swallows built their nests in the pond. Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes.

There is no news of geese on the sand, but partridges are singing among the bamboos. This kind of feeling is only known by falling flowers.

More leakage Li Yu

Wicker is long, spring rain is fine, and flowers leak. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.

The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing.

Tread lyrics Liu Yuxi

The moon rises on the riverside and the levee is flat.

The girls on the river bank are holding hands.

You can sing all the new words without looking,

The red window reflects partridges singing in the tree.

Bodhisattva Man Wen Tingyun

The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash.

Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers. The new post is embroidered with lolo, all of which are golden partridges.

Xiangjiang Zhang Qu Ji

There is no tide in Hunan, and the moon falls in Hunan.

Give someone a hair, give someone a reward, and fly in the sky for nothing.

Bodhisattva Man Xin Qiji

How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.

Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.

2. Give some examples of ancient poems describing partridges.

Visiting Yue Gu, the King of Yue Li Bai, and the sentence Jian broke Wu Gui.

An upright man comes home with all his gorgeous clothes. Maid-in-waiting is like full spring palace.

Only one partridge is flying today. Guilin road, Li shangyin building is warm without autumn, and Jiang Qing has dusk.

When you are free, you will say goodbye to the guests. Village dogs protect each other, and Shaping monks return alone.

If you want to look northwest, you will see the partridge flying again. When General Kang met Liu Yuxi, he was living in exile, feeling sad and lonely like a secluded place.

The night hunting general suddenly visited each other, and the partridge began to wail around the fence. The flowers in Tumu Shicheng, Vietnam are warm, partridges are flying, and passengers will not come back in spring and autumn.

A wanderer's heart is like stone, and he weaves cold clothes every night. Yuxianguan Zhangji Changxi's new rain color is like mud, and the wild water clouds are all west.

Chuko is drifting away, and the partridge is singing in the tree. At the banquet, the singer Zheng Gu enjoyed the moon on the balcony near Jiuqu, singing and holding the golden basin upside down.

There are also Jiangnan guests in the seat. Don't sing partridges against the spring breeze. Xie of Song Gong Circus is seeing off the green trees. The north wind blows from the west.

Beauty remembers mountains and rivers and buys wine on the high platform. Mo Wen flowing water, sitting still.

I advise you to go home quickly, just as the partridge is crying. The wind pressure of Li Jing in Huanxisha is light, the clouds fly near the water, and the swallows compete for mud in the billiards hall.

Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes. There is no news of geese on the sand, but partridges are singing among the bamboos.

This kind of feeling is only known by falling flowers. What's more, Li Yu's wicker is long, the spring rain is fine, and the flowers leak.

Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy.

Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. Liu Yuxi stepped on the lyrics of the riverside moon leaving the levee, and the girls on the levee held hands.

After singing all the new words, I can't see. The tree is singing in the red window. Bodhisattva Man's hills overlap, his temples are burning incense, and snow is flying on his cheeks.

Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash. Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers.

The new post is embroidered with lolo, all of which are golden partridges. Su Shi's wind pressure in Huanxisha is light and flowing water is flying.

Swallows are fighting for mud in the pool pavilion. Shen Lang is too weak to bear the weight of clothes.

There is no letter in the sand, and the time between bamboo forests is sad to hear the partridge. This kind of feeling is only known by falling flowers.

Xiangjiang River Zhang Qu gathers the autumn waters without tide, and the moon sets in the middle of Hunan. Give someone a hair, give someone a reward, and fly in the sky for nothing.

Bodhisattva Man Xin Qiji was on the Qingjiang River under Yugu stage, and many pedestrians cried in the middle. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.

Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.

Dreaming of the late cloud harvest in Yangzhou Qin Guan. It's Liutang, and it's raining at the beginning.

The swallow has not returned, as cold as autumn. Outside the small light circle, the east wind is soft, the embroidered curtain is transparent, and the dew is thick.

Jiangnan is far away, where people are, and partridges cry to break the spring sorrow. Chang Ji once swam with Yan.

Dance beautifully and sing clearly, with brocade on your head. Drinking is a flower, and ten years is like one day.

Drunk whip comes home late, looking at Cuilou and curtain rolling gold hooks. Good will hinder, be merciful and chaotic, and dream of Yangzhou diligence.

Ruanlang returned to Xin Qiji's mountain, and it was rainy and dusk. Snow on the mountain comes and goes.

There are several villages in Zheguwan. Xiaoxiang met an old friend.

Swing feather fan, all nylon towel. Juvenile pommel horse dust.

Now gaunt and evocative. Confucians often make mistakes in their crowns.

3. Ancient poems about partridges

Zhang Tang in Xiangjiang District

There is no tide in Hunan, and the moon falls in Hunan. Give someone a hair, give someone a reward, and fly in the sky for nothing.

Wengu Qingyou Cave

Amid the sound of partridges and the setting sun, strangers recruit people first. You can't close the mountain everywhere, and you can't cry for anyone.

Visiting Li Bai, a Tang Dynasty poet, in Yue Zhong

Gou Jian, the king of Yue, broke Wu's return, and the righteous returned home. Maids-in-waiting are like golden flowers, but only partridges fly today.

Zhegu tangzhenggu

Those partridges frolic on the warm smoky wasteland to see how neat their colorful feathers are; Look at their behavior, the category is similar to that of lively pheasants during the day. When it rains, the grass on the southeast lake of Dongting Lake passes through from Anil Kumar Bachu Lake; The petals of Huangling Temple fall and partridges sound.

A wanderer smells wet sleeves, and a good man sings low eyebrows. Xiangjiang River is wide, and bitter bamboo bushes are deep in the west.

Jiuzipo Shirley Bone Soup Li Qunyu

In autumn, the setting sun is boundless, and the partridges are far away. Walking on the rough road, I can hear the creaking of hooks.

It rained on the deep bank of the Guijiang River, and it was blocked in Meiling and could not go home. At this time, it is full of holes, and begging for freedom is tonight.

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