Flowers and birds, on the one hand, are brightly colored, purple and red; on the other side are graceful and colorful, singing and swallowing. What kind of sparks can be touched by a stunning flower that meets a cute bird and then an ancient phrase? Let's take a look.~
The bird went to Jolin and flew its wings.
--Cao Zhi, "Gift to the White Horse Wang Biao"
The clouds have no intention of coming out, and the birds are tired of flying and knowing that they are returning.
--Tao Yuanming's "Return to the Past"
A few early warblers compete to warm the trees, and whose new swallows peck at the spring mud.
--Bai Juyi 〈Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake》
The ceiling is endless, and birds fly everywhere.
--Qi Wuqian "Sulongxing Temple"
In the pedestrian mirror, in the bird screen.
--Li Bai,"Clear Creek Trip"
When I feel the flowers splash tears, I hate the birds and be frightened.
--Du Fu's "Spring Hope"
Good birds greet the spring song backyard, flying flowers to send wine to dance the front eaves.
--Li Bai,"Title Dongxi Gong Hermitage"
The cold flowers are hidden in the grass, and the birds choose deep branches.
--Du Fu's "Thin Twilight"
The herbs are no longer flowered, and the birds are crying all the way to the spring mountain.
--Li Hua's "Spring Trip Improvisation"
The birds of the river are white, and the mountains are blue and the flowers are lustful.
--Du Fu's "Two Songs of Absolute Sentences"
Flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds peek outside the bamboo.
--Zu Yong "Qingming Banquet Si Xun Liu Lang ZhongbeiYe"
The wind warms the birds and breaks, and the sun is high and the flowers are heavy.
--Du Xunhe,"Spring Palace Complaint"
Peach blossoms fall thinly, yellow birds fly at the same time as white birds.
--Du Fu's "Qu Jiang to Wine"
But see the sad bird ancient wood, male flying female from around the forest.
--Li Bai,"Shu Dao Difficulty"
The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and when the song is in the spring stream.
--Wang Wei, "Birdsong"
In the spring, the solution is a thousand lords, and the dawn can first be a hundred birds.
--Wang Wei, "Listening to the Hundred Tongues"
Good trees sing birds, sunny buildings into the wild smoke.
--Du Mu", "Four Rhymes of Muzhou"