In Tang poetry and Song poetry, there have been many animals, such as cranes and yellow orioles. These cute animals are used by poets to pin their feelings and set off a certain atmosphere. Can you find the animals in the following poems?
Song Xin abandons the disease
Throughout the ages, the hero has no place for Sun Zhong. Dance hall song stage, the wind is always blown, the rain blows away.
Slanting grass trees, ordinary alleys and strange, humane slaves once lived. Think of that year, Jinge iron horse, swallowed like a tiger.
Yuan Jia Cao Cao, sealed the wolf Juxu, won the Canghuang Beigu.
Forty-three years, looking at the middle of the memory, Beacon Yangzhou Road.
Looking back, under the Buddha's Shrine, a sacred crow club drum.
Who asked: Honest and old, can you still eat?
Tang Du Fu
Huang Siniang's family is full of flowers, and thousands of flowers are pressed low.
Butterflies dance all the time, and the warblers cry at ease.
Song ZhangXian
Count the birds, and report to Fang Fei Xie. Xi Chun folded the remnant red even more.
The rain is light and the wind is stormy, and the plums are green. Yongfeng willow, no one spends the day flying snow.
Don't pluck the strings, the strings of resentment can be said.
The sky is not old, and the emotions are hard to despair. The heart is like a double silk mesh, with thousands of knots.
Night also, the east window is not white condensed moon.
Tang Wang Wei
The wind horn bows, and the general hunts Weicheng.
The grass is dry and the eagle's eye is sick, and the snow is light on the horse's hooves.
Ignored Xinfeng City, it also returned to the Xiaoliu Camp.
Looking back at the archery, the twilight clouds are flat.
Song Zhang Wei
The juniper bushes are shivering with new sunshine, and the sound of birds in the spring forest is coincidental.
Yu Generation mistakenly taught Hao Shou, and listening carefully is mostly juvenile love.
Don Money Up
Intentionally among the lotus leaves, glance down at the tall trees.
Break the whole fish, a little green light to go.
Tang Hanyu
Mu Mu Luan Fengyou, what year to stop.
Drifting away from the old state, isolated from long thoughts.
Cuijiao is tall and towering, and Jinhuahuan is different.
Sit with grace and take care of the weight, and keep the steps of the steps.
Ten thousand trees towering in the sky, a thousand mountains ringing rhododendrons.
One night in the mountains, the trees are full of springs.
The Han women lose the cloth, and the Ba people sue the taro field.
Wen Weng turned the professor and did not dare to rely on the sages.