Is there a description of the Xuanhuang bird in ancient poems?

With the gentle evening breeze hidden on the edge of the distant mountains, the huge city has stepped into the encirclement of the bright lights, and the noise and busyness of the day have gradually calmed down. The night was dark, the moonlight was faint, and the turmoil and reversal of my mood prompted me to walk quietly on the edge of the lake alone. The clear water, like a mirror, reflects the faint moonlight, blends with the reflection of uneven trees and flowers, and tells the innate tranquility and beauty.

The undulating mountains, the stretching rivers, the green forests, the overlapping depths, the intersection of light and dark, the intricacies of near and far, all reflect tenderness in the roughness, and tell the boldness in the delicacy. Everything, peaceful and leisurely, everything, calm and soft. Maybe it's used to the hustle and bustle of the city, I always feel that I am collided by the noise, and the colorful neon always seems so dazzling and unsatisfactory.

Looking at this quiet and beautiful picture, I suddenly remembered a poem by Tao Gong: "The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses." Ask you how you can be, and your heart is far away.

Under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely". Maybe he is tired of the hypocrisy, cunning and intrigue of the world, and at this moment he yearns for a peach blossom life. If you can escape from the city, transcend the ordinary, walk into the jungle and green mountains, and live the kind of secluded life of repairing fences and planting chrysanthemums, picking mulberries and raising silkworms, listening to the rain and beating the residual lotus, and quietly watching the clouds rolling up, what kind of comfort and comfort should it be?

There are yellow birds. The Book of Poetry, Xiaoya, Hongyan's Shi".

Book of Songs. Yellow birds and yellow birds, no collection in the grain, no pecking of my millet.

The people of this country are not willing to do so.

Words and words, return to our country.

Yellow birds and yellow birds, no collection in mulberry, no pecking me.

The people of this state are incomprehensible.

After saying goodbye, I will return to my brothers.

Yellow birds, yellow birds, no collection in life, no pecking me.

Let the people of this country get along with each other.

Returning to my fathers.

Qin Feng Yellow Bird

Crossing the yellow bird, stopping at the thorns. Who from Mu Gong? The car is dying.

This is dying, the special of centurions. In its hole, I am worried.

He is the sky, and he destroys my beloved. If it can be redeemed, people will be in a hundred places!

Handed over to the yellow bird, stopped at the mulberry. Who from Mu Gong? The car is in the middle of the line.

Maintain this mid-line, the defense of the hundred. In its hole, I am worried.

He is the sky, and he destroys my beloved. If it can be redeemed, people will be in a hundred places!

Handed over to the yellow bird, stopped at Chu. Who from Mu Gong? Sub-needle tiger.

This needle tiger, the king of centurions. In its hole, I am worried.

He is the sky, and he destroys my beloved. If it can be redeemed, people will be in a hundred places!

Yellow Bird Song" fluttering yellow birds, male and female depend on each other.

Thinking of my own one, who will return?

Verses describing Xia staring Daqi Tian and the yellow bird: Yin Yin Xia Mu Xiao Huang Li Kailing.

Cumulonim Rim Chuan Zhuang made.

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty.

The rain is empty and the fireworks are late, and the steamed quinoa is cooked.

Flying egrets in desert paddy fields, yellow orioles in the shade of summer wood.

In the mountains, Xi quietly watched the hibiscus, and the pine imitated the Qingzhai and folded the sunflower.

The wild old man is competing with others, and the seagulls are even more suspicious.

Yellow Bird Age:

Book of Songs. Yellow birds and yellow birds, no collection in the valley, no pecking of my millet. The people of this state are not willing to be valleys. Words and words, return to our country.

Yellow birds and yellow birds, no collection in mulberry, no pecking me. The people of this country shall not be clear. After saying goodbye, I will return to my brothers.

Yellow birds, yellow birds, no collection in life, no pecking me. The people of this state shout that they can't get along with each other. Returning to my fathers.

Age: Song.

The yellow bird whispered, but Xiaolai listened to Ding Ding's ambush and feast wood. The heart has been chased, and the tears are pouring into the beads.

Seeing self-inadvertently, it is even more detached from the love song. The mandarin is lonely, looking at the poor eyes, looking back at the green streams and mountains.

Mourning Yellow Bird Age:

Surname. Those who lack silver:

Hu Zhonggong. Pity the king's golden clothes, and he lost his footing.

Self-compassion is not about the life of things.

Whoever leads the chick to eat together, seeks friends and forgets to return.

Send you into the valley, and where will the soul fly?

The Yellow Bird Comes and Cry "Era: Ming.

The yellow bird makes a beautiful sound, and the sun cries between the eaves.

The eaves are more shaded, covering the road in front of my court.

The owner is lazy to go out, sitting and lying down to send the dawn.

If the clouds are in Central Africa, the yellow bird should also go.