Ancient poems about flora and fauna? What are the poems that describe animals and plants?

Plum Blossom Land Tour.

Smell the plum blossoms and the wind, and the snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.

How can he be incarnated into 100 billion, a tree of plum blossoms and a release.

Dalin Temple peach blossom white Juyi.

The world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach flowers in the mountain temple are in full bloom.

I hated spring and returned nowhere to go, and I didn't know how to turn into it.

Plum Blossom Land Tour.

Smell the plum blossoms and the wind, and the snowdrifts are all over the four mountains.

How can he incarnate into hundreds of billions of slender paulownias, a plum blossom tree and a flower.

Plum Blossom Crown.

In March, the east wind blows the snow away, and the mountains of Hunan are as green as drops.

No one saw a Qiang pipe, and countless plum blossoms fell on the bridge.

1. Spring grass grows in the pond, and the willows in the garden become songbirds.

Vernacular Interpretation: The pond has been overgrown with spring grass, and the songbirds on the wicker in the garden have changed their species and sounds.

Dynasty: Southern Song Dynasty.

Source: "Ascending the Pond and Going Upstairs".

2. The noisy birds cover the spring island, and the miscellaneous flowers are full of Fangdian.

Vernacular interpretation: A noisy flock of birds covers the island in spring, and a variety of flowers bloom in the fragrant countryside.

Dynasty: Southern Dynasty Liang.

Source: "Late Climbing the Three Mountains and Looking at Jingyi".

There are many such poems, such as the poem of plants: the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

Poems that say animals can be: Jiangshang is general, Inoue has a black hole, the black dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. There are also plants and animals, that is, two yellow orioles singing green willows, and a line of egrets in the sky.

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

The eagle strikes the sky, the fish soars to the shallow bottom, and all kinds of frost compete freely.

Early plum Tang Qiji.

Ten thousand trees are frozen, and the lonely roots are warm and lonely.

In the deep snow in the front village, a branch bloomed last night.

The wind is fragrant, and the birds are glamorous.

If you respond to the law next year, you will be the first to look at the spring platform.

Early Mei Zhang said.

A tree of cold plum and white jade, near the village road by the river bridge.

I don't know that the splash came first, and it is suspected that it has not been sold through the winter snow.

Wang Anshi's "Plum Blossoms".

There are a few plums in the corner, and Ling Han opens it alone.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

White Plum Crown. In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust.

Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered.

Xuemei Lumeipo.

Mei Xue did not want to fall in spring, and the people put aside their pens and paid for the chapter.

The plum and snow are three points white, but the snow loses the plum and a piece of fragrance.

Wu Jiaji's "March 3rd Quatrain".

The bow of the boat rained like silk last night, and the orchid branches in the basin were swollen, and the flourishing stamen competed for the repair day, and the visitors were when they arrived home.

Zhu Yizun "Mrs. Gu Painting Orchid".

Qinglou people went to the pen bed empty, and the past Xizhou said Xie Gong.

There is still the color of Qinhuai fragrant grass, and the sunset is red.

Wang Shishen "Feng Girl Painting Orchid".

The beggars are sassy, and the jade pond is clear and shadowy.

From the weak quality of the empty valley, the Ye Ye initiative is pitiful.

Shi Tao "Mo Lan".

The roots have been separated from the dust, how can poetry, and poetry is given to loneliness.

Daqianxiang has been who has been and, when the ink is sprinkled in the pool.

Mo Lan" is full of bones and clear leaves, and the wind is amazing.

Self-written pen and ink, that is, the previous body is the back body.

Mo Lan put aside the spring star of Yao Cao, and tired of listening to Huang Tingmeng.

Under the leaves, half of the clouds are crossed, and what sentence in the world is all green.

Believe that he is boundless drunk in the cold valley, and my hairpin dress is boneless.

Xiangkan fanniost can't do it, and there is more than enough to pour dust.

Love Xin Jueluo. Xuan Ye "Qiulan".

In front of the palace, the pot flowers, Fang Lan is alone, the people in the past called the king of incense, and the gentleman of the square, because of the four rhymes.

The autumn is blue, and the cloth leaves are green.

Love this king incense, with flowers in the atrium.

The quiet fragrance is scattered, and the still shadow is sparse.

How can it be more than nine thousands, and they are extravagant and leave the scriptures.

The bamboo trees are very luxuriant, and the mountains are full of orchids

The mountain trails are gentle, and the sound of the stream is heard everywhere.

The bamboo is deep and cloudy, and the wood is dry and cloudy.

Lean on the threshold to listen to the birds, climb the cliff to pick different fragrances.

Shaohua is halfway through spring, and everything is thriving.

Yongyoulan" graceful flowers and green leaves are long, and the wind is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley.

Don't be admired because of sewing, even if no one is self-respecting.

Cheng Fan's "Yonghuai".

Orchid is the king of incense, fragrant in the breeze.

It has never been a cave posture, not competing for prosperity and beauty.

Cao Yin's "Winter Orchid".

The winter grass is cold and green, and the orchid is also a flower.

Clear as a Bigu scholar, thin as a poet.

Cong Xiu has a few hairpin strands, and the top is divided into double hairheads.

The evening window is fragrant, and the wind shadow wants to be boned.

Zhu Zaizhen "Jianlan".

The clumps of orchids grow in the valley, and the berries are thin all over the forest.

No sewing or hurting, it has won as a doorto.

Reach the mountain and cultivate a few pavilions.

Turn around and forget about Minhai, and pour your heart into Jingluo.

Thinking lightly about the day, the clear spring should be in the evening.

The jade has been played again and again, and the sky is like a do.