What are the famous phrases to use when you hear a few birdsongs in the distance?

1: I have seen the cold plum hair, and I have heard the sound of birds again.

2: Smoke is the line to stop the water for the home, and sleep in the warm sand. For Xie Liluan and farewell hooves, how to forbid to the end of the world. - Wu Rong, "Water Birds".

3: Spring embroiders feathers, twilight to the bamboo forest. The forbidden garden is full of flowers, and the river bridge is crying across the trees. Looking for the sound to know the distance, Gu Yingnian flew low. There are no nest swallows, like peeking at the mud on the screen. ——Taking into account the situation of "Spring Bird Words Send Yuan Xiucai to Beijing".

4: Stay and dance with butterflies from time to time, and the warbler is just crying.

5: The drizzle fish come out, and the breeze swallows slanted.

6: The quieter the cicada noise forest, the more secluded the birdsong mountain. - Don Wang's book "Into the Ruoye Creek".

7: I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. - Don Meng Haoran, "Spring Dawn".

8: No one is sorry for anyone, only who doesn't know how to cherish anyone.

9: The grass and trees know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple are fragrant: the beautiful flowers and plants describe the poems of the birds 60 verses to describe the birds. Tang Hanyu "Late Spring".

10: Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind. - Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring".

11: The sky is long and the water is far away, and the snares are scarce, and the green clothes are protected. Bomb children and many harmful things, and persuade you not to fly near the city. - Kingapplier "Kingfisher".

12: Stratus clouds are born on the chest, and the birds are returned. - Don Du Fu, "Wangyue".

13: The butterflies dance from time to time, and the warbler is just crying. ——Tang Dufu, "Seeking Fang by the River".

14: The bird flies against his hometown, and the fox dies on the first hill. Qu Yuan's "Nine Chapters of Lamentation".

15: In February, the lake is clear, and the birds are singing in spring. ——Tang Yu Haoran, "Nine Phases of the King of Joy in Spring".

16: The white hair is sad and the flowers are falling, and the green clouds are envious of the birds. ——Tang Cen Shen, "Du Shi Zhi of Jizuo Province".

17: No one in the grass falls spontaneously, and the birds cry all the way to the spring mountain. Li Hua's "Spring Improvisation".

18: The solitary grass grows on the shore, and there are yellow orioles singing in the deep trees. ——Don Wei Yingwu's beautiful poems in Chuzhou West Stream.

19: Birds in the West Garden. How much spring to stay. The feelings of the guest are not good. Sorrowful and fragrant grass. - Huang Ji's "Qingping Le".

20: The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. (Du Fu: "Spring Hope").

21: The river rain and the river grass are all together, and the six dynasties are like dreams and birds crying in the air. - Don Weizhuang, "Taicheng".

22: The noisy birds cover the spring island, and the miscellaneous flowers are full of Fangdian. ——Liang Xie of the Southern Dynasty "Climbing the Three Mountains in the Evening and Looking at Jingyi".

23: One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

24: Three-foot podium, three-inch tongue, three-inch pen, three thousand peaches and plums.

25: The mountain weather is good, and the birds are still together. ——Tao Yuanming: "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home").

26: The grass and trees by the Blue Bird Spring are spring, and the yellow clouds are recruiting people. - Lu Zhao, "Willow Branches".

27: Humayi north wind, over the south branch of the bird's nest.

28: Intentionally among the lotus leaves, glimpse down the tall trees. Break the whole fish, a little green light. - Yang Juyuan's "Fish Kingfisher".

29: The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

30: 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. - Xiaoya Yellow Bird

31: In the spring, it is interpreted as a thousand words, and the dawn can be the first hundred birds to cry.

32: This fowl is light and less homogeneous, and I am full of doubts when I hear it. Before the stars are gone, the river will be announced, and the willows will welcome spring when the snow is sticky. - Yan Guo, "Fu Hundred Tongues".

The sunset was full of frost, and Jiang Feng was sleeping.

Landscape poem "Birdsong Stream": People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the spring mountains are empty. The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings.

The quieter the cicada noise forest, the more secluded the birdsong mountain.

Migratory birds fly far away and the seasons change, and the trees on the shore are missing.

The white reeds could not be covered, and the birds looked south with tears.

Cha Yi Ling vine gathered, all to the reed flowers. I prefer the wind to come, and a few pieces of clear snow.

Jiang Ou] Cui Daorong.

The white bird wave perched on the waves, and saw people flying lazily. For the sake of seeking a fish, it is not a love for river water.

I will plant a tree in the middle of the court this day, and I will make a nest with you and repay you.

Wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, and the sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Alley.

In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people.

Heron Du Mu.

The snow clothes and snow hair are green and jade, and the group of fishers is in the shadow of the stream.

Flying far away to reflect the blue mountain, a pear blossom falling in the evening breeze.

The egret descends to the autumn water, flying alone like falling frost. The heart is idle and has not gone, and the independent sandbar is by.

The cicada noise forest is quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. (Wang's book "Into Ruoye Creek") is not aware of spring sleep, and I hear birds everywhere. (Yu Haoran's "Spring Dawn") The moonrise frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. (Wang Wei, "Birdsong Stream").

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. (Du Fu's "Quatrain").