Verses about loving birds, poems about loving birds and protecting birdsAncient poems

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

"Thrush" Ouyang Xiu.

Hundreds of thousands of voices move at will, and the mountain flowers are red and purple trees.

I knew that the lock listened to the golden cage, and it was not as free as crying in the forest.

Du Fu's "Bird" is a group of people, and his life is small, and his flesh and bones are generally skinny.

Persuade the king not to hit the branch birds, and the son will return to his mother in the nest.

The tragic scene of the nest of the young birds waiting to be fed after the bird hunters kill the mother birds is written in an anthropomorphic way to educate people to love birds. ）

Du Mu's "Bird" Mr. Jinli blackhorn scarf, the garden harvest taro millet is not completely poor.

Accustomed to seeing the guests and children happy, they have to eat the birds and birds.

At that time, the Hui people in the Jinhe area pulled their bows and shot birds, which frightened the geese in the sky and screamed. The poet Du Mu looked at the wild geese flying south, and wrote this poem with pity: birds.

From the last two lines of the poem, we can see that although there are children playing in front of the door, under his education, everyone consciously loves birds, so birds often forage for food in front of the steps, as if they have been domesticated. ）

Bird Language" Don't tie my hands and feet.

Through the clouds, I am a free bird.

Let me fly and give me a little pride in being a bird.

I'm tired of it.

This cage, this water, this endless food.

This warm nest.

I'm so useless.

Behold, the grass withered, and the flowers were gone.

Spring is gone, autumn is coming again.

All I could do was chirp for nothing.

I'm supposed to be indulgent.

In the branches, among the flowers, by the stream.

Show the pride of flying.

Slow aging. Slow aging.

Buried in the grass, buried among the flowers, buried in the surging river.

This dream, this longing.

Into my heart.

It makes me uneasy, it makes me anxious.

Life has no flowers, and self-harm is the way to liberation.

I call it bleeding, and I peck my own feathers.

If life is destined to live in a cage.

It is better to die than to live.

1. Two yellow orioles singing green willows, and a line of egrets going to the blue sky - Du Fu's "Quatrain".

2. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud. ——Bai Juyi, "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake".

3. The moon black geese fly high, and they flee at night. If you want to chase away the light horsemen, the snow is full of bows and knives. Lu Lun "Stopper".

4, stay in the butterfly and dance from time to time, and think of Hui Han in the warbler. ——Tang Dufu, "Seeking Fragrance by the River".

5. When will the double flying swallows return, and the peach blossoms on the shore will be dipped in water and boiled. - Song Xu Zhuan, "Spring Tour to the Lake".

6. In March, the remnants of the flowers fall and bloom more, and the small eaves fly every day. - Song Wang Ling, "Sending Spring".

7. What does Piao Piao look like? Heaven and earth are a sand gull. - Don Du Fu, "Traveling in the Night".

8, helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. - Song Yanshu, "Huanxi Sha".

9. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud. - Don Bai Juyi, "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake".

10. The bright moon is not a frightening magpie, and the cicadas are chirping in the breeze. - Song Xin Qiji, "Xijiang Moon".

11. Half of the wall sees the sea and the sun, and the air smells the chicken. - Don Li Bai, "Sleepwalking in the Sky and Leaving Farewell".

12. Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. - Don Du Zai Xiaofu, "Four Quatrains".

13. The grass is withered, and the snow is light. - Tang Wang Wei, "Watching the Hunt".

14. The grass warbler flies in the middle of spring, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke. - Don Bai Juyi.

15. The egret flies in front of the Xisai Mountain, and the peach blossom flowing water is fat for mandarin fish. - Song Zhang Zhihe, "Fisherman's Song".

16. Drive chickens on trees, and start to hear firewood. - Tang Du Fu, "Three Songs of Qiang Village (Part 1)".

17. The lonely grass grows on the shore, and there are yellow orioles singing in the deep trees. - Tang Wei Yingwu, "Chuzhou West Stream".

18. The egret flies in front of the Xisai Mountain, and the peach blossom flowing water is fat for mandarin fish. - Bi Song Zhang Zhi and "Fisherman's Song".

19. The flowers bloom, the mangroves are crying, the grass grows, and the egrets in the Pinghu Lake fly. - Song Xu Yuanjie, "On the Lake".

20. In March, the remnants of the flowers fall and bloom, and the small eaves fly every day. - Song Wang Ling, "Sending Spring".

21, what does Piao Piao look like? Heaven and earth are a sand gull. - Don Du Fu, "Traveling in the Night".

22, helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. - Song Yanshu, "Huanxi Sha".

23, the bright moon does not frighten the magpies, and the cicadas chirp in the breeze at night. - Song Xin Qiji, "Xijiang Moon".

24. Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud. - Don Bai Juyi, "Spring Trip to Qiantang Lake".