Children s poems about birds, poems about birds

I am a little bird, flying freely in the sky, with the same ambition as a bird, but without the wings of an eagle, so she can't fly high, and the mountains only see the silhouette of her flying.

Quiet Bird" Quiet afternoon, warm sunshine, That's so beautiful, There is a bird on the ground, It sleeps so peacefully, Its eyes are as bright as pearls, Even if it is closed, Even if it is so charming, Life and death, It is already a passing cloud, Life has not died since ancient times, Leave Dan to shine on the sweat, People are birds, birds are also people, Coming vigorously, But also quietly going, Leaving a lifetime of wealth, Not taking away a trace of clouds, Quiet birds, Respectable life.

Happy Bird" A little bird, a happy bird, riding the wind, with a smile, quietly came to the lakeside, quietly stretching its white feathers. A little bird, a happy little bird, spreads its wings, sings proudly, scatters the fragrance of flowers, gently plucks the intoxicating song. A little bird, a happy bird, trembling with courage, dressed in the clouds, fighting high in the sky, majestically paving the avenue to the sky.

A little bird, a happy bird, with warmth, clothed with pride, interpreting love for a long time, really composing that moving poem!

Birds

I want to be a bird.

In the search for freedom.

The blue feathers.

Don't want to. Fly to the ends of the earth.

In the sky. Shake it and scream skinnyly.

It seemed to be laughing at me.

Woke up too early. The sun also bent down.

Colors are on the move.

There is a slight taste.

It's just blame. I applied too little temperature.

That water. One by one, they were coquettish on my face.

BirdsYou don't bark.

Mom, she's too bad.

Tell you to run around. The little eyes are like the smile of a mung bean.

Birds in dreams

In a dream. I have a little bird.

Can sing and dance.

Love to be playful and coquettish.

Suddenly. A gust of wind surged.

The birdcage is wide open. The bird flew away.

I was in a hurry.

Break down the door and look for it in all directions.

Break through thousands of rivers and mountains.

Never found.

But then. The bird flew home on its own.

In the light song and dance.

Turning into a golden rooster and singing dawn.

I want to be a bird

If there is an afterlife, I want to be a bird, without ties.

Soar around. I like that they are free, that their lives are short, but they live the life they desire, that they come without waiting, that they go without waiting.

You will not be desperate because of illness, waiting to be slaughtered, and worrying about the copper smell that you are most unaccustomed to.

I don't have a quarrel with the world, Jing Kai I don't want to eat the fireworks in the world, you still let me wake up and return to the forest, I just want to be an elf there and sing carefree songs.

Suppose I were a bird

If I were a bird, I would like to show you my most beautiful feather every day, if you like, I would like to pluck this feather and tie it in your bun, if you like, I would like to stand on your shoulder and sing non-stop, if you like, (

I would like to lie down at the table and spend a leisurely afternoon with you, if you like, I would like to listen to you everything, if I were one of your birds.

Who the birds call.

Still in a dream. The stars are also sleepwalking.

Only the cold moon is half bent.

Sleeping, waking up. Slippery and speechless.

Coming from the window.

From afar. Dreams came.

It's like a mayfly that dies in the twilight of life.

Who the birds call.

Trance to another world.

Urge you to go home.

Wait for the sun. Illuminate the green barren hills.

Let the birds fly.

Fly to the end of the sky.

The sky knows that the sect is high and light.

Rolling spring tide. Who stumbles in the morning mist.

Envy The wind blows the catkins like snow.

Suddenly looking back. But I turned my head white.

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Ancient poems about birds :

When I feel the tears, I hate the birds.

Spring Hope Tang Du Fu.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud.

Qiantang Lake Spring Trip".

Don · Bai Juyi.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

Jiang Xue Tang · Liu Zongyuan.

Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky.

Quatrain" Tang · Du Fu.

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned.

Huanxi Sha, a new song and a glass of wine".

Song · Yan Shu.

Who in the clouds sends the brocade book, when the goose word returns, the moon is full in the west building.

A cut of plum and red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn

Song · Li Qingzhao.

The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years.

Yellow Crane Tower" by Tang Cui Hao.

Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind.

Jiangnan Spring, Thousand Miles of Warblers Crying Green and Red".

Don Du Mu.

The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon.

Title: Li Ning's Secluded Residence

Don Ja Island.

When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds.

Butterfly Love Flowers: Spring Scene".

Song · Su Shi.

The birds flew high, and the lonely clouds went alone.

Sitting alone on Jingting Mountain".

Don Li Bai.

The river is more than white, and the mountains are blue and flowery.

Two quatrains" by Tang Du Fu.

When the swallow came, the pear blossom lagged behind Qingming.

Breaking the Array: Spring Scene".

Song · Yan Shu.

What is fluttering, the world is a sand gull.

Traveling in the Night Book by Tang Du Fu.

The moon black geese flew high, and fled in the night.

and Zhang Fu shot the next song, the third

Don Lulun.

Jiang Han's autumn shadow goose flew for the first time, and the guest carried the pot on Cuiwei.

Nine Days of Qi Mountain Climbing".

Don Du Mu.

The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, and the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south.

Autumn Wind Speech" Han · Liu Che.

The cicada noise forest is quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded.

Into the Ruoye Creek Northern and Southern Dynasties · Royal Residence.

Kunshan jade broken phoenix called, hibiscus wept and smiled.

Li Pinggong Hou citation".

Don Li He.

Ten thousand ravines and trees are towering to the sky, and thousands of mountains are ringing rhododendrons.

Send Zizhou Li Zhijun".

Tang Wang Wei.

The verses about the birds are as follows: The moon rises and frightens the mountain birds, and the spring stream sings. (Wang Wei:

Birdsong Stream") Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue") When I feel the stove ruler splashes tears, I hate to say goodbye to the birds.

Du Fu: "Spring Hope") I don't know when I sleep in spring, and I smell birds everywhere. (Yu Haoran:

Spring Dawn") swings the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decides to return to the bird.

Du Fu: "Wangyue") The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning. (Tao Yuanming:.)

Drinking") The mountain light is pleasing to the birds, and the pond shadow is empty. (Chang Jian: "Title Poshan Temple Hou Zen Courtyard") The birds fly high, and the lonely clouds go alone.

Li Bai: "Sitting Alone on Jingting Mountain") The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk knocks on the door under the moon. (Chia Island:.)

Title: Li Ning's Secluded Residence) The cicada noise forest is more quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. (Wang's book: "Into the Ruoye Creek").

What are the poems containing birds, the mountains are colored from afar, and the water is silent when you hear it closely. The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. (CPMC:.)

Painting") Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear. (Liu Zongyuan: "Jiang Xue") is not aware of spring sleep, and birds are heard everywhere.

Yu Haoran: "Spring Dawn") felt tears when he felt it, and hated to say goodbye to the birds. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope") swings the chest and gives birth to stratus clouds, and decides to return to the bird.

The original poem of Du Fu's "Quatrain" is as follows: two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. The window contains a thousand autumn snow in Xiling, and the door is berthed in the Dongwu Wanli ship.

Translation: Two orioles sing softly among the green willow trees, and a neat flock of egrets rush straight into the blue sky. Sitting in front of the window, I could see the snow piled up on the West Ridge and the ships that had traveled from Soochow thousands of miles away.