This poem about warblers is very famous.

1. Greeting poems send their ancestors back to Lingnan, and youth and care about sleepwalking and rain, and spring adds farewell to sorrow.

I have been crying for two years, and Yinger once leaned against the floor alone. Ships and cars have broken their way forward, and battlements have returned to their old ways.

I'm afraid the platform will be deserted. Why don't we stay a little longer? Taurus Lu Yu cold food, Song changed the spring shirt twice as light, and the weather was fine when the food was cold.

The warbler lingers behind the tree, and the horse strolls on the stream bridge. Painted columns and colored ropes are full of laughter, bright makeup and bright clothes.

Who knows that today's Taurus Road is no longer the sound of iron horses at that time. In spring, it happened that Song Zhu Shu Zhen was warm and cold at first, and it was cold in February, which made the wine green and fresh.

The sun baked the spring scenery into harmony, and the wind scented the flowers. The warbler's tongue is like a spring, and the wicker is like a thread without flying cotton.

The golden cup was filled with yellow wine, trying to persuade Dong Jun not to delegate power. Xiao Xingqing Hu Tianyou Meng Lanying's name is Mu Lingxi, and the postal service urges the wiper clothes.

Travelers don't care when they fall out of the flowers and fly in the morning breeze for no reason. This, too much! .

2. About Yingying's poem "The Song of the Daughter Upstairs" Author: Whose daughter is upstairs in Lutong, directing the maid to hang the curtain hook.

Hua Lin stirred up sorrow in his heart, but his sleeves rolled up.

The calendar is full of five or six strings, and the sleeves cover their faces and cry.

Acacia string broken feelings constantly, falling flowers want to wear.

You can dry it if you want to wear it. Memories of wicker green, acacia brocade account cold. Looking back on your husband's love, I feel tears growing in my eyes. I have a charming moth for you to laugh at and a charming moth for you to clean. The flowers are rotten, and they are old when they come. Who knows that if the heart is broken, the jade steps are covered with grass.

"Send Yongjia Wang 12" Author: Yongjia, Qian Qi scenery into the Spring Festival, there are few poems by talented people.

In my dream, when I get home and don't meet each other, I will remember who sent it.

Flowers shed tears, while warblers brush their hairsprings and break their strings.

May the return air blow the sea geese and fly books to your side for one night.

"Reward Jinshi Qin Pian Ruo" Author: Li Xian uses Yan Pinglin, an English model, to choose another one, and when they meet, they laugh and forget the enmity.

Low-flying travelers hate watching frost leaves and writing songs to return to the sunset.

Lonely clouds in the wild will eventually support the sun, and the high waves will be spring.

He Lao despises the wind and thunder, and has lost his military years.

"Return to Master Li Zu" Author: Ma Dai's poems are different all his life, so he can't accompany you.

Jin Yong should be the first to catch mandarin fish and learn to carve insects with a lead knife.

Ying Ti Liu is near Guan Road, and Yan meets flying flowers and goes around Han Palace.

Nine strangers compete for rewards. At this time, the heart is parting.

"Wang Qi" Author: Kuaixiyi, with a light sound, flowers bloom into crape myrtle, and Qin Jing shines in spring.

Longmen old pillar gold Zhang Gui, Yinggu new recruit blue sky fly.

The sense of grace should be changed, and poetry should be brilliant.

Who knows that the pine is more glorious, and the heron cleans the dust and picks up the cloth.

"Reward Jinshi Qin Pian Ruo" Author: Li Xian uses Yan Pinglin, an English model, to choose another one, and when they meet, they laugh and forget the enmity.

Low-flying travelers hate watching frost leaves and writing songs to return to the sunset.

Lonely clouds in the wild will eventually support the sun, and the high waves will be spring.

He Lao despises the wind and thunder, and has lost his military years.

"Song of He Manzi" Author: Yuan Manneng's songs can be turned over, which is rare in Tianbao.

Infant punishment is in prison, and water is sad and angry.

Liyuan disciples played Xuanzong, and they praised Jing En.

He then named the song He Man, and the imperial score was compiled by Yuefu.

The fish family has a unique ability to enter the room, and Ye's voice is short of breath.

I'm tired of memorizing words from the outside. Only when I knock on it can I celebrate my birthday.

I came to the lake to pay my respects to the Marquis. It was mid-spring.

The banquet Jiangting opened for me, and the red makeup forced me to sit on the flowers to keep warm.

At this time, there was a banquet in China, and I didn't spit it out.

The emerald moth shakes the sparrow's hairpin, and the blue sleeve sings the crane's egg.

Look at the face and make a sound, no need to work hard.

All the way to Qingyuan Lingling, the beads are even and long in one go.

Offensive feathering includes tone sandhi and compassionate string throwing.

Bao's water came, and Qin Nvyu's flute was empty and full.

Diligence is the most diligent, and straightening clothes is also quite idle.

The ice is still flowing far away and the mud is getting lazy in the evening.

If you feel wronged, when you swallow Dai, you will donate Huan.

In Yinshan Mountain, Yan Ming Xiao, Wu Xia, apes crow at night.

In ancient times, the governors entertained foreign guests, and Luming Literature played three songs by Chen Guizan.

If there is a state, the song ends, and the teeth are red snail bowls.

"Master Guangxuan Xie Qingbang with Poems" Author: Wang Yayanying devotes herself to spring, and also chooses kung fu and wonder.

In smelting, we only seek gold without consumption, and learn to weigh it selflessly with our hearts.

Everyone looks forward to the change of Longmen, and Yinggu flies from time to time.

Who is the only person who is willing to be open, the great man and the new poem?

Pipa player's song

-Bai Juyi

The flower bottom of Guan Yingying's language is very slippery.

Even on the fallen leaves of February figs in Liuzhou.

-Liu Zongyuan

The official feeling is full of sadness, and spring is half like autumn.

The mountain city is full of rain flowers and banyan leaves are full of warblers.

Nine Ci Poems by Yang Liuzhi

one

-Liu Yuxi

Jinguyuan, orioles flying around, bronze camel wind.

The peaches and plums in the city are exhausted for a while, and the struggle is like weeping willows for infinite time.

Spring outing in Qiantang Lake

-Bai Juyi

From the north side of Gushan Temple to the west side of Jiating, the lake is just level with the embankment, with low clouds and waves on the lake.

Several early orioles raced to the sunny tree, and their new swallows were carrying mud in their nests.

Colorful spring flowers will gradually fascinate people's eyes, and shallow spring grass can barely cover the horseshoe.

I love the beauty on the east bank of the West Lake, and I can't get enough of it, especially the white sand embankment under the green poplar.

Jiang Nanchun's quatrains

-Du Mu

Jiangnan, the sound of green and red flowers, the waterside village in the foothills.

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain.

doomsday

-Li Shangyin

One after another, the spring scenery is unique in the world, and the red is growing westward.

Beautiful oriole, if you have tears, please sprinkle me on the beautiful flower on the highest branch.

3. Famous ancient poems about warblers A few days ago, warblers fought for warm trees, and whose new swallow pecked the spring mud-(Qiantang Spring Tour)-Bai Juyi-Tang.

Thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the wine flag wind in the fruit mountain village-Jiangnan Chun-Du Mu

A warbler flies and a warbler cries, and peaches and plums return in spring. It's a pity to step on the moss and sit and watch the running water drag the oblique light.

The flowers in Fujiang River are clear, and the flowers are four mountains and jade wreaths.

There are flowers in the palm of your hand and smoke from thousands of wells.

The warbler flowers follow the world, and the witty remarks are like pearls.

The public tells its secrets, and it is a palace of entertainment.

Just attack the incense, logging friends have wisdom.

Yesterday, Miss Bai Bo, stop joking.

Hee hee pure Taiwanese music, who knew there would be this year.

I wish you a long life.

Spring moved to this world, majestic.

Without waiting for the wind and frost to cut the green forest, Liu Yin suddenly saw a shuttle of gold.

Xi Chen Di's travel letter seems to have aroused the dream of the window of the East.

Stop singing and have an audition. There's no need to sing.

Where does the old swallow go? Good money is the inheritor. On the Mid-Autumn Festival in the West, I heard Yingying's poem.

Six waves of smoke are drifting away, the south is lonely, the trees are moving at first, the screen is awake, and the picture is clear.

See and wait for dark yellow and deep, weaving fog golden shuttle is small.

The man listened with wine, expecting spring to come, and was shocked by poems and dreams.

Fly everywhere.

Cui meets the broken bridge cloud, and the green ripples on the new dike grass.

A few charming voices, gentle transmission, such as sadness, adjust the spring and make the song sharp and agile.

With the soft dust of swallows, butterflies are like gossamers.

The most pitiful dance is flying flowers, but it is called Dongfeng Lao. -Huang

There are several famous ancient poems about warblers. Early songbirds competed to keep the trees warm. Whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud-(Qiantang Spring Tour Lake)-Bai Juyi-Tang Ying sings green and reflects red, and the wine flag wind in Fruit Mountain Village-Jiangnan Spring-Du Mu Yi Ying flies, and peaches and plums have returned in spring.

It's a pity to step on the moss and sit and watch the running water drag the oblique light. The flowers in Fujiang River are clear, and the flowers are four mountains and jade wreaths.

There are flowers in the palm of your hand and smoke from thousands of wells. The warbler flowers follow the world, and the witty remarks are like pearls.

The public tells its secrets, and it is a palace of entertainment. Just attack the incense, logging friends have wisdom.

Yesterday, Miss Bai Bo, stop joking. Hee hee pure Taiwanese music, who knew there would be this year.

I wish you a long life. Spring moved to this world, majestic.

Without waiting for the wind and frost to cut the green forest, Liu Yin suddenly saw a shuttle of gold. Xi Chen Di's travel letter seems to have aroused the dream of the window of the East.

Stop singing and have an audition. There's no need to sing. Where does the old swallow go? Good money is the inheritor.

-Six waves of smoke and black flowers floating in the air When listening to Yingying's poems in the Mid-Autumn Festival in the west, the south is lonely, the trees are moving at first, the screen is awake, and the paintings are clear. See and wait for dark yellow and deep, weaving fog golden shuttle is small.

The man listened with wine, expecting spring to come, and was shocked by poems and dreams. Fly everywhere.

Cui meets the broken bridge cloud, and the green ripples on the new dike grass. A few charming voices, gentle transmission, such as sadness, adjust the spring and make the song sharp and agile.

With the soft dust of swallows, butterflies are like gossamers. The most pitiful dance is flying flowers, but it is called Dongfeng Lao.

-Huang.