Poems about animal quarrels

1. The doggerel Ode to a Cat, which describes animal fighting.

Cat cat.

Don't sleep at midnight.

Why do you think it is?

Chatting with mice on the Internet.

Zhusong

Pig, pig, pig

Born afraid of butchers

If you want to live a long life.

Don't get thicker.

Ode to the donkey

Donkey, donkey

Wandering in the ditch

Fall suddenly

Crush chrysanthemums along the canal

Chanting snake

Snake snake

Wear black glasses.

Wear a flowered skirt

Twist one's waist

Ode to the bear

Bear bear

Clumsy and poor

Lived in the mountains for a long time

Different from the world

Chanting chicken

Chicken, chicken.

Appearance comes first.

Play hard

Have a bad reputation

Ode to the tiger

Tora tora tora

Strong body and thick waist

King of the animal kingdom

Shenshan laolindu

2. Poems about animals 1. When he sold his horse, he hissed back.

Ji Xiang still sighed, but Lotte didn't care about Locke. After the succession of Tang, Bai Xingjian and Mu Ye, the King of Zhou was idle.

Drive away the soap in a hurry and drink the cup to lean on the mountain. Walk by day and return with the wind at dusk.

Ice arouses suspicion and leaves fall like Guan Yu. Under the fairy peak, Teng Weixiang Water Bay.

Fortunately, when the time comes, martial arts will be suppressed and drums will no longer be played. Five sick horses appeared in Zheng Xiao's book. Tang Caotang, the fifteenth ancestor of the Three Wu Dynasties, was so sad and muddy when he was sick.

Four cries do not chisel the golden anvil, and the eyes are unintentional. Rabbit hair is dry and swaddled, and it loses its bones and teeth.

The plain is easy to put, and it hisses at the autumn wind alfalfa flowers. On the dragon, the leaves of shallots are neat and the yellow leaves are swaying.

Night rain is red and crisp, and autumn wind is white and low. Tired thinking about the brain, the shadow is cold and empty, looking at the brocade mud.

Don't blame me for crying in front of me, but I didn't dare to boo when I met Sun Yang. If you don't cut your hair short and turn it over, no one will care.

Frost invades diseased bones without arrogance, and soil erodes flowers to see lying marks. Before the cloud blows off, it belongs to Hanyuan, and I have practiced Wumen lightly.

Once thousands of miles away, my heart is still there, and I am willing to feed myself. The autumn wind blows in the air, and Hong Tao brushes the waves for no reason.

I always blame the dragon's hoof when I lie down, and whoever is thin is surprised by the height of the tiger's mouth. Chasing electricity has a heart and a heart, and everyone is strong and screaming.

If you want to cut your beard again, please borrow a new reamer. After a long illness, no one cares, and the color of Yuhua shirt gradually fades.

Drinking is afraid of dew, spring flowers are cold, and eating is afraid of cold leaves in clear autumn. Long words dare to be red and heavy, and old men prefer to fear purple silk.

If Wang Liang promises to promote this policy, it is not difficult for him to follow the wind. Ma Tang and Chen Ning were lucky to get China.

It is better to forget Bole's reward than to have a thousand gold prices. Although I know the special section, I dare not compare with Huayi.

In case of chasing the wind, be a porch head. White Horse Tang Du Fu's white horse comes from the northeast, empty saddle and double arrows.

Poor Mamalang, I don't know who I am today. In the near future, the Lord will kill, and in the middle of the night, the Lord will fight.

Many people died in confusion and cried like tears. Longxing dare not sing horses.

I'm not surprised that the salt truck is still thin if Kim Chui-ko hasn't been booed. It is difficult to satisfy Ji Wang's bosom friend addiction, so I want to buy a name for Zhao Yan.

In the morning and evening, I will fly to Yin Huang to eat soap, and I will sing in the blue sky. Ma Qi Tang Huo is always eight feet tall, and the chivalrous man leans on Xiong Hao.

Sweat through the snow, and the brocade robe will not be stained with mud. Look at the sudden shadow on the side of the road, and the saddle bottom is curled.

Not only expensive, but also more rewarding. White horse Tang Jiazhi, white horse and purple money, screamed in front of Danque.

Kevin wasted his time and didn't throw a golden whip. Li Bai, a purple horse, hissed as he walked, and turned his jasper hooves.

When he reached the river, he refused to cross the water, as if he were pitying the brocade covered with brocade. The snowy border is so far away from the Tubo border that Huang Yun's garrison at sea is also vague.

Traveling thousands of miles with a whip, how can you not love the warmth of a family? Tang Yang Shidao BMW right out of the center, carved saddle as Yao Zijin.

Spring grass grows in the garden and autumn wind moves. Mingke repeatedly came to Mrs. Zhang, and he waded to the dragon.

Han has been ordered to go every year, and Wancheng is now offering a famous king. The white horse Tang Weng lies on the tile dragon and nurtures the snow and frost, and the hair bones are born with courage.

The first light shines on the ground, and the jade passes at the beginning. Don't be far away from the wind. Flowers are bright and bright, hanging from poplars and exposed to the fine grass in Zhu Ying.

One night, Yu Shu urged him to fight, so Beard rode away from Pei Gong. Old Tang Yao couldn't lie down together, but hissed at his master.

In the eastern suburbs, Qiu Lai will produce mud when it rains. Tang Yusong, who bathed the horse, opened the control to take back the whip, and Nagatsu moved slowly.

Empty hoofs are green, rich in imagination and no money. Under the sound of the bridge foam flying, Liu Yin hissed.

I often hear people say that I am a dragon, and Bai Bo and I are strong. Marseille Tang Yuanzhen Marseille is tired of Zhu Jiang, and today is full of glory.

Hunting at dawn and cold, Chad grass head line. Sleep on the ground and wait for it, and there is no war in the river.

How to follow your own footsteps lightly in the face of battle. 2. Tiger and Tiger Tour in Wei and Jin Dynasties. Lu Ji is thirsty and doesn't drink the water from the stolen spring. The heat is infinite.

Does the evil wood have no branches? How painstaking people are. The whole journey was saved by car, and the staff stayed away.

Hungry to eat the tiger's den, cold-blooded wild sparrow forest. It's cloudy because it's not built.

The clouds are worshipping the shore and the songs are singing with the wind. Quiet words are at the bottom of the valley, whistling all over the mountains.

Sharp strings have no timid sounds, and bright knots are difficult to sound. Life is not easy, why not open this cloud? As soon as possible, I am Geng Jiehuai, ashamed of ancient and modern times.

Tang Chuguang Xi is neither worried about snow nor hungry. Human flesh is not sweet, and evil hurts the spirit.

My home is my home and Mengmen is my neighbor. All the animals feed me, and five dragons are my guests.

He Wei, Ma Meng, Fu Jiang, arbitrary. Colorful Zhang Yao Asahi, a pawn male warrior.

The high clouds are floating in the air, and the ground is moving. You can be brave and have a longer blind date.

Although the tiger is evil, it has its own friends. In the deep valley, all animals look down on the wind.

The body eats the yellow bear father, and the son eats the red leopard snapper. Choose the meat of bears and leopards and treat rabbits and raccoons.

When I sleep in the valley during the day, my eyes are full of strength. Without the right to be conceited, the spirit hangs down to goodness.

Kill his son in anger and eat his concubine at dusk. The horse is scattered and the tiger still lives alone.

On both sides of the fox gate, black magpies follow the sound. Go out and chase the monkey into the house. The tiger doesn't know where to go.

Who said tiger evil, crying sadly in the middle. The leopard will scratch its tail, and the bear will scratch its tail.

The tiger died without hesitation, but he was ashamed of what he had done before. The tiger sat helplessly and died. The situation is as delicate as yours.

So, when you are honest, be intimate. Close relatives and friends are in danger, so trust your people.

3. Poems about animals: Two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky. Whose Chun Yan pecks at the spring mud and warms the spring ducks? The songs of prophets and birds everywhere around me have blown the grass, and now cattle, sheep and white rabbits have been smashed. Who do you want to have dinner with? Petals shed like tears, lonely birds sang their sadness, the yellow crane never returned to the earth, and the white clouds never had him. Grass withered and eagle eye disease, snow as light as horseshoe. After stepping on the flowers, the horseshoe smells fragrant, and the blown water only flies away. The tiger falls flat on the cliff and is bullied by the dog. Longyou shoal was bullied by shrimp. Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint. Qiu Guang drew a cold screen with a silver candle and a small fan flapped gently. Ma Lu left. Listen to the frog, I tell you, in the old days, swallows flew thousands of miles into the homes of ordinary people, and the flags of Shuicun Mountain and national wine were born by a secluded grass stream. There are orioles crowing in the deep trees, chickens crowing in Maodian, people swimming in Banqiao Shuang Shuang at night, and birds fishing in Jiangfeng. Lonely clouds go to Chai Men alone to smell dogs barking, and the snow returns to the mountains and there are no birds at night. Egrets fly in front of Cisai Mountain with no footprints and peach blossoms. Swift flies helplessly, flowers wither. This seems familiar, Yan returned to the end and I can send my emissary. Wild geese, returning to Luoyang, think of Ling Du's dream, singing wild geese all over the lake and the shepherd boy riding cattle. The song aroused Lin Yue's struggle for crossing, startled a pool of gulls and herons, and turned the scene upside down.

4. Poems about animals: 1, Lonely Goose.

Don du fu

A lone goose doesn't want to drink water, refuses to eat, just flies low and longs for its companion.

Whoever pities a shadow loses a million clouds.

2. "selling camels"

Tang Bai Juyi

Riding a horse for five years after drinking, booing when it is discounted.

Ji Xiang still sighed, but Lotte didn't care about Locke.

Step 3 Return to Ma Huashan

Tang Bai Xingjian

After Konoha succeeded, King Zhou was idle.

Drive away the soap in a hurry and drink the cup to lean on the mountain.

Walk by day and return with the wind at dusk.

Ice arouses suspicion and leaves fall like Guan Yu.

Under the fairy peak, Teng Weixiang Water Bay.

Fortunately, when the time comes, martial arts will be suppressed and drums will no longer be played.

4. Flying birds

Tangzhenggu

South geese with frost on their backs are not everywhere, and I first heard that North geese were leaning on them.

Plum rains cover the river and spring grass rests, with many litchi branches.

5. Thrushcross Birds

Song Ouyang xiu

The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.

Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.

5. It used to be obscene to write poems about animals, but now it's extravagant.

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day.

-Meng Jiao's "After the Examination"

Vernacular translation

There is no need to mention those hard days again. Today, being the first is full of spirit.

Riding proudly on the majestic spring breeze, it seems that you can enjoy all the famous flowers in Beijing in one day.

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water.

The ancient road is sparse, and the heartbroken people have a sunset.

-Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si"

At dusk, a group of crows landed on an old tree with withered vines and made a piercing cry. Under the small bridge, the running water jingles, and the farmhouse next to the small bridge raises smoke. On the ancient road, a thin horse struggled against the west wind.

Classical poetry is a genre of poetry. Judging from the number of words in poetry, there are four-character poems, five-character poems and seven-character poems. Four words are four words, five words are five words and seven words are seven words. After the Tang dynasty, it was called modern poetry, so it was usually divided into five words and seven words. Five-character ancient poems are referred to as five ancient poems for short; Seven-character ancient poems are referred to as seven ancient poems for short, and those who use three, five and seven characters at the same time are generally considered as seven ancient poems.

Poets usually describe people by describing things, which reflects people's character from the side. Comparing people with things is to compare people's character with the characteristics of something. This is also a common way to express and highlight the central idea.

Whether writing people's notes or scenery, the correct use of the method of borrowing things to describe people can make poetry more profound and expressive; Can greatly enhance the expressive force and appeal.

Extended data:

The expressive skills of poetry;

You can use the materials obtained by the senses such as hearing and touch to embody the image in various ways, so as to be vivid and novel.

Jia Dao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, rode on a donkey and sang "Birds by the pool stay in the trees, and monks push the door down on the moon", but he also thought that "monks knock on the door down on the moon" could be used. He couldn't decide whether to "push" or "knock", so he made a consultation with his hand, only to find that the donkey blocked a big official's way.

This man is Han Yu, a great writer. When the guards took Jia Dao to the horse, Jia told him truthfully. Han hesitated for a long time and said it was better to type. Because there is a "knock" sound, there are one or two knocks on the door on the moonlit night in the mountains, which makes the scene "live" and makes the environment more silent.

Whether metaphor, exaggeration or metonymy depends on the poet's keen observation of objective things, his own feelings, bold imagination and even fantasy.

It can be said that neither romance nor reality is a poet without imagination (fantasy). For example, Du Fu, who is famous for his realism, also wrote "When did you suddenly see this house in front of you ..." ("The hut was blown by the autumn wind") and "Her hair is fragrant and foggy, and her shoulders are cold. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? "(Moonlit Night) and so on.

6. The poem about animals is 1, and there are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo. Su Shi, the Prophet of Plumbing Duck in Chunjiang, wrote Night Scene of Chunjiang in Hui Chong. 2. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. 3. The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed Chung Shan Man's Li Bai's "Towards the White City". 4. The old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

Li Bai's "Send Meng Haoran to the Tomb of Guangdong Province" 5. Nothing happened, and it seems that I met Yan's return again. Yan Shu's Huanxisha 6. Two orioles sing green willows, and a row of egrets go up to the sky.

Du fu's quatrains 7. The bright moon surprises magpies, and the breeze cries at midnight. Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon 8. Falling flowers are independent, swift flies.

Yan Dao Ji's "Linjiang Fairy" 9. Looking at a thousand fingers, I bow my head and be a willing ox. Lu Xun's "Self-portrait" 10, the long pavilion is slow to complain, and many couples are sad about autumn, especially when the north wind blows every year.

Zi Simon is lonely, Jin He is cold, who hates it? Back in Tingwuzhu, I only love living in Jiangnan. Drop the flat sand at will, arrange it skillfully and stagger the kite columns.

Don't worry, you are used to being shocked and moved, and you should be afraid of losing the lotus and leaking the rain. A string of clouds, look at the words hanging on the needle.

Gradually inclined, unable to float low, looking at the dusk of the field. Acacia can't be written, and the cold wave flies away.

1 1, fishing (Jin Yuanhao Wen) asks the world what love is and teaches life and death. Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.

Happiness is happy, but parting is painful. There are more stupid children, and you should also have language. There are clouds in Wan Li, and Qian Shan snows only for whom.

Cross Fen Road, take care when you are lonely. The smoke is still dull, so what's the point of evocation?

Shan Gui crows in the wind and rain, and the sky is jealous. If you don't believe in peace, birds and swallows are all loess.

The times will last forever. In order to leave it to the poet, I sang and drank and visited Qiu Yan.

12, Dream of Red Mansions {48} Baochai's swan song of eating crabs, Guiyin, sitting with her hands up, Chang 'an looking forward to Chongyang. There is no mirror latitude in the front, and the skin in spring and autumn is black and yellow! If the wine doesn't smell fishy, use chrysanthemum to prevent cold accumulation of ginger? What are the benefits of this day? Yuepu has leisure rice Xiaomi Xiang 13, Dream of Red Mansions {49}. Dai Yu's poems about crabs are full of armor, and she likes to taste the dishes first. Tender jade is full of chelates, with red grease protruding from the shell, and it is fragrant. The fleshy one is even more pitiful. Who can advise me to help? I want to reward you with a festive season, fragrant wind chrysanthemum cream, 5000000000 106. I can't bear the shadow of my sideburns to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.

His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who is worried about the table?

15, but let the Dragon City fly instead of Humadu Yinshan Mountain 16, bloom will become more and more attractive, and shallow grass can live without horseshoes. —— Bai Juyi 17, a spring outing in Qiantang Lake, and Fu Yong, an old Ji, (aiming at a thousand miles), a martyr in his twilight years, (full of courage).

From Cao Cao's "Turtles Shout" 18, the vines are old and trees are faint, the bridges are flowing, and the ancient roads are thin and thin. (Ma Zhiyuan's "Tianjingsha Qiu Si") 19, the petals have shed tears, and the lonely bird has sang grief.

Author: Du Fu 20, here birds live with the mountain light, people's hearts touch peace in the pool. (Chang Jian, a Buddhist temple behind the Broken Mountain Temple) 2 1, Li Chan sounded pure and lustless, and sang empty all night.

Oh, this last broken breath, in the green indifferent trees! . Yes, I am like a driftwood. I have made my garden full of weeds.

I thank you for your advice and let me live a pure life like you. 22. In this spring morning, I woke up briskly, and birds were singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran, Spring Dawn) 23. Lu You's "November 4th Storm": The lonely village does not mourn its body, but still thinks about defending the country.

The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. 24. In the past, I was drunk in Wang He and Jinjiang.

When brushing stones, the sleeves are cold, and when stepping on flowers, the horseshoe is fragrant. It was better to get drunk than to give up drinking at the beginning, but now the troubles are hard-won.

I thought the old tour was like a dream, and Furong City was in the water. 25. The male rabbit's feet are confusing and the female rabbit's eyes are blurred. When two rabbits walk on the ground, Ann can tell whether I am a male or a female.

-Northern Dynasty folk song "Mulan Ci" 26. Avoiding power is like avoiding tigers, and the crown is like a crowned monkey. Those who have been attached to me all their lives are good poets.

-Yuan Zhen's "Yangcheng Yi" 27, the bees compete for thorns, and the sparrows are also crowded. Born small, don't like Guanghua.

-Yuan Zhen's "Fang Shu" 28, (I entered the city yesterday and returned to tears. Those who wear Luo Qi are not silkworm farmers.

-Zhang Songyu's "Silkworm Girl") 29. But I love the beauty of perch (people on the river, but I love the beauty of perch. Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.

-Fan Zhongyan's Fisherman on the River in the Northern Song Dynasty) 30. Peacocks fly southeast and wander for five miles.

7. Poems about animals sell well. Tang Bai Juyi rode drunk for five years and hissed when he sold it.