Ancient poems with crows

Answer 1

The following are some ancient poems with the word "crow" in them:
Mei Yaochen's " On the morning of the 9th of August, crows peck at maggots in the toilet ":" The flying crow sunrise first, who knows whether it is male or female. Is there no rotten rat food, come to peck dirty toilet insects? Full belly climb high trees, postscript shout west wind. Good or bad, it's not up to me to know, but you to know. Things and spirits must be destroyed by themselves, and we can push them from beginning to end."
Song Qi's "On the Way to Early Hair":"The six-screen star tipper turns the car, and Wang Can leaves home." The lonely city beats the drum three times with the moon, and the green trees cry and smoke nine crows. Looking at the clouds alone, I am sad about the snow and graupel. For a while, I heard the flute and recalled the capital. Don't ask in the morning when you're away, and you'll suffer in your heart. With eyes full of sorrow, you'll only have credit."
Chen Sanli's "With leisure Du Garden evening step on the lake embankment with the rhyme":"The sparse willows shake the lake leaves, the new embankment sand clean bamboo mat pattern flat. Thousands of rocks are like crows in the night, and a stream of empty fish flies. The graceful song of the building is blown away, and the feathers of the boat are light. In the sound of the carriage, the distant fire is high and low, and the fog is clear."
Wen Tingyun's "Snow":"The inkstone pool freezes first, and the wine is easy to dissipate in the wind." The crows crowed out of the mountains, and the people crossed the village bridge. A little urgent, just turn around, talent deep not lonely. The thin light penetrated the dark crack, and the light white stopped the cold. The grass is still and the seal is broken, and the pine tree is far away. Xie Zhuang's eyes are ill now, and he has no intention of sitting all night. The thin horse came out and changed its posture, and the temple bell rang. The sound of stepping on the ground is cold and astringent, and the sound of flying is small and heavy. The garden is slanted, and people pass by, and the steps are quiet. Lonely Liang Hong is sick, who will take his place at night?"
Cai Xiang's "Ten Dreams in Luozhong":"The grass is white and frosty, and the eyes of the eagles are open. The original head is riding on all sides. The crows and magpies in the withered thicket should not be alarmed. At dusk, they will take the rabbit back."
Su Shi's "He Tao Migrations":"When I first came, there was a secluded house on the east side of the water. In the morning with crows and magpies, in the evening with cattle and sheep. Who made him move to the market, every day there are people to ask for labor. Singing and shouting in the streets and alleys, beating drums and horns to sound the pillow mat. Go out and have no place to go, and enjoy yourself more than you used to. Sick and thin, I'm alone for a whole year. I'm tied up with firewood."
Chen Zao's "Send Students Back to the Autumn Examination, Because of the Province's Other Industry":"How many geese are eating, and the fields ask about the vegetables." Ning Kan took the burden again, and hugged two vomiting crows. I'm old and wandering. When will I get a loan? In the end, I was ashamed of Tao Jingjie. I didn't care about my career when I returned."
Lou Wei's "21 Plowing Paintings·Irrigation":"The seedlings are despised by the Song people, and the urn is ashamed of Meng Zhuang." How can it be compared with the crow with the tail, which flows backward and dries up the pond? On the left and on the right, they dance in the green waves, and the day is cool. The setting sun is willowy, and the idle girl is laughing."
Shi Shanzhen's "To Zhang Douye":"Snow songs are never easy to appreciate, and the green moss on the ancient road is deep. In the cold, the wild geese are far away to accompany them, and the crows are full of forests when the cranes don't return at night. Purple collar wide robe wrapped sleeves drunk, black gauze side hat turned around to sing. How many dukes and marquises have perished, but Li Du still shines today."
Kong Wuzhong's "Fa Wang Wu Two":"At dawn, with the lights on the back of thousands of families, the scattered stars see the distant rosy clouds." Once the spring song returned to the night birds, half a day cold color crows cry. The willows near the pond still hide their leaves, and the plum blossoms on the road have all bloomed. The time is just right, and the scenery is stable in Beijing."
Chen Zao's "Wei Zhiyuan has a gift, but still asked for poetry, saying goodbye to two poems":"Writing poetry to seek work today is like this, the ancients cultivate this deep source. Zhou Ya Zhuang's Sao has not been investigated, but the waves are like the moon and dew, and the language is mixed. I know that you have an arsenal in your heart, and you like to play with sentences all your life. This old man's blood finger is wonderful. I must return to my family to review the past."
In Shi Faxun's Praise of the Sect: " Walking down Tongcheng and returning barefooted, half-blown and half-foolish. The straw sandals wrap the brush, and the two tigers and crows laugh to kill Yi."
Qi Wuqian's "Send the 12th to the Zhuang City":"What is the winding West Ban, the green forest asks the son's home." In the cold weather, wild birds make noise, and crows fly across the city at night. Lonely, I walked through the trees beside the road, and my eyes shone on the clouds above the plain. I can't tell you what I feel, but I regret that I have been buried."
Lu You's "Late Past Neighbor Song":"Yang Kuang's ups and downs send off the years, strolling to find the wild old home." The shallow water is clear and the egrets stand tall. The leaves in the forest are all crows perched on them. Once a scholar is full, he will rely on farming and ploughing, and a strong man will enter the garrison with his lonely sorrow. Wang Ji only wants to drink to his heart's content, and Ge Hong no longer asks about cinnabar."
Yang Wanli's "Crow":"Children look at each other and only laugh at the canal, and the old man is also a small Lu Hu." A crow flies and stands on the hook of the fence. If you look carefully, you will see that there is still a beard."
Yuan·Ai Xingfu's "Qing Qu":"Crow from mulberry purple, butterfly nest cauliflower yellow." Water ducks sleep on rocks, bamboo chickens cry over walls."
Qing·Xiao Daoguan's "Western Suburbs on the Grave":"Water chestnut wheat east wind green, cauliflower slanting yellow. The countryside has a good color, and it is good to add color to the clothes."

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