Ancient poems describing orioles

When spring comes to people, flowers bloom and birds sing together. There is a kind of bird in spring, whose call is generally considered as "pleasant to hear", and it is also a bird that wakes up spring. Yang Zai, a poet in Yuan Dynasty, once wrote that this is "the first sound of spring". It was sung in Du Fu's Caotang, in the Woods of Wangchuan Village of Wang Wei, and in the deep trees of Chuzhou in Weixixi-it was an oriole, also known as oriole and Cang Geng. "The Book of Songs in July" has: "The sun is shining in spring, and Amin is ploughing."

Orioles

In the works of ancient poets, cuckoos always crow, while orioles sing crisply and tactfully, and the air is fresh and cheerful. With it, spring has sound, color and vitality. So oriole has also become a frequent visitor in the poet's works.

In Shu Xiang, Du Fu wrote "Two orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets flying into the sky" and "Spring grass dyeing the steps, birds singing and flowers smelling". Wei wrote in Xixi Chuzhou: "The only grass grows by the stream, and the orioles sing in the trees." There is a famous sentence in Wang Wei's "Don't Do Business in Wangchuan after Rain": "Egrets fly to secluded marshes, mango trees sing."

Today I will share two more classic poems of oriole. Liu Zongyuan, a song of the Tang Dynasty, deeply linked oriole with homesickness; A song written by Yan Shu in Song Dynasty, in which he regards oriole as the representative of the most beautiful spring scenery, is leisurely and moving.

Orioles

Smell the oriole

Liutang Zongyuan

Listening to the cuckoo clock in the morning and evening, I didn't expect that the song of the oriole was suddenly introduced.

Familiar cries interrupted my sleep by the Xiangjiang River, showing the vitality of my hometown.

The mountains are thousands of miles, the sky is sky-high, and the wheat waves are rolling.

Kyoto Prefecture collects preferential taxes and donations from farmers. After the busy farming season, villagers come and go to ferment rice.

In the courtyard of the deep house where the smoke is curling, the people in the village greet the people on the south side of the village from a distance.

The oriole flies in the sun, crosses the pool high, and the wind looks askance at the slender wings of willow leaves.

I am now in the hometown of Wanshui, Qian Shan, just like the Hakkas in Chu can't go home anymore.

Why do birds from your hometown come here reminds me of my distant hometown.

Stop chirping and fly back with your wings. The penicillin you love will have ripe fruit.

As soon as Liu Zongyuan heard the voice of oriole, he regarded oriole as a "country bird", because it was a bird he had seen in his hometown, so seeing it here was not only refreshing, but also evoking homesickness.

Hearing the chirping of orioles, I interrupted my sleep, and various scenery of my hometown came to my eyes. Under the guidance of an oriole, the poet wandered with his thoughts to his hometown thousands of miles away, where there were magnificent landscapes, endless green wheat waves, villagers' gossip and smoke curling up.

Under the vast sky, there are free-flying orioles. Therefore, when the poet lived in a foreign land thousands of miles away, he was surprised to see birds flying under the sky in his hometown.

At the end of the poem, he said, why do birds from your hometown come here? Turn your wings and fly back, your favorite Xilin Mulberry is about to mature! Poetry deeply connects oriole with his hometown, which is sincere and moving. The poet's heart seemed to fly with the orioles and returned to the village.