Poems describing ancient houses

1. Poems describing ancient houses

The poem about ancient houses is 1. There should be many sentences describing ancient houses.

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There is a big box of pear flower marble in the room, in which there are all kinds of celebrity calligraphy stickers, dozens of precious inkstones, all kinds of pen holders, and the pens inserted in the sea are like trees. On the other side is a big Ru kiln flower bag, and a crystal ball is filled with a bag of white chrysanthemums.

In the middle of the Western Wall hangs a large Xiangyang Misty and Rain Map, with a pair of couplets on the left and right, which are Yan's ink. Word cloud: Clouds are idle, and spring scenery is wild. There is a big tripod on the box.

On the left side of the rosewood shelf stood a large plate of a big official kiln, in which dozens of exquisite bergamot were placed. There is a white jade chime hanging on the right side of the foreign lacquer shelf, and there is a small hammer next to it.

The couch is a step-by-step bed with green embroidery and insects hanging on it. It gives people the impression that the whole place is spacious and dense, full of a natural and elegant book style.

3 slowly open your eyes and see the pink curtains, and the twilight is cool. The top of the head is a tassel gently shaken by the wind.

I moved uncomfortably, only to find that the bed under me was cold and hard. Even though the complicated and colorful clouds spread like water under me, they were always soft but extremely thin. From time to time, there is a fragrance of rosewood, quiet and beautiful.

Next to the couch are windows, exquisite carvings and rare wood. The scenery outside the window is beautiful, including rockeries, ponds, green lotus roots and pink water lilies.

From time to time, a little maid passed by, but the footsteps were light and the conversation was light. There are five main doors, with bucket loach ridges on the top, doors and windows, all of which are finely carved, fresh and elegant, without cinnabar coating. The walls are all water of one color, and the white stone terraces and stony ground below are carved into the pattern of Xifan grass. Looking around, you can see that white stone, like a ghost or a beast, with mottled moss on it. Looking down from the branches of the tree, you can see the snow falling in Qingxi, the stone ridge piercing through the clouds, the white stone as a hedge, the pool surrounded by three stone bridges, and the beast's face vomiting. There is a pavilion on the bridge, surrounded by a powder wall outside the courtyard, surrounded by green willows, three hanging flower doors and a veranda on all sides.

The Yong Road in the courtyard is adjacent, with rocks scattered all over the place, and five buildings are hung with "painted green" plaques. The whole courtyard is magnificent, elegant, colorful and exquisite, and the backyard is full of roses, treasures and pools.

Qin Fangxi meets here and flows out of the Grand View Garden. There is a white stone road that runs through Qinfangxi and leads to the other side. Originally, all sides were carved with exquisite wooden boards, or "a hundred bats floating in the clouds", or "three friends of the old cold", or landscape figures, or feather flowers, or collections, or Bo Gu, or various designs of Wanfu Wanshou, all carved by famous artists and sold with lottery money.

There is a storage room, a tripod, a pen and an inkstone, a vase and a bonsai. There are all kinds of flowers, or the sky is round, or sunflower leaves, or a series of half walls.

It's really colorful and exquisite. Shure five-color yarn paste is actually a small window; Shuercai silk covers lightly, but it is a secluded household.

The wall is covered with grooves dug in the shape of antique toys. Such as piano, sword, hanging bottle, desk screen, etc. Although they are hung on the wall, they are all flush with the wall.

The whole room was covered with crimson Turkish brocade decorated with golden flowers. In the recess of the room, there is something like a sofa with several Arab swords on it. The scabbard is gilded, and the hilt is inlaid with glittering gems. There is a Venetian glass lamp hanging from the ceiling, which is charming in shape and color. The foot is a Turkish carpet that can sink to the ankle; There are some curtains hanging in front of the door, and the other door leads to the second room, which looks magnificent.

I saw that the entrance was a winding veranda, and the stones under the steps overflowed into a road. There are two or three small houses above, one bright and two dark, with beds and chairs inside.

There is a small door from the back and out of the backyard. There are big pears and plantains. There are two minor setbacks.

Suddenly there was a gap under the wall of the backyard and a clear spring appeared. The ditch is only a few feet long, and it is filled in the wall, around the house to the front yard, and around the bamboo forest. The whole room was covered with crimson Turkish brocade decorated with golden flowers.

In the recess of the room, there is something like a sofa with several Arab swords on it. The scabbard is gilded, and the hilt is inlaid with glittering gems. There is a Venetian glass lamp hanging from the ceiling, which is charming in shape and color. The foot is a Turkish carpet that can sink to the ankle; There are some curtains hanging in front of the door, and the other door leads to the second room, which looks magnificent. The room is neat, with a simple bed in the corner, a plaid curtain at one end and a flour-brushed wall at the other.

There are mud bricks underground. Really spotless, but very wet. I don't think I'll do it again after the last wash. The windows in the basement face the street, and blinds are installed for fear of children throwing stones, which are covered with grotesque weeds collected from fences, ditches and fields.

There are herbs hanging everywhere in that room, and the light is blocked; Herbs give off an unpleasant smell when they are air-dried. 10 This room is simple, but it is gorgeous.

The room is round, near the wall, with a circle of fixed benches. On benches, walls and ceilings, there are gorgeous skin, soft as the most expensive carpet. Among them are lion skin with fluffy mane, colorful striped tiger skin in Bangladesh, leopard skin with beautiful spots that appeared in front of Dante, bear skin in Siberia and fox skin in Norway; These cortex layers are stacked, as if walking on the most lush racetrack or lying on the most luxurious bed.

1 1 The dark windows face the same yard and are equipped with the same fence. There is a spider web that may be twenty-five years old between the railings. That piece has been used for 25 years, and it was originally green.

2. What are the poems describing the house?

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There are several wickers and low hangers, and a mountain flower pen bed. There are crows flying in Liangyuan at dusk, and there are three or two families in the order.

I don't know how many people will go, but the old flowers will come in spring. Spring breeze is soft, sunshine is warm, and spring ripples everywhere. Butterflies and bees fly into the hall from time to time.

A few wickers in front of the door brushed the clothes rack, and a mountain flower fell on the pen bed. The sun has set in Liangyuan, and only crows are flying around, looking at the depressions everywhere, and there are three or two houses scattered.

Trees in the garden, how can you know that people have lost their prosperity, and the annual spring breeze has blown, and flowers are still in full bloom. 2. He Xin Lang Menghan Golden House Song: Golden House in Jie Jiang, Meng Han.

She turned to the returning warbler and could recognize the old green marks on the screen. It is drizzling outside the window, and cherries and red beans are crystal clear and mellow.

Do you know that this lovesickness is hard to reconcile? It's hard to say whether you know this kind of hatred, just like playing chess.

The light reflected my thin figure, and the light of the candle was too bright. Yuanyang clinks glasses and drinks upstairs, and the wine is poured into the wine.

When will she meet again? When the palace eyebrows pass through the clouds, draw pictures.

Painting Gong Mei as a moire, and painting her with raw silk, I'm afraid it's not a fashionable new dress. Colored fan singing and dancing, the tooth plate is now, only hate no one, can sing and dance all kinds of music to understand.

Empty sleeves and tears, only relying on lonely cold bamboo! The golden house in the dream is already desolate. It's a pity that the strings on the kite are flying like flies, and the white strings on the kite are covered with dust.

She turned into a charming warbler and flew back, and she could recognize the old green scars on the screen window. It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and cherries and red beans are round and crystal clear.

This kind of lovesickness is hard to calm down. Do you know that?/You know what? Like a jade board, playing the ups and downs of chess. The solitary lamp reflects my thin figure and always feels that the candlelight is too bright.

Yuanyang clinks glasses and drinks upstairs, while jade cups break wine. When will she meet again? It is difficult to find the beauty of cuichai.

If you want to paint Gong Mei in the style of thin clouds, it is probably not a fashionable new makeup to describe her beautiful face with an unprocessed picture. Colorful fans, singing and dancing teeth plates are all here now, but I hate that no one can understand the music of Da Song Longsheng.

In vain, cover your sleeves and wipe your tears, relying on lonely bamboo! 3. In the Spring Festival Evening, there are two Tang poems hanging on the wall of Shushan's home: Chai Men, Guan Xiu, silent fragrance, fireworks in Shanjia, and the sun is shining in the spring rain. The flowers in the yard are misty and clear, and the children are crying for Oriole in the tree.

Shui Xiang Tang Heipu Sensen, Yuanyang? Just like poultry. The fields in front of the village are lush with mulberries, and the boundaries between the east and the west are clear and non-aggression.

Women wash cocoons in front of the clear river, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and bathes and changes clothes in the water. Shan Weng hospitably asked me to stay, and smiled and said to Xipo that the melon beans should be ripe.

Chai Men was silent. The rice in the room was delicious, and it cleared up after the spring rain. The flowers in the courtyard are fragrant and the water in the mountains is clear. The children cried and clamored for the oriole in the tree.

Black water fragrance in the pond, dense cattail grass, mandarin duck? Swallows play in the water like poultry. There are many mulberry trees in the fields in front of and behind the village, and the boundaries between the east and the west are clear and non-aggression.

The sericulture girl washes cocoons in the Qingxi ahead, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and dresses and bathes in the water. Shan Weng hospitably retained me, smiling and pointing to the ripe melon and bean on the west slope.

4. The cabin was broken by the autumn wind. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu growled in August and autumn, and rolled up my Sanhe grass. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.

There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night? There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain.

Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! In August, the deep wind roared, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew over Huanhuaxi and scattered across the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch flaps its wings and sinks into ponds and depressions.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a "thief" to rob things face to face and ran into the bamboo forest with a thatch in my arms. I kept talking, and when I got home, I sighed alone on crutches.

Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the autumn sky became dark and misty. The cloth quilt has been covered for many years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is broken.

In case of rain, there is no dry place in the whole house, and the rain keeps leaking down like drooping hemp thread. I haven't slept much since the Anshi Rebellion. The house is wet and dry. How can we get through the night? How to get thousands of spacious houses, generally shelter the world's poor, make them smile, encounter wind and rain, the house is also as stable as Mount Tai.

Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut was blown down by the autumn wind and froze to death, I would be willing! 5, Qingping Ledushan Boshan Wang Shi Temple Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji hungry rats around the bed, bats turn on the lights and dance. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.

From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.

Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats jumped up and down around the dim oil lamp. The wind mixed with pine trees roared like a raging wave; The rain poured down and beat on the roof; Enough paper was torn by the wind, whistling, as if talking to himself.

From Saibei to Jiangnan, I am now hiding in the mountains, my face is old and my hair is white. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin quilt and woke up suddenly. It was Wan Li's dream.

3. What are the poems describing quaint houses?

1, I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. -Tang Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription"

Interpretation: This is a humble house, but I (the people who live in it) have a good moral character (I don't feel humble). The moss marks on the steps are green; The grass is green and reflected in the curtains.

2. The eaves are long and clean without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green. -Wang Song Anshi "Mr. Shu Huyin"

Interpretation: The courtyard of the thatched cottage is often cleaned, so clean that there is no moss. Flowers, trees, rows and ridges are all planted by the owner himself. A small river outside the courtyard protects the farmland and surrounds it; Two big mountains open doors to give people green.

3, five steps on the first floor, ten steps and one cabinet; Corridor waist back, eaves high; Hold the terrain, intrigue. -Tang Du Mu's Epang Palace Fu

Interpretation: five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion, corridors like ribbons, cornices arranged like teeth pecking at heights like bird's mouths. Pavilions and pavilions are built according to the height of the terrain, (lower corner) hooks the center of the house (upper corner), and the corners (side by side) compete.

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3, five steps on the first floor, ten steps and one pavilion, the corridor is like a ribbon, and the cornices arranged like teeth peck at the heights like bird's mouths. Pavilions and pavilions are built according to the height of the terrain, (lower corner) hooks the center of the house (upper corner), and the corners (side by side) compete.

4. What are the ancient poems describing the new house?

1. Thinking about the Tang Dynasty: Li Qunyu.

In August, the white dew is thick and the hibiscus is fragrant.

Red withered gold powder falls, cold pond water falls.

Under the leaves of the west wind, the stacks are staggered. See Acura people, hanging brothel in the air.

2. "eat areca" Song Dynasty: Su Shi

The moon is bright and there are no branches, and the night building lays the foundation.

There is a fan in the clouds, and it is summer in September.

There is a diaojiao building above, surrounded by crimson thorns.

The wind deceives the purple phoenix eggs, and the rain darkens the dragon milk.

As soon as the cracked bag landed, it boiled itself with the skin.

When the northern guests are unfamiliar at first, it is difficult to convince the dietary customs.

When you are weak, you are afraid of being discouraged and start chewing or half vomiting.

The absorption of body fluid is slightly sweet, and the molars are bitter.

The face is too cold and the taste is absolutely charming.

It's a good idea to punish Peng Xun and push the hub.

If the wind is stubborn, make it up from time to time.

The medicine can be preserved firmly and the fruit can be used.

When Mr. Wang lost his job, he lost his job.

If you take a pill every day, your stomach will be insulted.

Stab navel kidney, quinoa rotten pavilion at noon.

Read the book lamp to see the cream, and miss the calculation.

Old eyes are afraid of less sleep and fatigue.

Eager for merlin to swallow, eager for yellow to act alone.

In the agricultural classics, take this trip.

Bull tongue doesn't pay people, and popular people are willing to pay more.

I know I am biased, but I can reward bad words.

3. "Wang Jiwu" Song: What is it?

I used to be an official's family, and I was loyal to Mu Xian since I was a child.

There are no horses in the forest, but lying cows in the mountains.

After the Contemporary Fair, Wei Jun was all Five Blessingg.

Tong coffin is far away, chasing the old.

4. "Five Sorrow for the Public" Song Dynasty: Qin Guan

I used to be an official's family, and I was loyal to Mu Xian since I was a child.

There are no horses in the forest, but lying cows in the mountains.

After the fair, Five Blessingg was the only one.

Tong coffin is far away, chasing the old.

5. "Sorrow" Tang Dynasty: Li Qunyu

In August, the white dew is thick and the hibiscus is fragrant. Red withered gold powder falls, cold pond water falls.

Under the leaves of the west wind, the stacks are staggered. See Acura people, hanging brothel in the air.

5. The more sentences describing ancient rooms, the better.