1. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Qingpingle Village"
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
2. Liu Tang Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription"
The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: What's wrong?
3. Wei's Pastoral in Spring
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
4. Song Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
5. Tang Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. 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, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. 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 buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
2. Poem about residence "Poem about a tall building in the northwest"
What a tall building. Have a safe trip.
Dust came out of the window. Through the clouds
Beauty caresses the harp. Hands are free.
Aromatic gases condense with the wind. Sad sounds are fragrant.
Who cares about jade capacity? The whole city is playing.
Stand and watch the sun. Sigh again and again.
Don't complain about standing for a long time. I hope the singer is happy.
Thinking about driving back to Hongyu. Han, fly with me.
There are tall buildings in the northwest.
Who worries alone?
Ask what you remember.
Xiaojun leyou
Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.
3. What are the poems describing the house? 1. Two Spring Scenes in Mountain Residence in Tang Dynasty: Beautiful weather in Cen Can, butterflies dancing into the house.
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 old flowers are coming. 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's really hard to think of 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.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking.
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 buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains.
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.
4. Poems describing houses are:
Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. 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, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. 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 people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
5. What are the poems describing the house? 1, the strong wind in August, whistling, rolled my three hairs. 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 hut was blown by the autumn wind" Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Commentary: In the late autumn of August, the wind roared, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
2, the screen window is getting sunset, and no one in the golden house sees tears. -"Spring Complaint" Liu (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: the sunshine outside the screen window fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears.
3. Harmonious curved houses and deep alley orchestral music. -"Youth Travel" Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: The bead curtain is closed in the secret room, and music is played in the long lane.
4. In the north of the main hall, the pavilion is the boundary, while in the south, ponds are dug, drainage and trees are planted as a resting place. -"Xi Yu Ting Ji" Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Commentary: A pavilion was built in the north of the main hall, and a pond was dug in the south to draw running water and plant trees as a resting place.
5, the building of Gaomen is a bit awkward, and the floating double is too clear. -"Tongquetai Fu" Cao Zhi (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
Interpretation: This is really a magnificent and tall building, with high platforms on both sides as if floating in space.
6. Write a poem about the house ○ Once you leave here, you will feel at home everywhere. (Two Old Houses by Li Shimin)
○ My pillar is failing, and I am worried about learning to pray. (Li Ang's "The Way of Self-cultivation")
○ On the side of Wang Jia Avenue, the emperor's residence, there is a divine spring full of dragon turtles. (Cai Fu's "Song of Suburb Temple, Dragon Pool Appreciation Movement", Chapter 2)
Her boat turned around before the moon rose and sailed for the palace with an affectionate sigh. (Li Bai's "Harmony Song, Four Nights and Summer Songs")
After the war, their bows and arrows were confiscated, and their hometown was far from the west. (Wang Jian's "Zaqu Geci's Journey to Liaodong")
○ If you catch fishermen in Xixi Bay, you will return to your hometown in the east. (Zhang "Zaqu Fishing Song")
○ My home is far away in Qingshan, and the white clouds are deep elsewhere. (Chen Ziliang's "Saibei Spring Return")
○ Yuanji, home of Zhouning. (Lu's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghele, the Palace in the Sixth Song Dynasty")
○ Tian Jia has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. (Lu "Two Spring Festival Evening Villa Titles")
○ Mountains and rivers only seek things, and temples are home. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Wind and the First Wax of Life")
○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Liu Juhan's home. (Song Wenzhi, "Spring Lotus Garden Catering System")
○ Tang Linhua is bright, don't be like spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at the Gate at Night")
○ Many fishermen in Pukou invited me aboard. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Spirits)
○ Who is Qiantang River? The daughter on the river wins thousands of flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl")
○ Wan Li leans on the solitary sword, and Qianfeng sends a family. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○ The owner of Xishe will send it at the same time, and it will take no more than one month to travel north and south. (Li Bai's Jiang)
One is to move the guests to Changsha, hoping to see the West Chang 'an. (Li Bai's "Listening to Xiao on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang and Zhong Qin")
○ Tian Jia has been ploughed, and the morning smoke rises in the well house. (Wei's "The Rise of Gardens, Sending Zhao Mingfu and Recording Books")
7. An ancient poem describing this house. The autumn wind broke the hut.
In August, the autumn wind howled
They rolled up three layers of straw from my thatched cottage.
Mao Fei crossed the river in the suburb of Sajiang.
The tallest one has a long forest tip.
Xiazhe Piaozhuan Shentang 'ao
The urchin in Nanfang Village knows that I am old and weak.
Endure facing a thief.
Open embrace Mao Jin bamboo forest
Dry lips, mouth can't breathe.
Come back and sigh.
When the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink
In autumn, the desert darkens.
This cloth has been as cold as iron for years.
The proud children lay down and split on their feet.
The bedside table leaks and there is no dry place.
The feet of the rain are like hemp.
Self-menstrual disorder, less sleep
What's the point of getting wet at night?
Can I get a building covering 10 thousand miles,
I want all scholars to live in poor people's homes and make them smile.
In the storm, these buildings will be as high as mountains.
Oh! When did you suddenly see this house?
I have enough rest time just because I was frozen to death by the house.
Liu Yuxi's Humble Room Inscription
The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss marks on the upper steps are green, and the grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: "What's the matter?
8. What are the famous poems describing "houses and houses"? 1, the moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. -Liu Yuxi's Humble Room Inscription in the Tang Dynasty
2, corridor waist back, eaves high; Hold the terrain, intrigue. -A Fang Gong Fu by Mutu in Tang Dynasty
2. Draw a building to fly to Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills. -Preface to Wang Tengting by Wang Bo in the Tang Dynasty
4. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The high ones hang with long forest tips, and the low ones float to the sink. -Tang Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
5, the mountain flower is inserted into the treasure bun, and the powder embroidered Luo Yi. -Li Bai's "Gong Gong Ci" in the Tang Dynasty
6, the stick is still a guest worship, love bamboo to send books. -Autumn Qing by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
7. My pillar is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray. -Li Ang's "The Way of Self-cultivation" in the Tang Dynasty
8. Tian Jia has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. -Two Spring Festival Evening Villa by Lu in the Tang Dynasty
9. On one side of Wang Jia Avenue, the emperor's residence, the dragon and tortoise poured into the sacred spring. -Tang Tsefu's Song of the Suburb Temple, Appreciating the Dragon Pool Movement, Chapter 2.
10, mountains and rivers only ask about things, temples are not home. -Zhang Jiuling's "The Wind and the Early Wax of Life" in the Tang Dynasty
9. A poem describing the house "Poetry on the Northwest Tall Building"
What a tall building. Have a safe trip.
Dust came out of the window. Through the clouds
Beauty caresses the harp. Hands are free.
Aromatic gases condense with the wind. Sad sounds are fragrant.
Who cares about jade capacity? The whole city is playing.
Stand and watch the sun. Sigh again and again.
Don't complain about standing for a long time. I hope the singer is happy.
Thinking about driving back to Hongyu. Han, fly with me.
There are tall buildings in the northwest.
Who worries alone?
Ask what you remember.
Xiaojun leyou
Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.