1. Poems about houses
Poems about houses 1. Poems and famous aphorisms about houses
★Famous aphorisms about "home"
○Home, the paradise of the world (Germany)
○Birds love their nests and people love their homes (UK)
○Other people’s golden and silver nests are not as good as your own straw nest
○No pest bird will soil its own nest (UK)
○For Adam, heaven is his home; however, for Adam’s descendants, home is It is their paradise (Votaire)
○My house is like a castle to me, and the law cannot drive me out of it---(W. Stoneford)
★ "Home" in Tang Poetry
○Once you leave this place, you will become home all over the world. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
○The pillars of my family are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Ti Cheng Cultivation of One's Bamboo Barrier")
○Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there is a holy spring with a sacred horse, dragon and turtle. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
○ Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Essays on Prime Minister's Harmony·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Summer Songs")
○The warriors gathered their bows and arrows and returned due west to face their hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: A Journey to Liaodong")
○A fisherman is fishing in the Feixi Bay, and his boat is from the west to the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
○My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the foreign country is surrounded by white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall")
○Huang Shang Yuanji, the country's family is in peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·The Sixth Song of the Crown Prince")
○The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden in the spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
○Mountains and rivers only ask about objects, and palaces and temples are not homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Holy System of Fenghe First Came out of Luocheng")
○ Furong Qin Di Marsh, Lu Ju Han's homeland. (Song Zhiwen, "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden on a Spring Day")
○The flowers in the pond under the moonlight look different than a family in spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei")
○There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to take a boat. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
○Whose family is by the Qiantang River? The daughter on the river is the best in flowers. (Wang Changling's "The Girl with Shape")
○A solitary sword thousands of miles away, sent to one family across thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○The east house and the west house are sent out at the same time, and it takes less than a month to go north and south. (Li Bai's "Jiangxia Journey")
○1 I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin")
○The Tian family has been plowing, and morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "Yan Qi in the Garden, Sends Zhaoying to Han Mingfu and Master Lu's Book")
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★ "Home" in Tang Poetry
○Once you leave this place, the world becomes your home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
○The pillars of my family are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Ti Cheng Cultivation of One's Bamboo Barrier")
○Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there is a holy spring with a sacred horse, dragon and turtle. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
○ Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Essays on Prime Minister's Harmony·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Summer Songs")
○The warriors gathered their bows and arrows and returned due west to face their hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: A Journey to Liaodong")
○A fisherman is fishing in the Feixi Bay, and his boat is from the west to the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
○My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the foreign country is surrounded by white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall")
○Huang Shang Yuanji, the country's family is in peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·The Sixth Song of the Crown Prince")
○The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden in the spring.
(Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
○Mountains and rivers only ask about objects, and palaces and temples are not homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Holy System of Fenghe First Came out of Luocheng")
○ Furong Qin Di Marsh, Lu Ju Han's homeland. (Song Zhiwen, "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden on a Spring Day")
○The flowers in the pond under the moonlight look different than a family in spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei")
○There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to take a boat. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
○Whose family is by the Qiantang River? The daughter on the river is the best in flowers. (Wang Changling's "The Girl with Shape")
○A solitary sword thousands of miles away, sent to one family across thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○The east house and the west house are sent out at the same time, and it takes less than a month to go north and south. (Li Bai's "Jiangxia Journey")
○1 I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin")
○The Tian family has been plowing, and morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "The Garden Rises, Sends to Zhaoying Han Mingfu and Master Lu")
2. Poems describing residences
"Poem about a tall building in the northwest"
How tall a building is. It's far away, steep and peaceful.
The beautiful window comes out of the dust. Flying in the clouds.
The beautiful woman plays the harp and harp. Slender hands are clear and free.
The aroma is carried by the wind. The mournful sound is fragrant orchid.
Who can take care of the beauty? Allure in one shot.
Standing and looking at the sun. He sighed again and again.
Stay there for a long time without complaining. May the singers be happy.
Sijia returns to Hongyu. Fly together and fly together.
There are tall buildings in the northwest,
Who is sad alone
I ask you what you remember
You are smiling at the moon
The tall buildings look like dusk, and the sycamore leaves are covered with rustling rain.
3. A complete collection of ancient poems describing houses
"Ode to Afang Palace" by Du Mu
"Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" by Wang Bo
"The Story of Yueyang Tower" Fan Zhongyan
"Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi
"Huang Crane" by Cui Hao
"Ode to the Palace of Guanwa" by Fan Chengda
"Ode to Nagato" by Sima Xiangru
One of the poems about palace music (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty)
Title: Written by imperial edict. The Emperor Ming sat in the Agarwood Pavilion, feeling something and wanting to make music in vain. When he was called in, Bai was already drunk. He poured water on his face from left to right to relax a little. The writing is written with exquisite precision.
The golden house of Xiaosheng is full of purple microorganisms. Mountain flowers are placed in the bun, and carnations are embroidered on the robe.
Every time I leave the deep palace, I always follow the chariot back home. I just worry about the singing and dancing disappearing, turning into colorful clouds flying.
Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind
Du Fu
In August, the high autumn wind howled and rolled up the three thatched roofs of my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond. A group of children in the south village bullied me into being old and weak, and I was a thief who could not stand it. He hugged the grass and planted the bamboo, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed. The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the autumn desert turns dark. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is chaotic and I have little sleep, how can I get wet all night long? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that does not stand up to wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
A poem about a tall building in the northwest
Author: Lu Ji (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
A tall building is so steep. It's far away, steep and peaceful. The beautiful window comes out of the dust. Flying in the clouds.
The beautiful woman plays the harp and harp. Slender hands are clear and free. The aroma is carried by the wind. The mournful sound is fragrant orchid.
Who can take care of the beauty? Allure in one shot. Standing and looking at the sun. He sighed again and again.
Stay there for a long time without complaining. May the singers be happy. Sijia returns to Hongyu. Fly together and fly together.
4. Poems about houses
The poems describing "houses" are as follows:
1. "Qingpingle Village Residence" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is so charming when she is drunk, but who is the old lady with gray hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop.
What I love most is that my child died, lying down at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
2. "Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
A mountain is not high, but it is famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: What is so shameful?
3. "Pastoral Works in Spring" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Spring doves are singing on the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the village. Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.
4. "Cold Food on the Tomb" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
What a shame for a straight man! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance?
The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.
The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is nothing new in the last year.
Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest during the festival.
5. "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the three thatched roofs of my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.
The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not stand facing a thief, so they openly carried me into the bamboo. My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned home, I leaned on my stick and sighed.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is chaotic and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long?
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that does not stand up to wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
5. What are the ancient poems that describe houses
1. "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
The high autumn wind howls in August, Roll up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.
The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not bear to face them as thieves. He hugged the grass and planted the bamboo, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is chaotic and I have little sleep, how can I get wet all night long?
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that does not stand up to wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
Translation:
In the depth of autumn in August, the strong wind howled, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flies across the Huanhua River and is scattered on the other side of the river. The thatch that flies high is entangled in the tall treetops, and the grass that flies low flutters and sinks into the ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me because I was old and weak. They had the heart to act like a "thief" and steal things in front of me. They ran into the bamboo forest holding thatch without any scruples. My lips were dry and I couldn’t stop drinking. When I came back, I was leaning on a cane and sighing alone.
After a while the wind stopped, the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the gloomy sky in late autumn gradually became dark. The cloth has been covered for many years, and it is cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture was not good and the quilt was torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place in the house. The rainwater on the roof leaks down like twine. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I had very little sleep time. The nights were long, the house leaked, and the bed was wet. How could I stay up until dawn?
How can we get tens of millions of spacious and tall houses to universally shelter poor scholars all over the world and make them smile? The house will not be moved by wind and rain, but is as stable as a mountain? well! When will such a tall house appear in front of me, even if my thatched hut is blown apart by the autumn wind, I will be willing to freeze to death!
2. "Qing Ping Le· Staying Alone in Wang's Nunnery in Boshan" by Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty
Hungry rats circled the bed, and bats turned over the lamps and danced. The pine trees on the house are blown by the heavy rain, and I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.
He lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River all his life, and came back with a beautiful face. Sleeping in a dream in the autumn night under the quilt, you can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers before your eyes.
Translation:
Hungry mice scampered around the bed, and bats danced around the lamp. The pine wind on the house came with heavy rain, and the window paper was torn by the wind, making a huffing sound, as if talking to himself.
He spent his whole life traveling between the north and the south of the Yangtze River, and now he has returned with a head full of white hair and an old face. The quilt is thin and the windy and rainy autumn night wakes up from the dream, and the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in the dream are still in front of me.
3. "Concubine's Unlucky Life" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The Han emperor cherished Gillian and stored it in a golden house.
Cough and saliva fall for nine days, and the wind brings forth pearls and jade.
Translation:
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once loved Gillian very much and built a golden house for her to live in.
She has such a high position that even if she spits out sleep foam, it will turn into pearls and jade with the wind.
4. "The Potter" by Mei Yaochen of the Northern Song Dynasty
The earth in front of the pottery door is all gone, and there is no tile on the house.
If your fingers are not stained with mud, you will live in a building with scales.
Translation:
The tile-burning workers dug and dug all day long. All the soil in front of the door was dug out, but there was not a single tile on the house.
Those wealthy families don’t even touch mud with their fingers, but they live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles.
5. "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" by Tao Yuanming of the Tang Dynasty
Mengxia has long vegetation and sparse trees around the house.
The birds appreciate their support, and I also love my house.
Translation:
During the Mengxia season, the vegetation is lush and green trees surround my house.
The birds seem to have something to rely on for their happiness, and I also love my thatched cottage.
6. Request: Ancient poems describing the living room, etc. online, good points will be added
The form of writing without records (dú).
Zhuge Lu, Nanyang. In the daytime, the leaves are covered with thorns, and the empty room is empty of dust.
At that time, the song was playing again. This is a humble house and a lonely alley.
I drink my new wine, and the two chickens bring me closer. The room is dark during the day.
There is no confusion about silk and bamboo. Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.
The square house covers more than ten acres, and there is plenty of room to spare, and people can come and go with the grass. After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.
Returning to the garden and living in the fields·Part 2: There are few people in the wild. The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.
There are eight or nine thatched cottages in Yuanren Village. Tao Yuanming is nostalgic for the old forest. He washes my feet when he encounters them, but I am grateful for my virtue.
On the upper level of the moss mark, there is a green and shabby room with the inscription Liu Yu and Xishan not high. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going.
You can tune the plain qin, and for thirty years, you can sit in the smoke in the ruins and read the Golden Sutra. Confucius said: How shameful is this, Western Shuzi Yunting? Returning to the garden and living in the fields. One of the reasons is that he has no sense of custom, and his nature is to love hills and mountains.
Falling into the dust net by mistake, the fish in the pond misses the old abyss, and the thorn bushes replace the bright candles. Dogs bark in the deep alleys, cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
The courtyard is dust-free. When we meet, there are no words, but the road is long.
The days of mulberry and maize have been long, and the days of my soil have been broad. They are often afraid of the arrival of frost and sleet, and they will be scattered like grass.
Returning to the garden and living in the fields·The five sorrows and hatreds are returned alone, and the rugged journey is full of twists and turns. The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and it is famous for its immortals.
The water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it is spiritual, and the grass is as green as the curtain.
7. What are the poems related to "house"
What are the poems related to "house"
1. "Song of Building a House"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wen Tianxiang
Since I live in Bianyan, I can govern myself in one house.
After two heavy rains in two years, the ground became a pool of filth.
The people in the village felt pity for me and built them with dirt.
It can be built up to two feet long, just like a puddle in the water.
When the rotten soil comes, it is smelly and filthy, so don’t chase it.
Cover your nose and don’t get close.
In a moment, the grave is dark, and the sound of thousands of pestles is mixed.
But when you see it, it is as flat as dirt, and there is no doubt about it.
It is to know the affairs of the world, not to discuss the foundation.
You can hide your eyes and ears, but you can boast of being miraculous.
What the world cannot tell is that it is of sheep nature but tiger skin.
The big ones are all the same, but the small ones don’t know.
Stay deep in my heart and watch the passage of Tao.
Whenever the cicada sloughs off, it suddenly breaks with the troubled world.
2. "Sad Thoughts"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Qunyu
In August, the white dew is thick, and the hibiscus is fragrant. The red withered gold powder fell into the cold pond water.
Under the leaves of the west wind, the folds of bamboo are staggered. There are no singers, and the green house is empty.
3. "Eating Betel Nut"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Su Shi
The moon shines on the branchless forest, and the pillars are built with ten thousand foundations at night.
The fans are fanning among the clouds, shading the September heat.
There is a hanging house on the top, and a crimson thorn on the bottom.
The wind bullies the purple phoenix eggs, and the rain darkens the blue dragon's milk.
As soon as the split bag fell to the ground, it boiled itself with the skin.
Beijing people are not familiar with it at the beginning, and it is difficult to stop them from advising them to eat customary food.
If you feel weak and afraid of being discouraged, you will start chewing or half-vomiting.
It is slightly sweet when absorbing fluids, and bitter when it is applied to the teeth.
The face is too cold and the taste is extremely charming.
Peng Xun can be punished, and Jia can be promoted bravely.
The miasma is stubborn and stubborn, and it can be replenished when it is guided.
The medicine is good for storing and storing, and the fruit can be used for long periods of time.
The husband has lost his strength and his stomach is full of pain.
If you take one pill a day, your stomach will be insulted.
Zhe Lei Yin navel kidney, Chenopodium quinoa Rotting Pavilion Wu.
Look at the book lamp and see that the paste is gone, and the leaks are numerous.
My old eyes are afraid of not getting enough sleep, so my red eyes are numb.
When you are thirsty, you will swallow plum blossoms, but when you are hungry, you will be alone in yellow.
In the Naihe Agricultural Scripture, this trapped traveler is collected.
Ox tongue is not a reward, but a handful of dendrobium is willing to be given to others.
This is a partial view, but it can be rewarded with bad words.
4. "Five Poems by Wang Jiongzi"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: He Zhu
I used to be an official, and I always cherished the loyalty of Mu Xian.
There is no place for horses to walk in, but there is a place for sleeping cows in the mountains.
After the Three Dukes of the contemporary era, Weijun has all five blessings.
The tong coffin has returned to my nephew far away, and it is hard to catch up with the past.
5. "Five Poems in Mourning for the Prince"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Qin Guan
I used to be an official, and I always cherished the loyalty of Mu Xian.
There is no place for horses to walk in, but there is a place for sleeping cows in the mountains.
Among the contemporary three princes, Weijun has all five blessings.
The tong coffin has returned to my nephew far away, and it is hard to catch up with the past.
8. Poems about housing
Buildings rise into the clouds
But I have nowhere to stay
Although the apartment size and location are good
However, I am short of money
The average price is tens of thousands
At least several thousand
The wages of the working class are dead
First of all, we have to eat enough
Continue to work hard to save money
Then work hard and sweat profusely
With more money to go to the property market
But there is no real estate
No matter which house has real estate
All of them are sold to real estate speculators
I want to cry but I have no choice. Tears
I can only look at the building and sigh
I hope God can open my eyes
My son will be a boss in the future
I can’t live in the building for free
Use a luxurious villa as a pigsty
Live in a big hotel every day
Eat and drink in the big hotel
Enjoy all the splendor of the world
Finally stayed in Babaoshan
9. Poems describing houses
Poems describing houses are:
The author was Du Fu Dynasty Tang Dynasty
The high autumn wind howls in August and rolls up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.
The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not stand facing a thief, so they openly carried me into the bamboo. My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned home, I leaned on my stick and sighed.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is chaotic and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long?
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which shelter all the poor people in the world with joy, and are as safe as a mountain even if the wind and rain do not move! Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!