1. What are the poems that describe the beautiful life in the courtyard?

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty sent a letter of return to Yuan Dynasty. He entered the pavilion and bowed before retreating to the verandah to eat.

Returning to the Kingdom of Zhao, people were lying on their horses to rest their saddles. But he slept until noon and sat up with a great heart.

It’s a good time, and the sky is clear after the rain. The persimmon trees are green and shaded, and the royal family's courtyard is wide.

Huxian wine in a bottle, Zhongnan Mountain on the wall. Sleeping alone, still sitting alone, opening my chest in front of the wind.

Zen monks and poets came to see each other one after another. If you want to speak at night, you must sleep all day long.

Unless you are paying homage to the court, there is nothing else to do. He is old and healthy, and the official is poor and has peace of mind.

Fortunately, there is no acute illness, no pain, hunger or cold. Since then, it has been comfortable, and the outer edge cannot be dry.

Only those who respond to silence will believe, and those who are difficult to move will speak. Taichung Yuan Shiyu became a Langguan sooner or later.

Before I became a man and an official, I had no one to accompany me. Playing with the new garden tree because of the chanting poem by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. In early April, the new leaves become overcast.

The scenery is stunning and the courtyard is deep. There is no one here who has nothing to do, so I am looking for you in this secluded place.

Not only can you play with fashionable things, but you can also relax your clothes. Sometimes I talk to Taoists, or listen to poets.

Spring is full of fragrant scenery, and there are many singing birds at night. Occasionally, I found a quiet and leisurely place, and then I forgot about the secular world.

To realize that the real hermit does not have to be in the mountains and forests. Spring Sixty Rhymes by Tang Yuanzhen.

Open the mouth to braid the shells, and use the thread to peel the onions. Drunk and round, her eyes are full of beauty, and her pupils are bright.

However, if you enjoy endless joy, you will also know how to hate it. The bridal chamber is leisurely and graceful, and the courtyard is lush and green.

Lang Tao Sha Tang Li Yu The past is only sad, but the scenery is difficult to arrange. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard.

As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden lock has been buried, and the vitality has faded. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly.

The shadow of the Jade Tower and Yao Palace shines in the sky over Qinhuai. Poppy Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Deep in the courtyard, the Qingming Festival passes, and the peaches and plums are first red.

Willow silk is draped on the jade curtain, and it is raining lightly and slightly cold outside the curtain. When the evening clears, the pavilion becomes brighter and brighter, and I am already drunk in front of the mosaic flowers.

In the late night, the quiet moon invades the corridor, walking around alone and thinking. Nian Nujiao Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.

Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. The rhyme of the poem is complete. Holding your head and sobering up, it is not a leisurely feeling.

Zheng Hong has passed away, and it is difficult to express all his worries. It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them.

Being refreshed by the cold incense and awakening your dreams, don’t worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today? Linjiang Fairy by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The courtyard is much deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, who is haggard and loses her beauty.

It is good to have a clear dream at night, so you should go to Nanzhi. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing.

Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away, but the warm wind will be late and the apricot blossoms will be fat. Huanxi Sha Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The bun hurts the mood of spring, and the plum blossoms are beginning to fall in the courtyard in the evening breeze, and the moonlight is sparse with light clouds.

The jade duck incense burner makes the brain leisurely. The red cherry tent covers the tassels. The Song of the Water Dragon by Lu You of the Song Dynasty. Looking for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of the bottle, I can sigh and feel completely relieved.

Dressed in clothes, the drunkards are gone, and the beauty is far away. This year, there is miasma and heavy rain, by the Yelang River.

Leaning on the floor, playing the flute, looking in the mirror by the window, I burst into tears and was shocked. Flowers fall and the moon shines in the courtyard.

Speechless and heartbroken. Holding hands and holding hands, Zeng Xue painted Liang Qiyan at that time.

When we meet and talk about the new arrival, the net is lingering in the dark dust, we dance in shirts and sing to fans. The material is also shy and haggard, walking carelessly along the fragrant paths, afraid of seeing the singing oriole.

Zhaojun's Resentment by Lu You of the Song Dynasty The cicadas sound in the courtyard throughout the day, and people are too lazy to shake their fans. Xiaojing writes about Xiaoxiang, which is cool by itself.

There are flowers and swallows outside the curtain, and there are people watching under the curtain. The precious seal script is removed from the official yellow, and the stick is used to incense.

Dielianhua Song Ouyang Xiu How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.

It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

Walking Slowly on the Sand by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty I got into a lonely boat alone, relying on a dangerous beam. It's hard to become a dusk rain, but it will disperse towards the clouds.

The coolness leaves the leaves in chaos. The new moon shines and the clear waves are shallow.

Tonight, it’s hard to get rid of the feeling of disgust and separation. If you are forced to come, take a pillow, the lamp will be broken and the leak will last forever, and you will close your eyes in acacia.

Clearly dreaming of a flowery face. The old courtyard is still there.

The new moon shines, the curtains are hung, and the bead curtains are rolled. As dawn approaches, Pulse sleeps like the sky is far away.

Linjiang Fairy Song Liuyong Mengjue small courtyard, cold wind blowing, light rain. Outside the beautiful window, the sound of autumn falls and the leaves flutter wildly.

My heart is shaking. Nai Han leaks forever, the lonely curtain is quiet, and the tears and candles burn empty.

For no reason, it is an embroidered quilt and a mandarin duck pillow, and I spend the midnight leisurely. depression.

Love leads to hatred, fighting for youth and partiality. Feeling like a new arrival, haggard old weather vane.

The soul disappears. I want to have fun and have fun, but the smoke and waves block me, and I will make an appointment far away.

It’s so boring to ask how you can be forbidden when you are still old. Magpie Bridge Immortal, Song Dynasty Retro, New lotus pond, green locust courtyard, the sound of rain outside the eaves has begun to stop.

Noisy and noisy, there are frogs croaking in disorder, how can they be like the crowing orioles. The scenery is changing and tourists are sweating. Don’t ask about the length of your hair.

Singing while drunk with a glass of wine can save you half of your worries. Ugly Nuer Man/Picking Mulberry Man Man Panfen, Song Dynasty I am still worried about the spring, but the weather is still clear and peaceful.

In the dense green courtyard, the birds are singing. There are several new lotuses and emeralds, and the water is light and horizontal.

A curtain of wind is blowing, it is sunny and rainy, and the plums are yellow. I can't bear to remember that time when the beauty was so sleepy that she tried on single clothes for the first time.

***Hand in hand, draw embroidery on the red window, paint fans and write poems. How could it be that now, half the bed is bright and the moon is two days away?

Wherever Zhangtai is, it should be for me that my eyebrows are furrowed. Eight Returns by Jiangkui of the Song Dynasty Fragrant lotuses are falling, sparse tung trees are blowing green, and the dark rain in the courtyard has stopped.

In the place where I was enchanted by the unprovoked shadow, I also saw the dark fireflies on the small wall and the moss-cut steps. After seeing off the guests, they were looking for the way to the west again, and asked who played the pipa on the water.

The most regrettable thing is that a piece of land is always given to Ciao Lao. The long-lasting hatred has never been paid, but now, what happened, I said goodbye to the west wind again.

It is cold and the smoke is light, the boat moves far away, and the boat is as misty as the leaves. I miss Wenjun and look at him for a long time. I lean on the bamboo and worry about walking in my socks.

After returning, Cui Zun drank two drinks, lowered the bead curtain, and looked at the moon leisurely. 2. What are the poems that describe "beautiful courtyard life"

1. "Die Lianhua·How Deep the Courtyard"

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

Courtyard Deep and deep, the willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road.

It’s rainy and windy at the end of March, the door is blocked at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

2. "Po Zhenzi·The Courtyard of Shengge and Songs under the Willows"

Song Dynasty: Yan Jidao

The courtyard of Shengge and Songs under the Willows, with sister swings among the flowers. I remember what happened that day in Chunlou and write it in front of the red window at night. Who can send Xiaolian?

Jiang Wa is waiting for tears, while Wu Can is lingering. How much hatred can the green temples bear? Unwillingness to be ruthless is better than breaking a string. This year is the same as last year.

3. "Huanxisha·The sun is setting in the courtyard"

Ming Dynasty: Xia Yan

The sun is setting in the courtyard and the ground is covered with greenery and flowers are flying. Chun Teng’s spring dreams circle the horizon.

The curtains are exposed to the wind and the swallows are low in breasts. The frogs are croaking in the pond after the rain. The bright moon shines on the window screen after sobering up.

4. "Ruan Langgui·Liuyin Courtyard Takes the Scenery"

Song Dynasty: Zeng Chou

The Liuyin Courtyard takes the scenery, whispering the clear sky and the long day. The blue waves are newly rising in the small pond, and both of them are busy paddling in the water.

Ping is loose, fluffy, light and crazy. The red incense flows away for pity, and the general returns to Hualiang with his title.

5. "Die Lianhua·The courtyard is quiet and people are quiet"

Qing Dynasty: Tan Xian

The courtyard is quiet and people are quiet, complaining about the parrots, wrong Report that Wei Lang has arrived. Liang Jinfeng is small with hairpins on her hair. She lowers her head to worry about nothing.

I am young in Jiangnan with gray hair and tall buildings in red sleeves. How about trying to return home? Blocking the westward path for pedestrians, my light body is willing to turn into plantains.