1. Poems describing windows
1. Playing in the window Tang Wang Changling's "Playing with the Moon in Nanzhai, Recalling Shanyin Shaofu Cui" 2. The window is wet, green and red in the Song Dynasty Su Shi's "Water Tune Singer Huangzhou Kuaizai Pavilion Presented to Zhang Xiquan" 3. Seeing the Window Again "Night Snow" by Bai Juyi of the Ming Dynasty 4. "Winter Night" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty in front of the window 5. The fresh atmosphere keeps coming to the window Song Xiangzi's "The River is Red·Wild Geese Formation" "Hengkong" 6. Go to the window of Xiao Song Dynasty Ye Mengde's "Niannujiao·Gushan is approaching" 7. The red shadow on the half-floor window is Song Cao's group "Dianxiang Lip·Clouds penetrate the setting sun" 8. Lai Xiangjun's window, must be re-read Song Caoxun's "Poppy Beauty·Merry Congratulations to the Supervisor for Cultivating Well" 9. The windows of the piano hall are clear and there is no heat. Song Caoxun's "Bodhisattvaman·The windows of the Qintang are clear and there is no summer" 10. The cold invades the windows and the piano book moisturizes Song Caoxun's "Dianchian lips· "Autumn Rain Fills the Sky" 11. "Nanxiangzi Window Reflects Morning Light" by Zhao Yanduan of the Song Dynasty 11. "Nanxiangzi Window Reflects the Morning Light" by Zhao Yanduan of the Song Dynasty 12. "Cold Light from the Window" by Yuan Quhua of the Song Dynasty "Song of the Water Melodies· Birds Fly Extinguished by Frozen Clouds" 13. Recommendation of Bamboo Shade Window Slightly cool, Song Yuan Quhua's "Niannujiao·Bamboo Shade Window Recommends Slight Coolness" 14. The red furnace window in the painted pavilion is narrow. Song Yuan Quhua's "Visiting Kinmen·Cloud Barrier Day" 15. The window is green and red and still wet. Song Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Xijiang Moon· "The window is green and red but still wet" 16. "The exquisite window" Song Xin Qiji's "Water Dragon Yin: Buduo Master Void" 17. Song and Wei Liaoweng's "Bodhisattva Man in the East Window: The Moon in Front of Wulao Peak" between Zhujun's Window. 2. What are the poems about "doors and windows"
1. "Reduced Words for Magnolia (Following Poems about Bamboo Studio You Wine)"
Song Dynasty: Shen Ying
The bamboo studio is humble. It is a joy for guests to sit without a blanket. The wall does not block the wind. The eight doors and windows are more open to all directions.
Looking for wine next door. Barefoot supports old people and old people. Confucius said: "What is it?" Apart from Qu Nong, there is not much.
2. "Jiang Chengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are so vast, without thinking, you will never forget them . Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
3. "Qinyuanchun·The new residence with the lake is about to be completed"
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
When the three paths are first completed, the cranes complain and the apes are frightened, and the garden is in the future. It is said that Yunshan is self-proclaimed, and his business life is normal; the smiles of people wearing clothes are enough to resist the dead dust. When the mind is tired, it is necessary to return, and when the body is free, it is better to be early. How can it be used for water shield soup and perch soup? On the Qiujiang River, I watched the wild geese ducking away from the frightened strings, and the boats returning from the rough waves.
Donggang renovated the thatched house. It's better to open the windows facing the water. If you want to fish in a small boat, you should first plant willows; sparse fences should be used to protect bamboos, so as not to hinder the viewing of plum blossoms. Autumn chrysanthemums are worth eating, and spring orchids are admirable. Leave them to your own hands. I have been pondering for a long time, fearing that the king's favor has not been promised, and this intention lingers.
4. "A Guest Arrives"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
There is spring water in the south and north of the house, but a flock of gulls is seen coming every day.
The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and the gate is now opened for you.
Panxiang City has far less flavor, and only old fermented grains are available in bottle and wine shops.
Willing to drink with the neighbor, calling across the fence to get the remaining cup
5. "Watching and Praying for Rain"
Tang Dynasty: Li Yue
The leafless mulberry sticks produce smoke, and the flute greets the dragon in front of the temple.
Watching the singing and dancing in several places of the wealthy family, they are afraid that Chunyin will swallow the orchestra. 3. Quotes about windows
If a fat man jumps into your window one night, grabs you and stuffs you into a sack, don’t worry.
That's what I told Santa Claus, I want you to be my Christmas gift. Merry Christmas! The poet faces the window, and the politician has his back to the window. Snails crawling on the ground will leave traces. Raindrops sliding on the windows will leave traces. People will leave traces when they step on the snow. Then I will be in your heart, too. Are there any traces? One day, it rained all night. I forgot to close the window when I went out. When I came back and opened the door, the smell of wind and rain in the room. Author: Zhang Ailing opened the window. The cool breeze of winter night couldn't wait to get into the warm room. All the white paper was scattered on the ground. The white mist from the water in the cup disappeared completely. The cold touch made people shiver. On a rainy day, I was alone at home, listening to music, surfing the Internet, and watching the rain falling outside the window. Open the window, a cool breeze blows, which is called a comfort.
Where do you show off your power? Open the window of the world and you will see its terrible side. All kinds of overt and covert struggles are going on in schools and society. Open the window of the world and you will see its beautiful side. Birds are singing on the branches. We can cling to our parents' sides in the world. It's changeable, mainly depends on how you want to open the window, the sun still rises. The window yawns/the wind lifts a corner of the night. Author: The urban civilization of Beidao cannot disturb the old-fashioned mood, but I still miss the moonlight of the Qin and Han Dynasties through the lattice windows.
I am like a fly lying on the window. The future is bright, but the road is fucking dead. Open your mind appropriately, open the windows of your soul, breathe the fresh air of life, relax, and your heart will become lighter.
Give yourself a sky, learn to let go, learn to downplay, and learn to forget the troubles of life. Open your mind and grasp the joy of life.
Our wealth comes from hardship. It also comes from accepting a simple life.
For example, at this moment, I am quietly listening to the wind outside from this window. Suffering can sublimate difficulties in the body.
Accepting simplicity can make you ignore the loneliness of your soul... But at least the time is happy at this moment. On Christmas Eve, there is always a white-bearded Santa Claus standing outside the window or climbing high. chimney, no one would think he was a thief. On Christmas Eve, there is always a little match girl who lights up the light in her hand, illuminating all the ordinary and faint happiness.
On Christmas Eve, there is always a snowman standing in a quiet corner that cannot be approached by people's noise, humming a song quietly in the darkness. On Christmas Eve, there are always many balloons rising into the sky, rising higher and higher until they disappear amid the background of fireworks and the melodious sound of bagpipes.
There are always dazzling lights and a steaming dinner on Christmas Eve. On Christmas Eve, there are always many secrets quietly spreading in my heart. These are the reasons why the world seems happy at this moment. You make me feel good. Me, you are what I like. I heard that you are single. So baby, you hear me. During a solo I drew a heart on your window with my finger What's the matter with girls Even combing my hair up What's the matter with girls Even putting on long sweatpants What's the matter with girls Even when you wake up without makeup, I'm in love Because I'm tired of the same things. I need new things to appear in my life. Yes, I'm tired of the same games. It's time for me to start to feel relaxed and comfortable. Since I have no money to celebrate the New Year, I am now soliciting the following business: pasting couplets, rolling out Dumpling wrappers, cleaning windows, cleaning cars, cleaning lamps, delivering meals to patients, installing cotton door curtains, drinking wine for others, matching the door if there are three shortages, ghostwriting winter vacation homework for the first to fourth grade of elementary school (those above fifth grade cannot do it), Pickle salted eggs, kill chickens, make twists, and set off firecrackers! Please spread the word and support! A sunny afternoon, an elegant retro cafe, a seat near the window, a lazy kitten taking a nap, a piece of healing music, a cup of steaming Blue Mountain, an old book, and a letter , a cup of blessings for you is buried in my window.
Author: Haizi An old letter reminds me of the loneliest version of myself. A piece of sadness reminds me of my most stubborn self.
Whenever the cold rain falls on the window. I know I'm reminded of the past that I can't go back to.
Crying and walking around the window, thinking about the things that cannot be forgotten in life. Am I becoming more and more nostalgic and nostalgic?
The sunlight penetrated through the glass windows, making me feel warm, and my hands couldn't help but want to hold something. The best thing to do when taking a train alone is to sit by the window, plug in your headphones, and look through the small window at the scenery that only lasts a few seconds, or look at the middle-aged couple opposite, who always smile at each other. Without saying anything, there seemed to be so many sweet couples.
The woman fell asleep in the man's arms, and the man rested with her eyes closed while holding her in his arms. I guess their youth, warmth mixed with a sense of loss.
This kind of journey is a kind of exile. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and books are the beacon of wisdom.