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.
2. This poem about the house describes the "house" like this:
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 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!
3. A large number of sentences describing ancient houses 1 are filled with faint sandalwood, and the hollowed-out carved window frames are exposed to tiny sunlight. A closer look shows that there is a soft wooden bed below them, and the exquisite carving and decoration are extraordinary. Covered with a brocade quilt, tilting away, an ancient woman's boudoir came into view. The guqin stands in the corner, and the bronze mirror is placed on the wooden dresser.
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.
4. Poems about houses ○ Once you leave here, the four seas will become home. (Li Shimin's Two Old Houses) ○ My pillar is declining, and I'm worried about learning to pray on the hill. (Li Ang's "Self-study Bamboo Obstacles") ○ On the side of Wang Jia Avenue, the imperial residence, there is a divine spring full of dragons and turtles. (Chapter 2 of Cai Fu's Song of the Suburb Temple, Enjoying the Dragon Pool Movement) 96 Due to the west, my hometown is far away. (Wang Jian's miscellaneous lyrics Liao Dongxing) Sitting alone in a garden in the spring of September. (Lu's "Two Questions about Villa in the Spring Festival Evening") ○ Mountains and rivers only ask questions, and the palace watchers also. (Zhang Jiuling's "The First Wax of Wind and Lotus") ○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Lu Juhan's home. (Song Wenzhi, "Spring Lotus Garden Catering System") ○ Under the moon, it is not like a spring. (Wang Bo's "Night at the Gate"
5. An ancient poem describing the house "Poem 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.
Jade capacity who can care? 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.