1. Poems about houses in
Poems about houses in 1. Poems about houses
The poems describing "houses" are as follows:
1. "Qing Ping Le Village Dwelling" 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!
2. 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 nests of gold and silver are not as good as your own straw nests
○No harmful bird will make it dirty My own nest (UK)
○For Adam, heaven is his home; however, for Adam’s descendants, home is their paradise (Votaire)
○My house is like a castle to me, and the law cannot drive me out of there---(W. Stoneford)
★ "Home" in Tang Poetry
○ Once I leave this place, I will become my 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")
3. What are the poems describing the house?
1. The autumn wind roars 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. ——"Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Explanation: In August, the autumn was deep, and 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.
2. The sunset is getting dusk through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears. ——"Spring Resentment" by Liu Fangping (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: The sunlight outside the screen window fades away, and dusk gradually falls; locking up the beautiful house, no one can see my sad tears.
3. The music room is full of pearls and greenery, and the deep alley has orchestral tune.
——"Youth Journey" Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: The bead curtain is closed in the secret room, and music is playing in the long alley.
4. Build a pavilion to the north of the hall, and dig a pond to the south to divert water and plant trees to serve as a resting place. ——"Xiyu Pavilion" Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Definition: A pavilion was built to the north of the main hall, and a pond was dug to the south to attract running water, and trees were planted to serve as a resting place. .
5. The high gate is built in a jagged place, and the two floating towers are almost too clear. ——"Ode to the Tongque Terrace" by Cao Zhi (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
Explanation: This is really a majestic and tall building, and the high platforms on both sides seem to be floating in space.
4. Poems about houses
1. Once you leave this place, the world becomes your home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
2. The pillars of my house are decaying, and I am worried about coming to learn the Qiu to pray. (Li Ang's "Ti Cheng Xiu Ji Bamboo Barrier")
3. Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there are sacred horses, dragons and turtles gushing into the holy spring. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temples· "Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
4. Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Xianghe Song Ci·Four Songs at Midnight·Summer Songs")
5. After the war, each of them put away their bows and arrows, and headed west to face their hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: A Journey to Liaodong")
6. The fisherman was fishing in the Peixi Bay, and he was fishing. Home to the west and back to the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
7. My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the white clouds are deep in the foreign country. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of Saibei")
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8. Huang Shang Yuan Ji, the state and family are at peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·Sixth Song of the Chu Palace")
9. 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")
10. Mountains and rivers are only about things, how can palaces and temples be homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Holy System of Fenghe First Came Out of Luo City")
11. Furong Qin Di Marsh, Lu Ju Han’s homeland. (Song Zhiwen’s "Spring Banquet in Furong Garden")
12. Under the flowery moonlight in the forest pond, it is different from a spring family. (Wang Bo's "Shan Fei" "Sitting at Night")
13. There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to go boating. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
14. Whose family is on the Qiantang River, and all the daughters on the river are there Shenghua. (Wang Changling's "Wansha Girl")
15. A lonely sword thousands of miles away, sent to a family in Qianfeng. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
16. "A Fang" Palace Fu" by Du Mu
17. "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" by Wang Bo
18. "The Story of Yueyang Tower" by Fan Zhongyan
19. "Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi
20. "Huang Crane" by Cui Hao
21. "Ode to Guanwa Palace" by Fan Chengda
22. "Ode to Changmen" by Sima Xiangru
23. One of the Poems for Music in the Palace (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.
24. The Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind
Du Fu
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. ? 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!
25. A poem about high-rise buildings in the northwest
Author: Lu Ji? (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
How steep is the tall building. 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.
5. What are the poems that describe the house?
1. Two poems about spring in the mountain house, Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen. The wind is warm and the sun is shining in the spring, and the butterflies and bees are wandering into the house.
Several branches of willows hang low on the trusses, and a patch of mountain flowers falls on the pen bed. At dusk in Liang Garden, crows were flying around, and three or two families were in despair.
No one knows where the garden trees are gone, but when spring comes, the old flowers still bloom. Translation: The spring breeze is soft, the sun is warm, and the spring light fills the eyes. Butterflies and bees fly into the living room from time to time.
A few willow branches in front of the door brushed the clothes hangers, and a piece of mountain flowers fell on the pen bed. The sun has set in the Liang Garden, and there are only a few crows flying around. Looking around, everything is desolate, with three or two families here and there.
How can you know the trees in the garden? The people have dispersed and lost their prosperity. The annual spring breeze blows again, but they still bloom with the flowers of the past. 2. Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Meng Leng Golden House Song Dynasty: Jiang Jie Meng Leng Golden House.
Sighing at the Qin Zheng and Xihong formation, the plain strings were fluttering with dust. Turning into a delicate oriole and flying back, I still recognize the old green screen window.
It is raining, and the thorn peaches are like bean sprouts. Do you know that this hatred is difficult to level with? It is like a chess game on a Qiongtai platform.
The thin shadow looks like a bright candle. The mandarin tower is broken and the jade from east and west is shed.
It is difficult to predict when the fragrance will show again. Wait for the palace eyebrows to look like clouds and draw them into a raw silk painting.
I’m afraid, I’m new to makeup. The colorful fans and red teeth are all here today, hating no one, and listening to the Kaiyuan song.
Covering your empty sleeves, leaning against the cold bamboo. Translation: The golden house in the dream is already desolate. It is a pity that the string pillars arranged diagonally on the Qin Zheng are like flying geese, and the white strings of the Zheng are covered with dust.
She turned into a delicate oriole and flew back, and she could still make out the old green marks on the screen window. There was drizzle blowing outside the window, and the cherries and red beans were round and crystal clear.
This lovesickness, sadness and hatred are hard to calm down. Do you know this? It is like a jade chessboard, playing the chess game ups and downs. The solitary lamp reflected my thin figure, but I always thought the candlelight was too bright.
Yuanyang clinked glasses and drank wine upstairs, and the jade cups broke into pieces and the wine poured out. I would like to ask her whereabouts, when will we meet again? It’s really hard to dislike the beauty with the green hairpin on her head.
She wanted to paint her eyebrows into a slender cloud shape, and her beautiful face was depicted in a raw silk painting, but I am afraid it is not a fashionable new makeup. The colorful fans and tooth plates for singing and dancing are all here now, but I wish no one could understand the music of the prosperous Song Dynasty.
Covering your sleeves and wiping away your tears in emptiness, leaning alone on the lonely and cold green bamboo! 3. Two poems written on the wall of the house in Shushan during the Spring Festival Gala. Tang Dynasty: Guanxiu. The firewood gate is silent, the millet and rice are delicious, and the firework in the mountain house is clear in spring. The flowers in the garden are misty and the water is cool, and a child cries out the oriole on the tree.
The water in the fragrant pond is full of black pupil trees, and the mandarin ducks and ducks are like poultry. The ridges in front of the village and behind are deep with mulberry trees, and the neighboring houses to the east and west do not interfere with each other.
In front of the silkworm mother washing her cocoon, the shepherd boy plays the flute and bathes in clothes. The mountain old man stayed with me again and again, and pointed out with a smile that the melons and beans were ripe on the western slope.
Translation Chaimen is quiet, the rice is fragrant in the house, and the smoke from the farmhouse is curling up. After the spring rain, it will clear up the day after tomorrow. The flowers in the courtyard are misty, the water in the mountains is clear, and the children are crying and clamoring for the orioles on the trees.
The black water of the pond is densely covered with cattails, and mandarin ducks and ducks are playing in the water like poultry. There are many luxuriant mulberries in the fields in front of the village and behind the village, and the boundaries between the houses in the east and west are clear and do not invade each other.
The silkworm girl washes her cocoons in the clear stream in front of her, and the shepherd boy plays the piccolo while dressing and bathing in the water. The hospitable mountain man persuaded me to stay here as soon as possible. He pointed to Xipo with a smile and said that the melons and beans were about to mature.
4. Song of The Thatched House Destroyed by the Autumn Wind Tang Dynasty: Du Fu 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 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.
The leakage at the bedside has no place to dry, and the rain has not stopped. Since my period is chaotic and I don’t sleep much, 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.
Woohoo! 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 deep autumn of August, the strong wind roared loudly, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flew across Huanhua Creek and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch was entangled in the tall treetops, and the low-flying thatch fell 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 brazenly ran into the bamboo forest holding thatch. I couldn't stop drinking even though I tried my best. When I got home, I leaned on a cane and sighed alone.
Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the gloomy autumn sky gradually turned dark. The cloth quilt was cold and hard as iron after being covered for many years. The child's sleeping posture was not good and the quilt was torn.
If it rains, there will be no dry place in the whole house, and the raindrops will leak down like drooping twine. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have had very little sleep time. How can I wait until dawn after a long night when the house is damp and dry? How can we get tens of millions of spacious houses, universally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile, and the house will not be moved by wind and rain, as stable as a mountain?
Alas! When will such a tall house appear in front of me, I will be willing to die even if my thatched hut is blown apart by the autumn wind and I freeze to death! 5. Qingpingle·Staying Alone at Wang's Nunnery in Boshan Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji 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 scurried around the bed, and bats danced up and down around the dim oil lamp. The strong wind carries the pine waves, roaring like turbulent waves; the heavy rain pours down, beating rapidly on the roof; the window paper is torn by the wind, making a huffing sound, as if talking to itself.
From the north of the Great Wall to the south of the Yangtze River, now she has returned to the mountains and forests, with an old face and white hair. A gust of cold autumn wind blew through the thin quilt, and I suddenly woke up. In front of me, I still vaguely saw thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in my dream.
6. 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.
7. Poems about architecture
"Like wings like wings, like arrows like thorns, like birds like skin, like birds flying" This is the description of the palace architecture of the Zhou Dynasty in the "Book of Songs" In the minds of the ancients, they naturally associated the architectural shape with birds.
Epang Palace Fu Du Mu
The two rivers flowed into the first floor of the palace wall. Ten steps to the pavilion. The waist of the corridor is unobtrusive, and the eaves and teeth are high.
Like "Xuanzhou sent Judge Pei Tan to Shuzhou when Mu wanted to go to the palace to return to the capital", "Yunzhe Temple on Jiuhuashan Road, Liufu Bridge in Qingyijiang Village," and "Nian Xi" In "Three Songs of Travel (Part 1)", "The place where I sing leisurely in the clear rain in the autumn mountains is leaning against the towers of the Jiangnan temple." "This all shows that Du Mu appreciates Buddhist architecture.
Yunzhe Temple on Jiuhuashan Road, Liufu Bridge in Qingyijiang Village - "Xuanzhou sent Judge Pei Tan to Shuzhou when Mu wanted to go "The Palace Returns to the Capital" · Du Mu
The place where I sing in the clear rain in the autumn mountains, leaning against the towers of Jiangnan Temple - "Three Poems about the Past Travels (Part 1)" · Du Mu
The morning in the Jiuchong Palace The frost is cold, and the moon is shining brightly on the ten-mile terrace - "Four Drums Leaving the Jiahui Gate to the Zhai Palace in the Southern Suburbs"·Lu You
8. What are the ancient poems describing "houses"
Description Ancient poems about "House":
1. Song of The Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind (Du Fu, Tang Dynasty)
The high autumn wind roared in August, and the three-layered thatched thatch flew across my house. The river spreads across the outskirts of the river, the taller ones hang on the forest tips, while the lower ones float around the sinking 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 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 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!
2. Congratulations to the bridegroom (Su Shi of the Song Dynasty)
The milk swallow flies into the mansion. Quiet and deserted, the shade of the trees turns to noon, and the coolness of the evening brings a new bath. The raw silk and white round fan is made in the hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment. Gradually, he becomes sleepy and sleeps alone, becoming more and more mature. Who will push the embroiderer outside the curtain? It is useless to teach people to dream of breaking the Yaotai song. But again, the wind knocked against the bamboo.
The pomegranate half spits out a red scarf and frowns. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. If you look carefully at a branch of beautiful flowers, your heart will be as heavy as a bundle. And I'm afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind. If I wait for you to come here, I can't bear to touch the wine in front of the flowers. ***Pink tears, two rustles.
3. Die Lianhua·Standing and leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is gentle (Liu Yong, Song Dynasty)
Standing and leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is gentle. Looking forward to the extremely sad spring, the sky is gloomy. The grass is dimly illuminated by smoke. Who would be speechless? I plan to get drunk on the madness. Singing to wine, strong music is still tasteless. The belt gradually becomes wider and I will never regret it. It makes people feel haggard because of Yixiao.
4. Die Lian Hua·How Deep the Courtyard (Ouyang Xiu, Song Dynasty)
How deep the courtyard is, with willows piled up in smoke, and countless curtains. The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing wildly at the end of March, the door is closed 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.
5. Magpie Bridge Immortal: Smell the Cuckoo at Night (Song Dynasty, Lu You)
The people on the thatched eaves are quiet, the lights in the canopy windows are dark, and the spring evening is windy and rainy on the river. The warblers and swallows in the nest are always silent, but they often sing Du Yu on moonlit nights. It made me cry, and I was so frightened that I could only dream of being alone, and then I picked up the deep branches and flew away. Therefore, the mountain is still unbearable to listen to, and it has been like this for half a lifetime, wandering in the air!
6. Eating betel nut (Su Shi of the Song Dynasty)
The moon shines on the branchless forest, and the pillars stand on ten thousand foundations at night. The fan is fanning among the clouds, shading the heat of September. 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. Northern visitors 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 may start chewing or half-vomiting. It is slightly sweet when absorbed, and bitter when applied to the teeth. The face is too cold and the taste is extremely charming. There is a plan to kill Peng Xun, and it is better to promote Jia Yong. The miasma is strong 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 intestines and stomach will be insulted. Zhe Lei Yin Navel Kidney, Quinoa Huo Futing Wu. When the book lamp is used up, the ointment is exhausted, and the leaks are counted one by one. The old eyes are afraid of less sleep, which makes the red eyes numb. When you are thirsty, you will swallow plum blossoms, but when you are hungry, you will be alone in yellow. However, in the Agricultural Scriptures, this trapped traveler is collected. Ox tongue is not paid to anyone, but a handful of dendrobium is willing to be given to others. It is knowing and seeing that this is biased, but it can be rewarded with bad words.
7. Song of Building a House (Song Dynasty, Wen Tianxiang)
If you live in a house, you can govern yourself in one room. There were two heavy rains in two years, and the ground became a pool of dirt. The people in the village felt pity for me, and they used the soil to build it. It can be built two feet long, just like a puddle in the water. When the rotten soil first arrived, it was so smelly and filthy that I hated to chase it. Cover your nose and don't get close to it, it's like a cow and a chicken in a pot. In a moment, there is a dark grave, 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. He knows the affairs of the world and does not talk about the basics.
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 the Tao. When the cicada sloughs off, it suddenly breaks with the troubled world. Yao and Shun could not reach it, and the Han and Tang Dynasties were also difficult to reach. I am worried about my parents, and I am a trapped man living in a small house. Ning Yuan would die in the killing field, not wanting to live for Zhuan. He spent seven feet of his body in exchange for ten square feet of land. The Yellow River has been clear for thousands of years, and life is full of dew. If you give birth to a boy, don’t raise him; if you give birth to a girl, you should nurse him.
Extended information
1. On the house, the wind blows and the rain blows, and I talk to myself between the broken paper windows. ——Xin Qiji's "Qing Ping Le· Staying Alone in Wang's Nunnery in Boshan"
2. Mengxia has long vegetation and sparse trees around the house. ——Tao Yuanming's "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas"
3. Spring doves sing on the house, and the apricot blossoms are white beside the village. ——Wang Wei's "Spring Pastoral"
4. The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the dilapidated house is lonely beside the wheat. ——Yang Wanli's "Cold Food on the Tomb"
5. Stopping the shuttle and recalling the distant people sadly, sleeping alone in the lonely room with tears like rain.
——Li Bai's "Crying in the Night"
6. Buy spring with a jade pot and enjoy the rain in the house. ——Situ Kong's "Twenty-Four Poems·Elegance"
7. The broken wall is covered with rain snails, and there is no writer named Yan in the old house. ——Chen Shidao's "Spring Embrace Shows Neighbors"
8. The old house is cold under the windows. After listening to a few pieces, Jingtong flew down. ——Zhou Bangyan's "Night Tour in the Palace·The Setting Sun Shines on the Water Under the Leaves"
9. Verses related to houses in Du Fu's poems
1. Verses related to houses in Du Fu's poems: There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy.
2. Source: "Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind"
3. Full text
In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled 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!
4. 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!
4. About the author
Du Fu (712-770), whose courtesy name is Zimei, calls himself Shaoling Yelao, and is also known as "Du Gongbu", "Du Shaoling", etc., Han nationality. A native of Fugong County, Henan Province (now Gongyi City, Henan Province), Du Fu was a great realist poet in the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu was revered as the "Sage of Poetry" by the world, and his poems were called "the history of poetry".
10. Poems about the living room
Inscription on a humble room
Liu Yuxi
If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals.
If the water is not deep, there will be a spirit if there is a dragon.
This is a humble house, but I am virtuous.
The moss marks on the steps are green, and the grass is green in the curtains.
There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no white men when coming and going.
You can tune the plain qin and read the Golden Scripture.
There is no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no labor of writing documents (dú).
Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Yun Pavilion in Xishu.
Confucius said: What is so shameful?
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Part 1
I was young and had no sense of popular customs, my nature was to love mountains and hills.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and was gone for thirty years. Tao Yuanming
Birds nostalgic for the old forest, fish in the pond longing for their old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.
The square house is more than ten acres, and the thatched house is eighty-nine. Between.
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.
The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is lingering.
The dog barks deeply. In the alley, roosters crow and mulberry trees stand on top.
The courtyards are dust-free, and the empty rooms have plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature.
Returning to the garden and living in the fields · Part 2
There are few people in the wild, and there are few people in the back streets.
In the daytime, the thorns are covered with trees, and the empty room is empty of dust.
Time In the song of Fu Ruxu, people wearing straws come and go.
There are no words to say when we meet, but the road is full of mulberry trees.
The days of mulberry trees have been long, and my land has been broad.
I am often afraid of the arrival of frost and sleet (xiàn), and the scattered grass is scattered.
Returning to the garden and living in the fields·Part 5
I regret that I have to make my own way to return, and the rugged journey leads to the twists and turns.
The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it.
Drip my newly cooked wine, and the two chickens are close to the situation.
When I enter the room in the day, it is dark, and the thorns are everywhere. The salary replaces the bright candle.
The joy comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky.