1. Ancient poems about houses
Ancient poems about houses 1. What are the poems that describe "houses"
The poems that describe "houses" are as follows :
1. "Qingpingle·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 sayings about home
Famous aphorisms about home ○Home, the paradise of the world (Germany) ○Birds love their nests and people love their homes (UK) ○Other people’s gold A nest of silver is not as good as one’s own straw nest ○ No pest bird will dirty its own nest (UK) ○ For Adam, heaven is his home; however, for Adam’s descendants, home is theirs Paradise (Futai) ○My house is like a castle to me, and the law cannot drive me out from there---(W. Stoneford) ★ "Home" in Tang poetry ○Once I leave this place, the world becomes my home . (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House") ○ My family's pillars have declined, and I am worried about coming to study and pray. (Li Ang's "Questions on Cultivation of One's Own 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 "Suburban Temple" Song lyrics·Xianglongchi Movement·Chapter 2") ○Go back to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Xianghe Songs·Four Songs at Midnight·Summer Songs") ○Everyone returns from the battle and puts away his bow and arrow. Returning to the west, home is far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: A Journey to Liaodong") ○ A fisherman fishes in the Feixi Bay, and his boat is home to the west and returns to the east. (Zhang Zhihe, "Zaqu Songs and Songs: Songs of the Fisherman") ○ My family Wu The green mountains are far away, and the white clouds are deep in the foreign land. (Chen Ziliang's "Missing Home on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall") ○ Huang Shang Yuanji, the country's family is at peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·Sixth Song of Chu Palace") ○The Tian family has no neighbors, Sitting alone in a garden in spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Evening Villa") ○ Mountains and rivers only ask about things, how can palaces and temples be homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "Fenghe Shengzhi first came out of Luocheng") ○ Furong Qin Dimarsh, Lu Ju Han's home. (Zhiwen of the Song Dynasty, "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden on a Spring Day") ○ Under the flowery moonlight on the forest pond, it looks like a family in spring. (Wang Bo, "Sitting at Night on Shan Fei") ○ There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to go out on the boat. (Chu Guangxi, "Cai" "Ling Ci") ○Whose family is by the Qiantang River? The daughters on the river are all better than flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl") ○A lonely sword thousands of miles away, a thousand peaks send it to a family. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou") ○The east house and the west house At the same time, it takes less than a month to go north and south. (Li Bai's "A Journey to Jiangxia") ○ I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, and I looked west to Chang'an but could not see my home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing in the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Langzhongqin") ○ Tian Family It has been plowed, and the morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "The garden is rising, and it is sent to Zhaoying, Han Mingfu, and Master Lu") Answered by: Guobaobao_Yaoyao-Xiucai Level 3 9-9 21:10★ in Tang poetry "Home" ○ 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 study and pray. (Li Ang's "Inscriptions on the Way to Cultivation of Oneself") ○ On the side of Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, The divine horse, dragon and turtle emerge from the holy spring. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple: Movement of Enjoying the Dragon Pond, Chapter 2") ○ Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Songs of Xianghe: Four Songs at Midnight" · Summer Song") ○ After the war, each of them put away their bows and arrows, and turned due west to face their homeland far away. (Wang Jian's "Zaqu Song Ci·Liaodong Journey") ○ The fisherman fished in the Peixi Bay, and the sailboat was home to the west and back to the east. (Zhang Zhihe "Miscellaneous Ballads·Songs of the Fisherman") ○My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the white clouds are deep in the foreign country. (Chen Ziliang, "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of Saipei") ○Huang Shang is in good fortune, and the country is at peace. (Lu Zhaolin, "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Le" ·The Sixth Song of the Crown Prince's Palace") ○The Tian family has no neighbors, sitting alone in a garden in the spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa") ○The mountains and rivers only ask about things, how can the palace be a home. (Zhang Jiuling's "The First Announcement of Fenghe Sacred System" Luocheng") ○ Furong Qin Dimarsh, Lu Ju Han's home. (Song Zhiwen's "Spring Banquet in Furong Garden") ○ Under the flowery moonlight in the forest, it is different from a spring family. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei") ○ Pukou There are many fishermen, and they invited me to go on the boat. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci") ○Whose family is on the Qiantang River? The daughter on the river is more beautiful than the flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl") ○A lone sword thousands of miles away, sent to one family on thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou") ○ The east and west houses were sent out at the same time, and it took less than a month to go north and south. (Li Bai's "Jiangxia Journey") ○ I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, and looked west to Chang'an without seeing home. (Li Bai's "With Shi Lang" Zhongqin listened to the flute playing on the Yellow Crane Tower) ○The fields have been plowed, and morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "Yan Rises in the Garden, Sends to Zhaoying Han Mingfu and Master Lu").
3. 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 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 carried the grass into the bamboos, 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 of the Yangtze River 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.
4. Poems about houses
○ Once I leave this place, the world becomes my home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
○ The pillars of my home When the time comes, I am worried about coming to learn Qiu to pray. (Li Ang's "Inscriptions on the Journey to Cultivation of One's Bamboo Barrier")
○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: Enjoying the Dragon Pond" Movement·Chapter 2")
○ Returning to the boat without waiting for the moon, returning to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Xianghe Song Ci·Four Songs at Midnight·Summer Songs")
○ After returning from the war, each of them put away his bow and arrow, and turned westward to face his hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Zaqu Song Ci·Liaodong Journey")
○The fisherman fished in the Peixi Bay, and he returned home to the west and returned 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 white clouds are deep in the foreign country. (Chen Ziliang, "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Saipei")
○Huang Chang Yuanji brings peace to the state and the family. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·The Sixth Song of Chu Palace")
○The Tian family has no neighbors, sitting alone in a garden in the spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Spring Festival Evening Villa" Title 2 "First")
○Mountains and rivers are only about objects, but palaces and temples are not homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Holy System of Fenghe first came out of Luocheng")
○Furong Qin Dimarsh, Luju Han Homeland. (Song Zhiwen, "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden on a Spring Day")
○ Under the flowery moonlight in the forest, it looks like a family in spring. (Wang Bo, "Sitting at Night on Shan Fei")
○ There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to go boating. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
○Whose family is on the Qiantang River, and the daughter on the river is more beautiful than the flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl")
○ A lonely sword thousands of miles away, sent to a family by thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
5. Poems describing houses
The song of thatched cottages broken by the autumn wind
Author Du Fu Dynasty Tang Dynasty
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!
6. 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.
7. Ancient poems describing houses
Song of thatched cottage destroyed by autumn wind
The howling autumn wind in August
Rolling on my house Triple Mao
Mao flies across the river and scatters in the suburbs
The tall ones are hanging on the forest branches
The lower ones are floating around the Shentang Col
A group of children in Nancun bullied me as I am old and weak
I can’t bear to face a thief
I openly hugged the grass into the bamboo
My lips are burnt and my mouth is dry and I can’t breathe
Return and rely on oneself to sigh
The wind in a while makes the clouds black
The desert turns dark in autumn
The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years
The arrogant son hates lying down and is cracked inside
There is a leak at the bedside and there is no place to dry
The rain is still numb on the feet
My menstruation is messed up and I don’t sleep well
How can I stay wet during the long night?
How can I stay safe in thousands of mansions?
The poor people all over the world are covered with joy
The wind and rain do not move as peacefully as a mountain
Woohoo! When did I suddenly see this house in front of me?
My house is broken and frozen to death
Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on the Humble House"
The mountain is not high, but there are immortals in it. . 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 upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the color of the grass is green. 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's so bad?
8. Ancient poems about houses
★ "Home" in Tang poetry
○ Once you leave this place, the world will be (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
○My family's pillars are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer (Li Ang's "Ti Cheng Xiu Ji Bamboo Barrier")
○The Emperor's House. Beside the main road of the Wang family, the divine horse, dragon and turtle emerge from the holy spring (Cai Fu's "Song of the Suburban Temple: The Movement of Enjoying the Dragon Pond" Chapter 2)
○ Returning to the boat without waiting for the moon, returning to the Wang family (Li Bai). "Xianghe Song Ci·Four Songs at Midnight·Summer Songs")
○The war leaders gathered their bows and arrows, and headed west to face their hometown far away (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs·A Journey to Liaodong")
○The fisherman is fishing in the Peixi Bay, and he is returning home from the west to the east. (Zhang Zhihe, "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
○My family, Wuhui, is far away from the Qingshan Mountains, a foreign country. The white clouds are deep in the pass (Chen Ziliang's "Returning to the North of the Fortress")
○Huang Shang Yuanji, the state's family is in peace (Lu Zhaolin's "Zhonghe Le Nine Chapters·Sixth Song of the Palace")
○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")
○The mountains and rivers only look at things, how can the palace be a home (Zhang Jiuling's "Fenghe"). The Holy Emperor first came out of Luocheng")
○ Furong Qin Di Marsh, Luju Han Homeland (Song Zhiwen "A Banquet in the Furong Garden in Spring")
○ Under the Flowery Moon on the Forest Pond. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei")
○ There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invite me to go out on the boat. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
○ Qiantang. Whose family is by the river? The daughter on the river is better than the flowers (Wang Changling's "Huan Sha Nu")
○ A thousand miles away, a lonely sword, Qianfeng sends it to a family (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○The east and west houses leave at the same time, and it does not take more than a month to go north and south (Li Bai's "Jiang Xia Xing")