Poems about the house 1. What are the poems about the house
1. In August, the high wind howled, and there were three weeds on my house. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the outskirts of the river. The highest one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to Shentang 'ao. -"The Hut is Broken by Autumn Wind" Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: In August, autumn was deep, and the wind roared, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew about, crossed Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
2. Sunset on the screen window is getting dusk, and no one in the Golden House sees any tears. -"Spring Complaint" Liu Fangping (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: The sun outside the screen window faded and dusk gradually came; Locked up the mansion, no one saw my sad tears.
3. The curved rooms are in harmony with the pearls and the deep lanes are orchestral. -
Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty) in "A Journey of Teenagers" Interpretation: The bead curtain is closed in the secret room, and music is played in the long lane.
4. The pavilion is located in the north of the hall, and the pond is dug in the south to drain the trees, which is a resting place. -Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Interpretation: A pavilion was built in the north of the hall, and a pond was dug in the south to attract running water, plant trees and use it as a resting place.
5. The high gate is so steep that it is too clear. -Cao Zhi (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
Interpretation: This is really a magnificent and tall building, and the high platforms on both sides seem to float in space.
2. Poems and famous sayings about houses
★ "Home" famous sayings
○ Home, a paradise of the world (Germany)
○ Birds love their nests, and people love their homes (Britain)
○ Other people's nests are not as good as their own nests
○ Any bird will not pollute its own nests. However, for Adam's descendants, home is their paradise (Futai)
○ My house is like a castle to me, and the law can't drive me out of it-(Wei Stafford)
★ The "home" in Tang poetry
○ Once I left here, I became home everywhere. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing through an Old House")
○ My pillar is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray in the hills. (Li Ang's "The Problem of Self-improvement and Bamboo Barrier")
○ On the side of Wangjia Avenue, the emperor's residence, there is a dragon turtle rushing into the sacred spring. (Cai Fu's Poems of the Suburb Temple, Enjoying the Dragon Pool Movement, Chapter 2)
○ her boat turns back without waiting moonrise, to royal house amid amorous sighs. (Li Bai's Songs of Harmony, Four Songs of Midnight and Four Summer Songs)
○ After the war, they collected their bows and arrows, and returned to their hometown due west. (
Wang Jian's "Zaqu Geci Travel to Liaodong") ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○9675 (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads, Fisherman's Songs")
○ My home, Wuhui, is far away from the mountains, and my hometown is closed with white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Homecoming in Spring in Saibei")
○ Yuanji, Huang Shang, the state is peaceful. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music, the Sixth Song Store Palace")
○ The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
○ The mountains and rivers only ask about things, and the temples are not home. (Zhang Jiuling's "Feng He Sheng Zhi Chu La")
○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Lu Ju Han Home. (Song Zhiwen's "Spring Lotus Garden Catering System")
○ Under the flowers and the moon in the forest pond, it is not like a spring. (Wang Bo's Sitting on the Mountain Gate at Night)
○ There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to ship. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Ling)
○ Whose family is the Qiantang River, and the daughter on the river wins all the flowers. (Wang Changling's "Waving Girl")
○ Wan Li relies on the solitary sword, and Qianfeng sends a family. (Liu Changqing's "Giving Yuan Rongzhou")
○ At the same time, the East Club and the West House were sent, and it took no more than a month to go north and come south. (Li Bai's "A Trip to Jiangxia")
One is to move a guest to Changsha, but I don't see my home in Chang 'an in the west. (Li Bai's "Listening to the flute on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin")
○ Tianjia has cultivated, and morning smoke rises in the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "Garden Rise, Send Zhao Ying Han Mingfu, Lu Zhushu")
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★ Home in Tang Poetry
○ Once you leave this place, the whole world becomes home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing through an Old House")
○ My pillar is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray in the hills. (Li Ang's "The Problem of Self-improvement and Bamboo Barrier")
○ On the side of Wangjia Avenue, the emperor's residence, there is a dragon turtle rushing into the sacred spring. (Cai Fu's Poems of the Suburb Temple, Enjoying the Dragon Pool Movement, Chapter 2)
○ her boat turns back without waiting moonrise, to royal house amid amorous sighs. (Li Bai's Songs of Harmony, Four Songs of Midnight and Four Summer Songs)
○ After the war, they collected their bows and arrows, and returned to their hometown due west. (
Wang Jian's "Zaqu Geci Travel to Liaodong") ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○9675 (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads, Fisherman's Songs")
○ My home, Wuhui, is far away from the mountains, and my hometown is closed with white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Homecoming in Spring in Saibei")
○ Yuanji, Huang Shang, the state is peaceful. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music, the Sixth Song Store Palace")
○ The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
○ The mountains and rivers only ask about things, and the temples are not home. (Zhang Jiuling's "Feng He Sheng Zhi Chu La")
○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Lu Ju Han Home. (Song Zhiwen's "Spring Lotus Garden Catering System")
○ Under the flowers and the moon in the forest pond, it is not like a spring. (Wang Bo's Sitting on the Mountain Gate at Night)
○ There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to ship. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Ling)
○ Whose family is the Qiantang River, and the daughter on the river wins all the flowers. (Wang Changling's "Waving Girl")
○ Wan Li relies on the solitary sword, and Qianfeng sends a family. (Liu Changqing's "Giving Yuan Rongzhou")
○ At the same time, the East Club and the West House were sent, and it took no more than a month to go north and come south. (Li Bai's "A Trip to Jiangxia")
One is to move a guest to Changsha, but I don't see my home in Chang 'an in the west. (Li Bai's "Listening to the flute on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin")
○ Tianjia has cultivated, and morning smoke rises in the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "Garden Rise, Send Zhao Ying Han Mingfu, Lu Zhushu")
3. Seek more ancient poems to describe houses and buildings, the better
1. Potters in Song Dynasty: Mei Yaochen Pottery is in front of the door, and there is no tile on the house.
ten fingers don't touch mud, and scales live in the building. Tile-burning workers dig and dig all day, and all the soil in front of the door is dug up, but there is not a tile in their house.
those rich people live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles without even touching their fingers. 2, the hut was broken by the autumn wind. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu roared in August and autumn, and rolled up the triple grass on my house.
Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled on the outskirts of the river. The tall one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction, openly carrying Mao into the bamboo.
I can't breathe when my lips are burning and my mouth is dry. When I come back, I sigh. In a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
the cloth is as cold as iron for many years, and the charming child is lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp.
what's the point of getting wet after a long night? There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protects the world's poor people from all smiles, and the wind and rain are as calm as a mountain. Whoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone! In late autumn in August, the wind howled, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof.
the thatched grass flew wildly, crossed Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to rob things face to face and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms without scruple. My lips are dry and I can't stop drinking. When I come back, I sigh alone on crutches.
After a while, the wind stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky was gloomy and misty, and gradually became dark. The cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate.
The child's sleeping posture is not good, and the quilt is torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place in the house. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread.
Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much, and the nights are long. How can I stay till dawn? How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile, and the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, as stable as mountains? Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? By that time, even if my hut is blown by the autumn wind, I will die of cold myself willingly! 3. He Xinlang Xia Jing Song Dynasty: Su Shi Ruyanfei Huawu.
when there is no one, the shade turns to noon, and the night is cool and the bath is new. Hand-made white round fan, fan hand like jade for a while.
gradually sleepy, lonely sleep and clear maturity. Who will push the embroiderer outside the curtain? It's a waste of teaching people and dreaming of breaking Yaotai music.
again, the wind strikes the bamboo. Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu.
I'll be alone with you when all the flowers and waves are gone. Take a closer look at a beautiful branch, and your heart is as heavy as a bundle.
I'm afraid of being caught, and the autumn wind scares the green. If you stay here, you can't bear to touch the wine before the flower.
*** powder tears, two rustling. Swallow flew down to the beautiful house in the carved beam and painted building, and there was no one around. The phoenix tree turned around at noon.
in the cool evening, the beauty just came out of the bath. Holding a silk-woven white round fan, the round fan and the plain hand are as crisp as white jade.
I'm getting sleepy, and I'm sleeping soundly on my pillow. At this time, I wonder who is pushing the door of color embroidery? The emptiness awakened Yaotai's good dream.
when you listen, it turns out that the wind is knocking on the bamboo. Pomegranate flowers are half-blooming, like red scarves, and only when the floating flowers such as peaches and apricots are all gone will it bloom and associate with lonely beauty.
Take a closer look at this rich pomegranate. The petals are like a beautiful woman's heart. I'm afraid that the west wind will blow down and only the leaves will be green.
if the beauty comes in the future, you can't bear to touch it if you drink before the flowers. At that time, the tears and petals will all fall together, and the sound will be rustling.
4. Humble Room Inscription in Tang Dynasty: Liu Yuxi's mountain is not high, but there are immortals who are famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit.
I am humble, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper stage, and the grass color is green in the curtain.
There are great scholars who talk and laugh, but no Bai Ding. You can tune the lute and read the golden classics.
there's no fuss, no cumbersome work. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Yunting Pavilion in West Shu.
Confucius said: What's wrong with it? A mountain is not high, but a fairy is famous. Water is not deep, and with dragons, it seems to have aura.
this is a humble house, but I (the person who lives in it) have a good moral character (I don't feel humble). The moss marks on the steps are green in color; The grass is green, reflected in the curtain.
All the people who come here to talk and laugh are knowledgeable scholars, and those who have no shallow knowledge can play the unadorned guqin and read Buddhist scriptures. No music disturbs the ears, and no official documents make the body tired.
there is Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage in Nanyang, and the pavilion of Yangzi Cloud in West Shu. Confucius said: What's so simple? 5. Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower in Tang Dynasty: where long ago a yellow crane bore a sage to heaven, Cui Hao, nothing is left now but the Yellow Crane Terrace.
the yellow crane never revisited earth, and white clouds are flying without him for ever. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear by sunlit water, and Parrot Island is covered by the sweet grass.
but I look toward home, and twilight grows dark? There was a mist hanging over the river, bringing deep melancholy to the people. The immortal of the past has flown away with the Yellow Crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower here.
The yellow crane never came back. For thousands of years, only long white clouds were seen. The trees in Hanyang under the sunshine are clearly visible, and there is a green grass cover on Nautilus Island.
It's getting late. Looking into the distance, where is my hometown? In front of me, I saw a mist hanging over the river, which brought people deep sadness.
4. What are the ancient poems describing the house?
1. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu's "A Cottage Broken by Autumn Wind"
In the autumn of August, the high wind howled, and there were three weeds on my house. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the outskirts of the river. The highest one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I am old and weak, so I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on my stick.
in a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and in autumn, the desert will turn dark. The cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and jiao er is lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp. Since the chaos and lack of sleep, how can you get wet all night!
There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which greatly protects the world's poor people from all smiles, and the wind and rain do not move like a mountain. Whoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone!
Translation:
In late autumn in August, the wind howled, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew about, crossed Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me for being old and weak, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to rob things face to face and ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms without scruple. My lips are dry and I can't stop drinking. When I come back, I sigh alone on crutches.
After a while, the wind stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink. In late autumn, the sky was gloomy and misty, and gradually became dark. The cloth has been covered for years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good, and the quilt is torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place in the house. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much, the night is long, the house is leaking and the bed is wet, so how can I stay until dawn?
how can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, which generally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile, and the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, and they are as stable as mountains? Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? By that time, even if my hut is blown by the autumn wind, I will die of cold myself willingly!
Second, Xin Qiji's Qing Ping Le Du Su Boshan Wang's Temple in the Southern Song Dynasty
Hungry rats around the bed, bats dancing with lanterns. There is a breeze blowing in the house, and it is raining hard, and I am talking to myself between broken paper windows.
I've been in the north and south of the Yangtze River all my life, and I'm pale when I come back. A cold autumn wind blowing through the thin cloth quilt, suddenly woke up, in front of the eyes or the dream of the country.
Translation:
Hungry mice are jumping around the bed, and bats are dancing up and down around the lamp. The loose wind on the house came with heavy rain, and the window paper was torn by the wind, making a hula sound, as if talking to himself.
I've been tossing and turning all my life, but now I'm back with white hair and an old face. When I woke up from my dream on a stormy autumn night with a thin cloth, I still vaguely saw the Wan Li in my dream.
Third, Li Bai's "My Concubine is Unlucky" in the Tang Dynasty
The Emperor of Han Dynasty attached great importance to Gillian and stored it in a golden house.
if you cough for nine days, pearls and jade will be born with the wind.
Translation:
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once loved Gillian very much and built a golden house for her to live in.
she is in a high position, even if she spits a mouthful of sleeping foam, she will turn into a pearl with the wind.
Fourth, Mei Yaochen's The Pottery in the Northern Song Dynasty
Pottery is all in front of the door, and there is no tile on the house.
ten fingers don't touch mud, and scales live in the building.
translation:
The tile-burning workers dug and dug all day, and all the soil in front of the door was dug up, but there was not a tile in their house.
those rich people live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles without even touching their fingers.
5. Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas by Tao Yuanming in Tang Dynasty
Meng Xia has long vegetation and trees around the house to help it out.
the birds are happy to be entrusted, and I love my house.
Translation:
In Meng Xia, there are lush vegetation and green trees around my house.