In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Translation:
In August, it is already late autumn, and the wind is howling. The wind blew away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across 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, so they had the heart to be "thieves" to grab things face to face and run into the bamboo forest with thatch in their arms. I'm thirsty and I can't stop drinking. When I came back, I sighed 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 becomes dark and foggy. This 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 at home. The rain on the roof keeps leaking down like hemp thread. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I haven't slept much. The nights are long, the house leaks and the bed is wet. How can I stay up until dawn?
How can we get thousands of spacious and tall houses, generally shelter the poor people in the world and make them smile, while the houses are unmoved in the wind and rain, as stable as Mount Tai? Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut is blown down by the autumn wind, I will willingly freeze to death myself!
Second, the Southern Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Qingping Music, Living Alone in Boshan Wangshi Temple"
Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats danced around the dark oil lamp. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.
From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.
Translation:
Hungry mice jumped around the bed and bats jumped up and down around the lamp. The loose wind on the house came with heavy rain, and the enough paper was torn by the wind, making a shout, as if talking to himself.
I have been tossing and turning all my life, and now I am white-haired and old-faced. When I woke up from my dream on a stormy autumn night wearing a thin cloth, I still vaguely saw Wan Li in my dream.
Third, Li Bai's "My concubine is unlucky" in the Tang Dynasty
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once loved Gillian very much and built a golden palace for her to live in.
The emperor indulged her so much that even if her saliva fell, it would be as precious as pearls.
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 sleep foam, it will turn to pieces with the wind.
Fourth, Mei's Pottery of the Northern Song Dynasty.
Exhausted workers dug and dug all day and dug out the soil in front of the house, but there was not a tile in their own house.
A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud.
Translation:
The tile-burning workers dug day after day, and all the soil in front of the door was dug up, but there was not a tile on their house.
Those rich people live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles without even touching their fingers.
Five, Tang Tao's "Reading Shan Hai Jing"
Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees.
Birds seem to be satisfied with their food. I love my thatched cottage.
Translation:
In Xia Meng, there are lush vegetation and green trees around my home.
The bird seems very happy. I like my cabin.
2. Poems and famous sayings about houses ★ Famous sayings about "home"
○ Home, the paradise of the world (Germany)
○ Birds love their nests and people love their homes (UK)
○ Others' nests are not as good as their own.
○ No bird will dirty its nest (UK)
○ For Adam, heaven is his home; However, for Adam's descendants, home is their paradise (Volta)
My house is like a castle to me, and the law can't drive me out-(Wei Stafford)
★ "Home" in Tang Poetry
Once you leave here, you will feel at home everywhere. (Two Old Houses by Li Shimin)
○ My pillar is failing, and I am worried about learning to pray. (Li Ang's "The Way of Self-cultivation")
○ On the side of Wang Jia Avenue, the emperor's residence, there is a divine spring full of dragon turtles. (Cai Fu's "Song of Suburb Temple, Dragon Pool Appreciation Movement", Chapter 2)
Her boat turned around before the moon rose and sailed for the palace with an affectionate sigh. (Li Bai's "Harmony Song, Four Nights and Summer Songs")
After the war, their bows and arrows were confiscated, and their hometown was far from the west. (Wang Jian's "Zaqu Geci's Journey to Liaodong")
○ If you catch fishermen in Xixi Bay, you will return to your hometown in the east. (Zhang "Zaqu Fishing Song")
○ My home is far away in Qingshan, and the white clouds are deep elsewhere. (Chen Ziliang's "Saibei Spring Return")
○ Yuanji, home of Zhouning. (Lu's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghele, the Palace in the Sixth Song Dynasty")
○ Tian Jia has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. (Lu "Two Spring Festival Evening Villa Titles")
○ Mountains and rivers only seek things, and temples are home. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Wind and the First Wax of Life")
○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Liu Juhan's home. (Song Wenzhi, "Spring Lotus Garden Catering System")
○ Tang Linhua is bright, don't be like spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at the Gate at Night")
○ Many fishermen in Pukou invited me aboard. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Spirits)
○ Who is Qiantang River? The daughter on the river wins thousands of flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl")
○ Wan Li leans on the solitary sword, and Qianfeng sends a family. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○ The owner of Xishe will send it at the same time, and it will take no more than one month to travel north and south. (Li Bai's Jiang)
One is to move the guests to Changsha, hoping to see the West Chang 'an. (Li Bai's "Listening to Xiao on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang and Zhong Qin")
○ Tian Jia has been ploughed, and the morning smoke rises in the well house. (Wei's "The Rise of Gardens, Sending Zhao Mingfu and Recording Books")
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★ "Home" in Tang Poetry
Once you leave here, you will feel at home everywhere. (Two Old Houses by Li Shimin)
○ My pillar is failing, and I am worried about learning to pray. (Li Ang's "The Way of Self-cultivation")
○ On the side of Wang Jia Avenue, the emperor's residence, there is a divine spring full of dragon turtles. (Cai Fu's "Song of Suburb Temple, Dragon Pool Appreciation Movement", Chapter 2)
Her boat turned around before the moon rose and sailed for the palace with an affectionate sigh. (Li Bai's "Harmony Song, Four Nights and Summer Songs")
After the war, their bows and arrows were confiscated, and their hometown was far from the west. (Wang Jian's "Zaqu Geci's Journey to Liaodong")
○ If you catch fishermen in Xixi Bay, you will return to your hometown in the east. (Zhang "Zaqu Fishing Song")
○ My home is far away in Qingshan, and the white clouds are deep elsewhere. (Chen Ziliang's "Saibei Spring Return")
○ Yuanji, home of Zhouning. (Lu's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghele, the Palace in the Sixth Song Dynasty")
○ Tian Jia has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. (Lu "Two Spring Festival Evening Villa Titles")
○ Mountains and rivers only seek things, and temples are home. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Wind and the First Wax of Life")
○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Liu Juhan's home. (Song Wenzhi, "Spring Lotus Garden Catering System")
○ Tang Linhua is bright, don't be like spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at the Gate at Night")
○ Many fishermen in Pukou invited me aboard. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Spirits)
○ Who is Qiantang River? The daughter on the river wins thousands of flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl")
○ Wan Li leans on the solitary sword, and Qianfeng sends a family. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○ The owner of Xishe will send it at the same time, and it will take no more than one month to travel north and south. (Li Bai's Jiang)
One is to move the guests to Changsha, hoping to see the West Chang 'an. (Li Bai's "Listening to Xiao on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang and Zhong Qin")
○ Tian Jia has been ploughed, and the morning smoke rises in the well house. (Wei's "The Rise of Gardens, Sending Zhao Mingfu and Recording Books")
3. This poem about house describes "house" like this:
1. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Qingpingle Village"
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
2. Liu Tang Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription"
The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: What's wrong?
3. Wei's Pastoral in Spring
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
4. Song Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
5. Tang Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night?
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
4. Poems about houses 1. Once you leave here, the four seas will become your home. (Two Old Houses by Li Shimin)
The pillar of my family is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray in the mountains. (Li Ang's "The Way of Self-cultivation")
On one side of Wang Jia Avenue, the emperor's residence, there is a sacred spring full of dragons and turtles. (Cai Fu's "Song of Suburb Temple, Dragon Pool Appreciation Movement", Chapter 2)
Her boat turned around before the moon rose and sailed for the palace with an affectionate sigh. (Li Bai's Harmony Song, Four Sons Nocturne, Summer Song)
After the war, they collected their bows and arrows and returned to their hometown because of the west.
6. If the fisherman in the creek bay is a boatman in the west, he will return to the east. (Zhang "Miscellaneous Ballads and Fishermen's Songs")
7. My home is far away in Qingshan, and the white clouds are deep elsewhere. (Chen Ziliang's "Saibei Spring Return")
8. Huang Shang Yuanji is a peaceful country. (Lu's "Nine Chapters of Harmony and Music, Liugongqu")
9. The Tian family has no neighbors and spends the spring alone in the garden. (Lu "Two Spring Festival Evening Villa Titles")
10. Mountains and rivers only ask questions, but temples don't live. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Wind and the First Wax of Life")
1 1. Furong Qindi swamp, Lu Juhan's home. (Song Wenzhi, "Spring Lotus Garden Catering System")
12. It's not like spring flowers and a pond in the forest. (Wang Bo sits on the mountain gate at night)
13. There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me aboard. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Spirits)
14. Who is the Qiantang River, and the daughter on the river wins ten thousand flowers. (Wang Changling's "The Waving Girl")
15. Wan Li leans on a solitary sword, and a thousand peaks get one free. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
16. "Epang Palace Fu" Du Mu
17. "Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion" Wang Bo
18. "Yueyang Tower" Fan Zhongyan
19. Liu Yuxi's Humble Room Inscription
20. "Yellow Crane Hugs" Cui Hao
2 1. Fan Chengda's "Guan Wa Gong Fu"
22. "Changmen Fu" Sima Xiangru
23. One of the songs in the palace (Tang Libai)
Inscription: made by imperial edict. Ming Taizu sat in the Shen Xiangting, feeling something, trying to get a white movement. Called in, white drunk, face full of water, this just a little relieved. Pen writing, Wan Li finely crafted.
Golden House, purple Ying Ying. Baoji puts mountain flowers, and Dianthus embroidered Luo clothes.
Every time I leave the palace, I often walk back with the steps. I'm only worried about singing and dancing and turning into colorful clouds.
24. The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. ? The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. ? In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! ? There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
25. There are high-rise poems in the northwest.
Author: Lu Ji? (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
What a tall building. Have a safe trip. Dust came out of the window. Through the clouds
Beauty caresses the harp. Hands are free. Aromatic gases condense with the wind. Sad sounds are fragrant.
Who cares about jade capacity? The whole city is playing. Stand and watch the sun. Sigh again and again.
Don't complain about standing for a long time. I hope the singer is happy. Thinking about driving back to Hongyu. Han, fly with me.
5. Poetry about building stands in the clouds.
I have nowhere to live.
Although the apartment location is good
Why do you have money?
The average price is tens of thousands.
At least a few thousand
Dead wages of the working class
First, I have to eat.
Keep trying to save money.
Then sweat hard.
More and more funds, heading for the property market.
But suffering from no housing.
No matter which one has real estate.
All sold to real estate speculators.
My generation wants to cry without tears.
Have to look at the building and sigh.
I hope god can open his eyes.
My son will be the boss in the future.
You can't live in a building for nothing.
Luxury villa as a pigsty
Stay in a hotel every day.
Eat and drink in the hotel.
Enjoy the splendor of the world.
Finally stay in Babaoshan
6. This sentence describes the house on the west side of the courtyard, and several long bamboo poles are covered with Hua Teng. Dense green leaves lined with purple flowers, delicate and charming, look like a beautiful colorful satin from a distance.
This is a low and shabby south room. The room is dark and humid all the year round, the walls have fallen off and the walls are uneven.
The tiles on the roof are as dense as fish scales, and the Tianhe breach won't leak in at all.
Under the shade of green trees, neat tile houses and old straw houses are intertwined, just like a chess game that has been killed in full swing.
Almost all the farmhouses in the village are covered with snow, leaving only a few dark windows, like a pair of wide-open eyes, looking at the snowy world in amazement.
There is a row of paulownia in front of the door. They have planted it for five or six years. Now the biggest bowl is thick and the smallest teacup is big. There are several yellow bud trees and an evergreen tree at the door. Even in the cold winter, you can still see the "green" that exudes vitality and welcomes everything in spring.
The courtyard is elegant, the walls are covered with loofahs, the fences are covered with pods, and the green leaves are bathed in the warm sunshine, giving people a beautiful and quiet feeling.
Standing halfway up the mountain and looking into the village, the low huts are scattered in the mountains like small mushrooms drilled out of the ground after the rain.
7. With regard to the ancient poem "Caotang is blown by autumn wind" that I really want to live in, Du Fu's high wind in August and autumn roared and rolled up three hairs on my house.
Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang depression. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief.
I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches. In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.
The cloth has been cold as iron for many years, and the pride is cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.
How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! In the spring of the second year of Yuan Dynasty (76 1), Du Fu asked for relatives and built a hut near Huanhuaxi, Chengdu, and finally got a place to live. Unexpectedly, in August, the house was damaged by strong winds, and heavy rain followed.
The poet stayed up all night and was deeply moved. He wrote this well-known poem. This poem is about his own hut, but it shows his feelings of worrying about the country and the people.
This poem can be divided into four parts. There are five sentences in the first section, each of which rhymes, and there are bursts of wind from the five flat rhymes of "good", "wool", "intersection" and "depression".
"In the autumn of August, the wind roared, and my family's three hairs." The momentum was rapid.
The word "wind howling" is loud and loud, which reads like roaring in the autumn wind. A word "anger" personifies the autumn wind, which makes the next sentence not only full of action, but also full of strong feelings.
The poet finally built the hut, and just settled down, but the autumn wind deliberately opposed him, whistling and rolling up layers of thatch. How can he not make the poet extremely anxious? The word "flying" of "Mao Fei crossed the river and scattered in the suburbs of the river" is closely related to the word "rolling" in the previous sentence. The rolled thatch did not fall beside the house, but flew over the river with the wind, and then scattered like raindrops in the suburbs of the river: "The highest one hangs on the top of the forest." One after another, the dynamics of "rolling", "flying", "crossing", "falling", "hanging" and "drifting" not only constitute vivid pictures, but also touch the poet's sight and touch his heartstrings.
The genius of the poet lies in that he does not express his feelings abstractly, but reflects his feelings in an objective description. When we read these poems, we clearly saw a thin old man with thin clothes and rags standing outside the house on crutches, watching the roaring autumn wind roll up the thatch on his house layer by layer, blowing through Jiang Fa and scattered in the suburbs by the river; And his anxiety and resentment about the broken house caused by the strong wind can not help but arouse our hearts.
Five sentences in the second quarter. This is a development and supplement to the previous section.
The thatch "sprinkled on the periphery of the river" written in the last section cannot be recovered. Is there anything on the ground that can be restored? Yes, but it was taken away by the "Nancun Group Children"! The word "bully me" should be focused.
If the poet is not "old and weak", but strong and energetic when he is young, he will naturally not be bullied like this. "Being able to face a thief" means having the heart to be a thief before my eyes! This just shows the resentment of the poet who was bullied because he was "old and weak", and it is not true that "Quner" was accused of being a "thief" and wanted to sue the government for crimes.
So "my lips are so dry that I can't breathe", and there is nothing I can do. In the words of the poet Matagoro, this is "it is better to have this than to be poor"! If the poet is not very poor, he will not be so worried about the thatch being blown away by the wind: if the "group" is not very poor, they will not brave the wind to hold those worthless thatch.
This is all over. The lofty aspiration of "owning endless buildings and protecting the faces of the poor in the world" is based on the reality of "being poor all over the world".
"Come back and lean on the stick and sigh" always receives a paragraph or two. As soon as the poet heard the barking of the north wind, he was worried that the hut that was not strong enough would be in danger, so he went out on crutches and walked home helplessly until the wind blew the thatch of the house beyond recovery.
"Leaning on the staff" is of course to take care of the "old and weak". The word "self" in "self-sighing" hurts! The poet's unfortunate experience was only his own sigh, which did not arouse others' sympathy and help, so the watering of the worldly wisdom was also intended to be outside the words, so the content of his "sigh" was very profound! When he was devastated by the wind, homeless and unable to get sympathy and help from others, he clearly thought of countless poor people in similar situations.
In the third season, eight sentences were written about the miserable situation of broken houses and continuous rain. The phrase "the wind will instantly set the color of clouds and ink, and the autumn is bleak and dark" uses a lot of pen and ink to render a gloomy and sad atmosphere, thus setting off the poet's gloomy and sad mood. It is expected that there will be dense raindrops sprinkled on the ground from the bleak autumn sky.
The phrase "clothes are cold and iron for many years, jiao zi lies with her feet cracked" cannot be written by an author with poor life experience. It is worth noting that this is not only a worn-out cloth quilt, but also a preparation for later writing.
In Chengdu in August, the weather is not "cold". It is precisely because "there is no dry place at the head of the bed, and the rain is endless" that I feel cold. "Since I can't sleep, how can I get wet overnight?" Two sentences, one vertical and one closed.
First, from the present situation to all kinds of painful experiences since the An Shi Rebellion, from the stormy hut to the war-torn country; As soon as I closed it, I returned to the reality of "getting wet all night". Worrying about the country and the people, plus "getting wet all night", how can you sleep? "Why is there a car" and the previous "unbroken" concern show the poet's urgent mood of looking forward to both rain and dawn.
And this kind of mood is inspired by the predicament of broken houses and iron clothes. Therefore, the personal hardship is linked to the similar situation of others, and naturally it comes to the end of the whole poem.
"There are thousands of spacious buildings in Qian Qian, and the poor in the world are happy, and the wind and rain are as calm as a mountain." Seven characters are used before and after, and nine characters are used in the middle. The words "Guangsha", "Thousand Rooms", "Great Shelter", "Tianxia", "Happy Face" and "Anrushan" are loud and clear.