The poems describing "houses" are as follows:
1. Song Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village Residence"
The eaves are low and the streams are green.
when you're drunk, Wu's voice is charming, but who's got white hair?
Big Er hoes the east of Douxi, while Middle Er is weaving a chicken coop.
I like the death of children most, and I lie on the stream and peel the lotus.
2. Tang Liu Yuxi's
The mountain is not high, but there are immortals. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper stage, and the grass color is green in the curtain. Laughing and having a great scholar, no Bai Ding. You can tune the lute and read the golden classics. There is no confusion, and there is no cumbersome form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Yunting Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: What's wrong with it?
3. Pastoral Work in Spring by Tang Wang Wei
Spring doves are singing on the house, and apricot blossoms are white at the village edge. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and the lotus hoe the spring vein.
when I return to Yan, I know my old nest, and the old people look at the new calendar. When you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and you will travel far away.
4. Song Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb
What's the matter with Nao! Can the bridge be saved from danger?
the maple in the distant mountains is pale outside, and the broken house is lonely by the wheat.
the spring breeze comes again, and the new buildings are old.
Pear blossoms are eaten cold, and they are only worried when they enter the festival.
5. Tang Du Fu's "Cottage Broken by Autumn Wind"
In the autumn of August, the high wind howled, and the triple grass rolled 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 bullied me, and I was old and weak. I could bear to be a thief opposite, and openly carried the wool into the bamboo. I can't breathe when my lips are burnt and my mouth is dry. When I return, I sigh on my staff.
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. What's the point of getting wet in the long 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! 2. Poems about houses
○ Once you leave this place, the four seas will become home. (Li Shimin's "Two Old Houses")
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ To royal house amid amorous sighs. (Li Bai's Songs of Harmony, Four Songs of Midnight, Four Summer Songs)
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○96 In another country, the white clouds are deep. (Chen Ziliang's homesickness in the northern part of Saibei in spring)
○○ Yuanji, Huang Shang, the country is peaceful. (Lu Zhaolin's Nine Chapters of Zhonghele, the Sixth Palace of Songs and Stories)
○○○○○○○○○○○○9675 Lu Juhan's Home. (Song Zhiwen's Lotus Garden Catering System in Spring)
○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○967 Thousands of peaks send a family. (Liu Changqing's "Give Yuan Rongzhou") 3. Poems and famous sayings about houses
★ Famous sayings of "home"
○ Home, the paradise of the world (Germany)
○ Birds love their nests and people love their homes (Britain)
○ Others' nests are not as good as their own < 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 palace view is 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 palace view is 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") 4. What are the poems describing the house
1. Two poems about spring affairs in the mountain house in the Tang Dynasty: Cen Can is warm and sunny, and butterflies swim into the house.
There are several wickers and low clothes yards, and a mountain flower pen bed. There are crows flying in Liangyuan at dusk, and there are three or two families in the eye.
I don't know how many people are gone, but when spring comes, the old flowers will come back. The spring breeze is soft, the sun is warm and the spring is rippling everywhere. Butterflies and bees fly into the hall from time to time.
A few wickers in front of the door brushed the clothes rack, and a mountain flower fell on the pen bed. The setting sun has set in Liangyuan, only crows flying around, looking at the depression everywhere, scattered three or two families.
how can you know the trees in the garden? People have already dispersed and lost their prosperity, and the annual spring breeze has blown again, and the flowers are still blooming. 2. He Xinlang Dream Cold Golden House Song Dynasty: Dream Cold Golden House in Jie Jiang.
sigh at the Qin Zheng and the oblique rainbow array, and the string dust flutters. Outside the window is blowing drizzle, cherry and red bean mellow crystal.
it's raining, and the peaches are like grapes. This hatred is hard to tell whether you know it or not, just like playing a chess game.
thin shadows are too bright for candles. The Clink glasses on the upper floor of Yuanyang drank wine, and the wine poured into the wine.
Asked Fang Yun when the exhibition will be held again, Cui Chai could not predict. Wait for the palace eyebrows to cross the clouds and draw a picture.
I'm afraid not. I'm new to makeup. Song and dance of the color fan, dental lamina are now in, only hate no one, can the great song various music understand.
cover your sleeves empty and lean on cold bamboo. The golden house in my dream is already bleak. It is a pity that the strings on the Qin Zheng fly like yan zhen, and the white strings of the Zheng are covered with dust.
She turned into a warbler and flew back, and she could still recognize the old green scars on the screen window. It is drizzling outside the window, and cherries and red beans are round and crystal clear.
It's hard to calm down this lovesickness. Do you know? It's like a jade board, playing chess with ups and downs. The solitary lamp reflects my thin figure, and I always think that the candlelight is too bright.
Yuanyang clinks glasses for drinking upstairs, and the jade cup breaks the wine. When will she meet again? It's hard to find the beauty of Cuichai.
If you want to paint Gong Mei as a thin cloud, I'm afraid it's not a fashionable new makeup to paint her beautiful face on a raw picture. The colorful fans and dental plates of song and dance are all here now, but I hate no one and can understand the music of Da Song Longsheng.
cover your sleeves and wipe your tears in vain, leaning against the lonely and cold bamboo alone! 3. In the Spring Festival Evening, there are two poems of the Tang Dynasty on the wall of Shushan's house: Chai Men, Guan Xiu, is silent and fragrant, and the fireworks of Shanjia are sunny in the spring rain. The courtyard flowers misty mountain water clear ling, the children cry and cry for the trees on the yellow warbler.
the water fragrant pond is full of black pussen, mandarin duck? It's like poultry. The field of the village before the village mulberry Maclura tricuspidata luxuriant, the donglinxishe boundary is clear each other does not encroach.
Before the silkworm mother washes the cocoon, the shepherd boy plays the flute and takes a bath. Shan Weng hospitable to retain me to live, laughing at the west slope said that the melon beans should be mature.
Chai Men was silent. The rice in the room was delicious, and it cleared up after the spring rain. The flowers in the hospital are misty, and the flowing water in the mountains is clear. The children are crying and clamoring for Oriole in the tree.
The pond is fragrant with black water. Pucao grows densely. Yuanyang? Swallows frolic in the water like poultry. There are many mulberry trees in the fields in front of the village and behind the village, and the boundaries between the east and the west are clear and do not invade each other.
The sericulture girl washes cocoons in the clear stream ahead, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo to dress and bathe in the water. Shan Weng hospitable enthusiasm to retain me to live, smiled and pointed to Xipo that melons and beans were about to mature.
4. The thatched cottage 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 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 at the head of the bed, and the foot of the rain is like hemp. What's the point of getting wet in the long night? There are thousands 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.
ouch! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone! In August and autumn, the deep wind roared loudly, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The thatched grass that flew high was wrapped around the high treetops, and the thatched grass that flew low fluttered and sank into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me because I was old and weak, so I had the heart to be a "thief" and rob things face to face, and brazenly ran into the bamboo forest with thatch in my arms. I couldn't stop talking, and when I got home, I sighed alone on crutches.
Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the gloomy and misty autumn sky gradually darkened. The cloth quilt has been covered for many years, and it is cold and hard like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is broken.
in case of rain, there is no dry place in the whole house, and raindrops keep leaking down like drooping hemp thread. I haven't had much sleep since the Anshi Rebellion. How can I get through the night when the house is wet and dry? How to get thousands of spacious houses, generally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile, and the houses are as stable as mountains when they encounter wind and rain.
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 and I die of cold, I will be willing! 5, Qingpingle Dushu Boshan Wangshi Temple Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji hungry rats around the bed, bats turn the lights and dance. 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.
Hungry mice scurried around the bed, and bats danced up and down around the dim oil lamp. The wind, with pines in it, roared like a raging wave; The rain was pouring down and pounding on the roof; The window paper was torn by the wind, making a shout, as if talking to himself.
I traveled from Saibei to Jiangnan, and now I'm hiding in the mountains, with an old face and white hair. A chilly autumn wind blew through the thin quilt, and suddenly woke up, vaguely in front of me was the dream of Wan Li. 5. Poems about houses
1. Once you leave this place, the four seas will become home. (Li Shimin's Two Poems on Passing through Old Houses)
2. My family's pillars are declining, and I am worried about learning to pray in the hills. (Li Ang's "The topic is to repair my own bamboo barriers")
3. On the side of Wangjia Avenue in the imperial house, a dragon and a turtle rush to the holy spring. (Cai Fu's "In the suburbs" To royal house amid amorous sighs. (Li Bai's Songs of Harmony, Four Songs of Midnight, Four Summer Songs)
5. After the war, each of them collected his bow and arrow, and returned to his hometown due to the west. (Wang Jian's Songs of Miscellaneous Songs, A Journey to Liaodong)
6. Fishing fishermen in Ruoxi Bay, and returning home for the west. In another country, the white clouds are deep. (Chen Ziliang's Homecoming in Spring in Saibei)
8. Yuanji, Huang Shang, the state family is in Ning. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghele, the Sixth Palace of Songs")
9. The Tian family has no four neighbors and sits alone in a garden.