Poetry about the house 1. Poems with house characters

See you in the rain for the drink offering in Korea. Zhang Ji is not worried about rain, it's dark and dark.

The house is wet and leaking, but the mud is not deep. Thin horses are pitiless, so eat less and be attractive.

When I heard about Master Han, I was still lonely. "Two Diseases at the End of Winter" is closed. Winter wind blows plants and trees, and it also blows my roots.

Old friends who haven't come for a long time are left out like gardens. Long Qie rub, sigh is not unheard of.

When Gu Wei was young, he didn't care much. The wind clock is far from the pillow, and the snow is frozen.

Empty and subtle, empty and quiet. The brigade was confident and refused to fight back against the attack.

Going down and coming up, the only doubt is lung stones. Shan Tong is stubborn and small. What's the advantage?

Teach the teapot to wash, and the snow hits the adjacent wall. If there is no good posture, it is more suitable for Pei's return.

Plum trees grow early in front of the courtyard, and the flowers turn green when they sit down. The house is old and full of rats, and the windows show the roof.

Recently, things in the chest seem to have lost their efficacy. The micro-singing after micro-singing is vaguely like Zhuang Gan.

Yuan Zhen, who has never died since ancient times, can't remember his name. In this year's capital, the dead are old and young.

Dugu is only forty, and Fang Rongrong is an official. Li San, 39, had a clear voice when he went to court.

Zhao Chang is over eighty and has three generals under his command. Life is different, so is death.

His family cried and loved, one after another. Such lamentations are insignificant.

Tortoise fungus, etc. Even if you die. That's how I got sick, so it's not surprising.

If you die today, you will live your whole life. I don't know what I have achieved after borrowing it for a hundred years.

Besides, I studied Buddhism early, and this is the shape of my house. There is nothing to worry about, whether to go or stay.

The previous life is a trace, and the next life is the future. But if you don't stop thinking, you have no choice.

The dragon dies, and the cicada sings. Hu is a god who gave his life. This person is unknown.

Thank you, love your friend, and give your love to your brother. You can understand this, but you can't listen to what the world says.

The place where Yuan Zhen was born is early spring, and spring is in the clouds. The cage onion is idle and wants to go with the wind.

In the summer, the snow is covered in the corner. Late, lonely, muddy.

Where spring comes early, it comes in the snow. Muddy land, only one by one to meet the wind.

The house became thinner and the center of the pool melted. Since the sorrow is exhausted, who is pretending.

Where spring comes early, there comes the color of the season. The forest is shining in the distance, and the tall trees are in the east wind.

Water freezes into frost and mud melts again. Gradually realize that the remnant snow is thin and close to the most pitiful clump.

Where spring comes early, where spring comes early. The stars are surrounded by darkness, and the smoke is filled with sunshine and wind.

There are many crows in the palace trees, but the towers melt with snow. Fighting for the edge, the umbrella is self-contained.

Where spring comes early, where spring comes early is forbidden. The temple steps are long and sunny, and the pavilion is full of treasures and kites.

Yaoshu cigarettes are heavy and the sky is bright. Liu Mei lost consciousness, and the blue color has condensed.

Where spring comes early, it comes along the river. The rain turned to Linpu City, and it was sunny and windy.

Asparagus cone is still short, and jade gradually melts. A few times when the boat was full, merchants and women all had eyebrows.

Where spring comes early, spring is in the wild villa. The patient has nothing to do with the sun and his wife is lazy.

Although the weather is warm, the place where I wear it is frozen. Whip cattle outside the county gate to build Can Cong for the soil.

Where spring comes early, it is in the freezer. Still pity the snow and gradually feel the east wind.

The weaver girl's cloud bridge is broken and the waves are beautiful. Then I left sobbing, hating the lotus bushes.

Where spring comes early, it is in the eyes of willows. Buds bloom in the sun, and they are short and contain no wind.

Green eyebrows are heavy, yellow wax tears melt. The blue strips are not closed, and the sorrow has gathered first.

Where spring comes early, there is spring. Ruipai is hard to make snow, and incense is begging for wind.

Long Jiong-qiang complained that Jiang Yao thought of melting. Every year is the most annoying, there is no cluster.

Where spring comes early, it reminds people of birds. The magpie's nest moves to the new year, and the kite feathers spin high.

The wild goose startled the sand and warmed it, while the mandarin duck melted in love the water. The most pitying jade flies into the little beauty bush.

Where spring comes early, it is in the pool. On the day when the ice fell, the water returned to the air.

Liu loves to move, but Mei worries and melts into the tree. Before the grass buds came out, I picked a small cluster.

Where the spring comes early, the spring in the play comes early. Riding firecrackers and fighting cyclones.

Scold the rain and worry, and the ice likes to melt. My daughter did all the needlework and stole five followers.

Where spring comes early, people like it. Although Xiao makeup is close to fire, the sunny play is gradually pity the wind.

If you are lazy in the dark, add wine and consider melting first. Predict the likes and dislikes of flowers and tend to the deepest clusters.

Where spring comes early, it is half asleep and half awake. Seeing light is like seeing fog, smelling rain is like smelling the wind.

My eyes are still full of dreams, and I am afraid that lifting my body will melt. But it became a butterfly with two wings, circling the flowers.

Where spring comes early, it is in the mirror. Cold hands evenly mixed with flour, moving against the curtain wind.

Cebu plum heart drops, melting on the screen. Thinking of being lazy to wash and dress, but empty to pull out the green silk cluster.

Where spring comes early, it is in the house. The sun shines in Yu Pei, and the curtain is cool.

The willows are tender and the plum fragrance is harmonious. Sleeping alone and jealous, stealing acacia bushes.

Where spring comes early, where spring comes old and sick. The steamed soil paste is swollen, and the weather is warm and itchy.

It seems that the skin is spreading and the qi and blood are melting. Add a new year and turn white into clusters.

Where spring comes early, you will think of spring. The traveler's soul surprises the northern geese, and the hometown believes in the east wind.

The heart is gray, but it has not been melted by snow. The unknown opens the sky, and the empty circle does not open.

Where spring comes early, it comes in the rain. The dust is slightly angry and the face is as thin as the wind.

Liucuo cries for pearls, and plum powder sweats. Full of sadness, remember the fragrant bush.

"Spring Pastoral Work" Wang Weijia's garden is full of spring pigeons, and the apricot blossoms are white at 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.

"Shan Jutu" Wang Jianwu is in the west of the waterfall spring, and there is a stream under the eaves. Close the door to raise wild deer and feed the pheasants separately.

When the laurel tree is ripe, it will harvest the fruit, but Lan Sheng won't do it. At the beginning of the tunnel, the ladder became loose in the depth.

"Shiweng Temple" Wang Jianqing Cliff White Stone is sandwiched in the east of the city, with spring bells attached inside. Mountains and rivers have different snake colors, and the craftsmen of houses and even palaces have the same name.

After the sarong in summer, the eaves lights are black, and the leaves in autumn are red. The poems written by the emperor are always there, and the title of the painting is locked in the niche.

Du Fu's old friend once hid in the East, and he had already included Jinglong. An old friend lives in Meridian Valley now, and lives alone in a hut on a shady cliff.

In front of the house, it's too ancient and mysterious, and it's bluestone desert and often cold. Zigui cries mangosteen crack at night, and the queen mother turns over the cloud flag during the day.

Knowing that this plan will grow, the sloppy days should be long. The iron lock is unattainable and makes you happy.

"Give the king" ancient jade can't find a long way to go, and the door seems to have been closed. The bed is covered with stones and moss, and the roof is covered with autumn grass.

It takes a short time to learn the piano, and it is easy to be late for writing. Only after dusk, there was a clear voice in the stream.

2. Poems about houses

The poem describing the "house" is as follows:

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 buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

3. Poems and famous sayings about home

Home "famous aphorism ○ Home, paradise on earth (Germany) ○ Birds love their nests, people love their homes (England) ○ Others' nests are not as good as their own nests ○ No bird will pollute their nests (England) ○ For Adam, heaven is his home; However, for Adam's descendants, home is their paradise (Futai) ○ My home is like a castle to me, and the law can't drive me out-(Wei Stafford) ★ The "home" in Tang poetry, dragons and turtles are surging with sacred spring. (Cai Fu's "Song of the Horn Temple" for the second time) ○ The boat doesn't wait for the moon to come out, and it's full of regrets. (Li Bai's Song of Harmony, Four Songs of Midnight and Song of Summer) 0000000000967 Another country, deep in white clouds. (Saibei Chunsi) ○ Yuanji is here, and Ning is in the state. (Lu's "Nine Chapters of Harmony and Music in Six Palaces") ○ Tian's family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden in spring. (Lu's "Two Villa in the Spring Festival Evening") ○ Mountains and rivers only ask questions, but temples don't live. (Zhang Jiuling's The Wind and the Palace) Don't be like a family in spring. There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to board the boat. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Spirits) ○ Who is the Qiantang River, and the daughter on the river wins the flower. (Wang Changling's "The Girl Who Huansha") ○ Wan Li leans on a solitary sword, and a thousand peaks give one. (Liu Changqing's Gift to Yuan Rongzhou) ○ Master. Looking west at Chang 'an, I can't see home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Yellow Crane Tower's Flute with Shilang Zhong Qin") ○ Tianjia has been ploughed, and the morning smoke rises in the well room. (Wei's "Yuan Yanqi, Sending Zhao Ying to Hanming Mansion and Lu Zhushu") Interviewee: Good Baby _ Yao Yao-Scholar Level 3 9-9 2 1: 10. Worried about learning to pray in the mountains. (Li Ang's "Self-taught Bamboo Obstacles") ○ On the side of Wang Jia Avenue, the emperor's residence, what a dragon turtle, rushing to the holy spring. (Cai Fu's "Song of the Temple in the Suburb, Appreciating the Dragon Pond" the second time) ○ The boat doesn't wait for the moon to come out, and it will return to the palace with a sigh. (Li Bai's Four Summer Songs at Midnight) ○ After the war, I settled in the West and returned to the East. (Zhang's Fisherman's Ballad) ○ My home is in Wuhuiyuan, and the clouds are deep elsewhere. (Chen Ziliang's "Spring Return to the Northwest") Yuan Ji is in Huang Shang, Guo Ping. (Lu's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghele, the Palace of the Sixth Song Dynasty") ○ Tian Jia Wu Si. Is Gongguan home? (Zhang Jiuling's "Wind and Prosperity Began in Los Angeles") ○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Lu Juhan's home. (Song Wenzhi's "Spring Lotus Garden Catering System") 0000000967 Qianfeng sent it to a family. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou") ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○.