Sad poems about old houses (what poems describe old houses)

1. What poems describe "old houses"? "He Xin Lang Meng Han Jin Wu"?

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Meng Han Golden House. She turned to the returning warbler and could recognize the old green marks on the screen. It is drizzling outside the window, and cherries and red beans are crystal clear and mellow. Do you know that this lovesickness is hard to reconcile? It's hard to say whether you know this kind of hatred, just like playing chess. The light reflected my thin figure, and the light of the candle was too bright.

Yuanyang clinks glasses and drinks upstairs, and the wine is poured into the wine. When will she meet again? When the palace eyebrows pass through the clouds, draw pictures. Painting Gong Mei as a moire, and painting her with raw silk, I'm afraid it's not a fashionable new dress. Colored fan singing and dancing, the tooth plate is now, only hate no one, can sing and dance all kinds of music to understand. Empty sleeves and tears, only relying on lonely cold bamboo!

Banquet Qing Jingshi, send Ma Linfu to Nangong for rhyme.

Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying

Willow trees are very dark in spring. Dongfeng Li, send Yunyan Gao quickly. The scroll is raining, the snow is falling outside the window, and the well is cold and the pen is frozen. Home Lin Xiuju frost old, laugh, toad kiss laurel seeds. Yingmaoyuan, fighting in the black dragon, only the tide to blame Wu Feng.

Jade eyebrows hide China, Lingyun air pressure, a thousand-year cloud dream. The name is lighter than ink, and the robe is purple and green. Flying apricot garden new sentence, dazzling and charming, spring outing suddenly vertical. With a happy sound, the magpies surrounded the stadium and the red curtains moved.

The autumn wind broke the hut.

Tang Dynasty: 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, 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! (Death is enough: Death is enough)

It is very cold in Taiyuan except at night.

Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian

Send a message to the world, travel light.

The spring breeze is not far away, just to the east of the house.

Resentment in spring

Tang Dynasty: Liu

The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.

The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

Qingping Ledu Subo Mountain King Temple

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats danced around the dark oil lamp. There was a breeze blowing in the room, and it rained heavily. I talked 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.

The following is a brief introduction of some authors:

Du Fu (A.D. 7 12- A.D. 770), with beautiful words, called himself a young man with a young age. Han nationality, originally from Xiangyang, is from Gongxian County, Henan Province (now Gongyi, Henan Province). A great realistic poet in Tang Dynasty, together with Li Bai, was called "Du Li". In order to distinguish Li Shangyin, Du Mu and Xiao Du Li, Du Fu and Li Bai are also called Da Du Li, and Du Fu is often called Lao Du.

Du Fu's influence on China's classical poetry is far-reaching, and he is called "the sage of poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Later generations called him Du Shiyi and Du Gongbu, and also called him Du Shaoling and Du Caotang. Du Fu wrote such famous works as Spring Hope, Northern Expedition, Three Officials and Three Farewells. In 759, Du Fu abandoned his official position and went to Sichuan. Although he fled the war and lived a relatively stable life, he still cared about his life and managed state affairs. Although Du Fu is a realistic poet, he also has a wild and unruly side. It is not difficult to see Du Fu's heroism and dry clouds from his masterpiece Song of Drinking Eight Immortals. The core of Du Fu's thought is the Confucian thought of benevolent government, and he has the great wish of "making the monarch Yao and Shun superior, and then making the customs pure". Although Du Fu was not famous during his lifetime, his fame spread far and wide, which had a far-reaching impact on China literature and Japanese literature. About 65,438+0,500 poems of Du Fu have been preserved, most of which are collected by Du Gongbu.

Xin Qiji (165438+May 28th 040-1207-65438+1October 3rd), formerly known as Tan Fu, later changed to You 'an, No.Jiaxuan, was born in Licheng County, Jinan, Shandong Province (now Sifengzha Village, Yao Qiang Town, Licheng District, Jinan City). Bold poets and generals in the Southern Song Dynasty are known as "dragons in words". Known as "Su Xin" with Su Shi and "Jinan Er 'an" with Li Qingzhao.

Xin Qiji was born in the State of Jin. He is a teenager who resists the return of gold to Song Dynasty. He served as an envoy of Jiangxi and Fujian. He is the author of "Ten Theories on Meiqin" and "Nine Theories", which provided strategies for Chen Zhanshou. Because of disagreement with the ruling pacifists, he was impeached and resigned, living in seclusion in the mountains. Before and after the Northern Expedition, Kathy successively served as the magistrate of Shaoxing, the magistrate of Zhenjiang, and the magistrate of maize. In the third year of the jubilee (1207), Xin Qiji passed away at the age of 68. After the gift to Shao Shi, posthumous title "Zhong Min".

Xin Qiji devoted his life to recovery and self-praise, but his fate was ill-fated, he was excluded and his ambition was hard to pay. However, his patriotic belief in restoring the Central Plains has never wavered, and his passion, concern and anxiety about the rise and fall of the country and the fate of the nation are all contained in his poems. The artistic style of his ci is diverse, mainly bold and unconstrained, with a gloomy and heroic style, but there is no lack of delicacy and femininity. His ci has a wide range of themes, expressing patriotic enthusiasm for restoring national unity with allusions, pouring out grief and indignation, and condemning the humiliation and peace of the rulers at that time. There are also many works that praise the rivers and mountains of the motherland. There are more than 600 words, including Jia Ji and Short Sentences, which have been handed down from generation to generation.

2. Poems and sentences describing the changes of old houses

1. My old house records my childhood and dreams. I have lived in an old house since I was born. The old house is deep in my memory, full of childhood laughter.

2. The old house embodies the mountain scenery of ancient Huizhou, the will of geomantic omen and the decorative tendency of regional beauty. Accompanied by Huizhou merchants in Ming and Qing Dynasties, it interpreted the legend of "no town and no emblem" and became a famous school in the architectural history of China.

My old house is very cold. Now only my grandparents live in it. Because the old house is in the countryside, there are few people and many places, and the neighborhood at home is extremely empty.

Don't let the clouds cover the sun at last, it's spring buds in winter. What about the vicissitudes of life? Looking back at the cold, cherish the time, face up to today and look forward to tomorrow. The past time has made him pass by, and the wind is full of helplessness. This is called silence.

5. The heart is a pocket. What is less is called the heart, what is more is called the mind's eye, and what is more is called the calculated scenery, which is either vicissitudes or dirty.

6. An old house on the side of the road is exquisite, with a red brick and cement roof and a white one with many exquisite patterns engraved on it.

7. Rows of old houses stand side by side on both sides of the alley. The quiet and ancient atmosphere makes people feel as if they were in ancient times hundreds of years ago, drinking a pot of fragrant tea, laughing and talking about chess, calligraphy and painting.

8. The old house gave me too much warmth and too much sadness. Now, even if we leave, it won't feel lonely. Because we put tears in the soil and let it taste. We mixed the smiling face into the soil to make it aftertaste. My old house has been watching me grow up, and now my old house is gone, and it has entered my memory with them.

9. The old houses in the south of the Yangtze River are simple and quiet, long and cordial, and old and soft. The beautiful white wall of the years depicts the cracks of the years, and it is more greasy after being wet by rain. There is a big wooden door in front of the house, and I can't help knocking on the smooth copper ring on the door, trying to ring the sleeping Jiangnan.

10. Walking into Gu Xiang, the roadway paved with bluestone slabs less than two meters wide is sandwiched between antique old houses on both sides. Because there is no end in sight at the corner, misty rain haunts them like a dream. Rows of old houses have long been eroded by wind and rain, and the bright colors have faded.

3. What are the poems describing old houses and old houses? 1. Golden House in Meng Han, He Xinlang Southern Song Dynasty: Golden House in Meng Han, Jie Jiang.

She turned to the returning warbler and could recognize the old green marks on the screen. It is drizzling outside the window, and cherries and red beans are crystal clear and mellow.

It's raining, and peaches are like peaches. Do you know that this hatred is hard to calm you down? I like Qiongtai and feel like playing chess.

The light reflected my thin figure, and the light of the candle was too bright. Yuanyang clinks glasses and drinks upstairs, and the wine is poured into the wine.

When will it be exhibited again? Cui Chai is hard to predict. When the palace eyebrows pass through the clouds, draw pictures.

Painting Gong Mei as a moire, and painting her with raw silk, I'm afraid it's not a fashionable new dress. The red teeth of colored fans came today, and I don't hate anyone. Listen to kaiyuan music.

Empty sleeves and tears, only relying on lonely cold bamboo! The golden house in the dream is already desolate. Alas, the strings on the table fly like flies, and the white strings on the Zheng are covered with dust.

She turned into a charming warbler and flew back, and she could recognize the old green scars on the screen window. It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and cherries and red beans are round and crystal clear.

This kind of lovesickness is hard to calm down. Do you know that?/You know what? Like a jade board, playing the ups and downs of chess. The solitary lamp reflects my thin figure and always feels that the candlelight is too bright.

Yuanyang clinks glasses and drinks upstairs, while jade cups break wine. When will she meet again? It is difficult to find the beauty of cuichai.

If you want to paint Gong Mei in the style of thin clouds, it is probably not a fashionable new makeup to describe her beautiful face with an unprocessed picture. Colorful fans, singing and dancing teeth plates are all here now, but I hate that no one can understand the music of Da Song Longsheng.

In vain, cover your sleeves and wipe your tears, relying on lonely bamboo! 2. The cabin was broken by the autumn wind. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu growled in August and autumn, and rolled up my Sanhe grass. 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! In late August and autumn, the wind roared and 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 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! 3. Spring resentment in the Tang Dynasty: The sunset on the willow screen window is fading, and no one in the Golden House sees tears. The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.

Outside the screen window, the sun fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears. The courtyard is empty, and the spring scenery is about to disappear; Pear flower falls fell all over the floor, and the door closed mercilessly.

4, Qingping Ledushan Boshan Wang Shi Temple Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji hungry rats around the bed, bats turn on the lights and dance. There was a breeze blowing in the room, and it rained heavily. I talked 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.

Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats jumped up and down around the dim oil lamp. The wind mixed with pine trees roared like a raging wave; The rain poured down and beat on the roof; Enough paper was torn by the wind, whistling, as if talking to himself.

From Saibei to Jiangnan, I am now hiding in the mountains, my face is old and my hair is white. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin quilt and woke up suddenly. It was Wan Li's dream.

5, Tao Song Dynasty: There is pottery in front of the plum door, and there is no tile in the house. A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud.

The tile-burning workers dug and dug all day, and all the soil in front of the door was dug up, but there was no tile in their house. Those rich people live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles without even touching their fingers.

4. Poems about old houses are shown to neighbors in spring.

Song Dynasty: Chen Shidao

There are no monks and swallow writers in the old house.

I want to go out and laugh, but I don't want to go back to the dust.

The wind turns over three cobwebs, and the thunder bee occupies two official positions.

I broke the promise of spring in the south neighbor, but it hasn't blossomed yet.

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The broken wall was soaked by the spring rain, and the snail crawled, leaving a skewed seal character. There were no monks in the shabby old house, only Liang Yan committed a crime and regarded it as a writer. Spring is beautiful. I really want to go out and follow the laughter. When I come back, I feel dusty all over my face.

Spring breeze blows through cobwebs, and flying insects can still escape on three sides; Spring thunder shakes the hive, and wasps can rank in official positions. I broke my promise several times and failed to go to the south neighbor to enjoy the spring day. I just hope there are still spring flowers that have not yet opened.

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The creative background of Spring Show Neighborhood;

Xiu Lin Chun was written in the spring of 1 100 (Fu Yuan's third year). At that time, the author Chen Shidao lived in Xuzhou, living in poverty and writing poems by reading.

The first couplet is about the bleak scene of the continuous spring rain and the shabby place where you live. Zhuan Xu expressed the bleak feeling cup that although he wanted to come out in spring, he was disheartened, which showed the poet's dissatisfaction with life. The necklace was painted in ink since childhood, depicting the lively spring scene in front of us and hiding its inappropriate generosity.

Tailian hit the nail on the head, apologized for failing to live up to the neighbor's invitation, and wrote down that you are still willing to go to the appointment and enjoy the last spring. This poem was written by the poet to his neighbors to explain the reasons for his "repeated loss" and "spring promise" and to express his miserable and lonely life and mood.

The language is sharp and innovative, and the stone turns into gold. The whole poem is deep in emotion and novel in artistic conception.

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5. Beautiful sentences about the vicissitudes of old houses 1. After years of baptism, this old house has carved deep wrinkles on its face.

2. I saw a low and shabby old house standing dangerously beside a stranger. The kitchen smoke rose from behind the old house, like a dancing white silk, slowly climbed to the top of a tall tree and wrapped it silently. This room is separated by a lattice frame, and there is a little grandmother living in it, and there are some things that are convenient to take in and take out.

4. The old houses in the south of the Yangtze River are simple and quiet, long and cordial, old and soft. The beautiful white wall of the years depicts the cracks of the years, and it is more greasy after being wet by rain.

There is a big wooden door in front of the house, and I can't help knocking on the smooth copper ring on the door, trying to ring the sleeping Jiangnan. When I look at it carefully, it looks even more vicissitudes. The rusty iron fence seems to peel off at the touch.

The white walls are already yellow and black. Standing in this familiar corner always brings back memories of the past. 6. The old house recorded my childhood and my dreams.

I have lived in an old house since I was born. The old house is deep in my memory, full of childhood laughter.

7. Rows of old houses stand side by side on both sides of the alley. The quiet and ancient atmosphere makes people feel as if they were in ancient times hundreds of years ago, drinking a pot of fragrant tea, laughing and talking about chess, calligraphy and painting. My old house is very cold, and now only my grandparents live in it.

Because the old house is in the countryside, there are few people and many places, and the neighborhood at home is extremely empty. 9. An old house by the roadside is exquisite, with a red brick and cement roof and a white one with many exquisite patterns engraved on it.

10, the dormitory in the old campus is on the first floor, facing north, so it is damp and dark. Now I often dream or live there, and a room full of young people are either noisy or lazy and silent.

Left a photo of a freshman, a bright smile, and the simplicity of youth. 1 1. There is also a trash can in the small house on the other side of the old house. There are red bricks on the trash can and white bricks on the bottom. It's clean. Passers-by don't really know this is a trash can without looking carefully.

12, the old house gave me too much warmth and too much sadness. Now, even if we leave, it won't feel lonely.

Because we put tears in the soil and let it taste. We mixed the smiling face into the soil to make it aftertaste.

13, I still remember that big haystack word in the yard, wheat straw, square, so big. 14. Although it is daytime, the light in this old house is surprisingly dim. Under the irradiation of flashlight, the pattern on the corridor wall revealed its true colors.

15, the old house in the ancient street still looks like that, but the cracks have climbed up the carved doors and windows, which are no longer bright, and the bright hall has been woven with cobwebs. If the sun shines through the carved doors and windows on the ground in Tang Ming on a beautiful spring day, you can also see the serene face of the old man, stroll along the street and smell the fragrant sauce.

16. There are five big tile houses. There is a small kitchen in the west of the yard. To the east of the yard is the place where grandpa's best partner, the mule, lives. To the south of the yard is the neighbor's house and a low earth wall. 17. The old house reflects the mountains, feng shui will and regional aesthetic tendency of ancient Huizhou. Accompanied by Huizhou merchants in Ming and Qing Dynasties, it interpreted the legend of "no town and no emblem" and became a famous school in the architectural history of China.

18. In Hankou, near Yiyuan Road, Zhongshan Avenue, I thought I saw the Bund buildings in Shanghai a few years ago. Most of the old buildings were built in the Republic of China, with brick and wood structure, rich in European, American and Japanese architectural colors and extremely strong.

19, when I was an old house, the house often leaked rain. When it rains heavily, water drips downwards. There was a disaster at home at that time. Move the bed and take the washbasin. It's very busy. From a distance, the old house is swaying in the shade, showing a beautiful picture in the sun.

Autumn is over and there are many cabbages on the wall. Next to the cabbage are clumps of lush shrubs, and a group of wild cats are wandering under the bushes. 2 1, the title page of memory is so transparent, I am even more surprised that the old house is beautiful, with a deep beauty of ancient rhyme, a beauty as mellow as old wine caused by burning years. The old house contains a century of trauma and continues the unchanging spirit of a nation.

There is a small vegetable garden in front and west of the old house. Small towns have no noise and pollution, and are irrigated and nourished by river water. So this vegetable garden is unique and grows well. 23. We moved out of the renovated rental house and rented an old house with brick-concrete structure.

There is something wrong with the sewer pipe in the old house. We live on the second floor. The residents on the first floor are all connected to the sewer pipe outside their home, but not on the second floor. So every time the sewer is blocked, it starts from the second floor. 24. The old house here refers to the ancient houses in southern Anhui in Huizhou. It is a typical Huizhou architectural style, characterized by tile, powder wall and horse head wall, decorated with brick carving, wood carving and stone carving, and characterized by high buildings, deep wells and halls.

25. Entering Guxiang, the roadway paved with pieces of bluestone is less than two meters wide, with antique houses on both sides, because there is no end in sight at the corner, and misty rain haunts like a dream. Rows of old houses have long been eroded by wind and rain, and the bright colors have faded.

26. The old house is dirty and messy, which has been handed down from generation to generation. However, the room pattern is very small. The family had only one room, a place to eat and sleep. At that time, there was no electricity, only oil lamps, although it was dark day and night.

27. There are many old houses beside the stone road. There used to be a big market here, but after the market was demolished, few people walked around.

The stone road was covered with moss, and the water left by the rain dripped from the eaves, which was slippery and stained the shoes. So, I speed up again, trying to get rid of the shackles of this alley.

28. In Jinan, I saw an old brick wall on the bus, which was covered with carved bricks and withered vines. 29. Bypassing the rusty iron fence, there is a big backyard at the end, empty, and the cornices in the corner seem to rot in the next second, only some weeds and wild flowers are still open.

The vines are especially green. Climb the wall and stretch hard. The branches and vines are wrapped in cold air, covered with walls, and used their own.