A poem describing the height of a building

Poetry about architecture 1. Ancient poems about architecture

More than 480 ancient temples were left in the Southern Dynasties, and countless pagodas were shrouded in wind and rain. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an

The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. Fan Zhongyan's Su curtain

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian

There are tall buildings in the northwest, flush with the clouds. Nineteen ancient poems

Five steps to the first floor and ten steps to a pavilion. Du Mu's Epang Palace Fu

By going up one flight of stairs, look, thousands of miles away, Wang Zhihuan is in the heron building.

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Song Lin Sheng on Lin 'an House

Climb the Yueyang Tower and overlook the Yangtze River until you reach the open Dongting Lake. Li Bai's "12 Summer Dengyang Building"

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower. Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower"

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian

The moon comes first near the water tower, and flowers and trees are easy to spring in the sun. Song Yuwenbao's Record of Clear Night

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Li Bai's Guan Shanyue

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. Li Bai's Farewell Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.

Listen to the wind and rain and overlook the rivers and lakes. The wind and cloud of Ma Rongcheng

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Yan Shu's Recent Love

The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky. Li Bai sleeps in the mountain temple.

Song Guan balcony sound fine, swinging yard night heavy. Su Shi's Spring Night

Crossing the wind and rain into the building is spectacular. Su Shi's Night View of Wanghai Building

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. On June 27, Su Shi's Drunk Book of Wanghu Building

The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor. Wen's "Medicinal Color"

The tower stands tall, standing on an autumn tree; The sky is clear and transparent, like a mirror with Xi's dust on it. Du Mu's Dragon Wang Anqiu

Wine night farewell Huaiyin city, the moon shines on tall buildings. Wen, "Give to Teenagers"

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

Dance low and sing peach blossom fan. Yan's Partridge Sky

In front of the building is a dark road, a wisp of willows and an inch of tenderness. The wind in Wu Wenying blows into the pine trees.

The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Jie Jiang's "A plum with a boat crossing the Wujiang River"

I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion. Zhang Xian's "Jiangnan Willow"

The flute is in the Moon Building. Li Yu's Looking at Jiangnan

Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Wang Qi's Looking at Jiangnan/Recalling Jiangnan

Spring is mostly at the end of willow branches, and long strips are picked and inserted in restaurants. Yang Wanli's Stay in the New Town

After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Wen, "Memories of Jiangnan"

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2. Complete works of ancient poems describing houses

Du Mu, a Gong Fangfu

Wang Bo's Preface to Wang Teng Pavilion

"Yueyang Tower" Fan Zhongyan

Liu Yuxi, Humble Room Inscription

"Yellow Crane Hug" Cui Hao

"Guan Wa Kung Fu" Fan Chengda

Sima Xiangru in Changmen Fu

One of the Palace Music Words (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.

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 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!

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.

Jade capacity who can care? 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.

3. Poems describing tall buildings

Poems about tall buildings in northwest China.

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.

Jade capacity who can care? 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.

There are tall buildings in the northwest.

Who worries alone?

Ask what you remember.

Xiaojun leyou

Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.

4. What are the ancient poems describing houses?

1, Liu Tang Yuxi 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 marks on the upper steps are green, and the 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 the matter?

2. Tang Du Fu's "The Cottage Was Blown by Autumn Wind"

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 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! [2]

3, Tang Guanxiu' Shu Shan Spring Festival Evening House Wall'

One room in Chai Men is quiet and fragrant with fragrant rice, and after the spring rain, there is a clear sky in Wan Li.

The flowers in the yard are misty and clear, and the children are crying for Oriole in the tree.

4. Tang. Li Changfu' Title of Friends'.

The poet's house under the pine tree is far from home. Several families divide paths, and water breaks weeds.

Even the bamboo festival is right. Birds call themselves by their names. People who really love you silently will hesitate to leave.

5, Tang Meng Haoran' Banquet Mei Taoist Shan Jutu'.

I'm lying in bed in the Woods, sad that spring is coming to an end. You can see something from the curtains.

A shining bluebird called me to the residence of the Korean pine elf.

The golden stove burns first, and the peach tree magically shoots! .

Also because he held his youth in his face, the rosy flowing wine! .

5. What are the poems describing the house?

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.

-Interpretation of Du Fu's "The Cottage is Blown by the Autumn Wind": In August, autumn is deep and the wind is whistling. The wind blew away several layers of thatch on my roof. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.

-Xin Qiji's interpretation of "One Man in Qingping, Wangshi Temple, Boshan": It rained cats and dogs and knocked on the roof in a hurry; Enough paper was torn by the wind, whistling, as if talking to himself. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once loved Gillian very much and built a golden palace for her to live in.

-Interpretation of Li Bai's "My concubine is unlucky": Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once loved Gillian very much and built a golden palace for her to live in. 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.

-Mei "Pottery" Tile-burning workers dug day after day, and the soil in front of the door was dug, but there was no tile on their house. Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees.

-Interpretation of Tao Yuanming's Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas: In Xia Meng, my home is surrounded by lush vegetation and trees. Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village.

-Interpretation of Wang Wei's "Pastoral Work in Spring": There is a spring pigeon chirping in the house, and a large piece of white apricot blossoms is blooming at the edge of the village. The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

-Interpretation of Yang Wanli's "Cold Food on the Tomb": The maple leaves in the distant mountains are dim and pale, and the huts by the wheat fields seem very lonely. Jin Su's guzheng makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty of guzheng sits in front of the jade house.

-Interpretation of Li Duan's "Listening to the Zheng": The guzheng in Suzhou, Jin makes a beautiful sound, and the beauty who plays the zither sits in front of the jade house. Stop shuttling and think of people far away, and stay alone in a lonely room with tears.

-Interpretation of Li Bai's Crying at Night: It's so lonely. I can't help but stop thinking about my distant relatives and the shuttle she knitted. The taste of living alone in an empty room was unbearable, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Have you ever been a county magistrate? On the wall of the old monk's house. -Interpretation of Su Zhe's "Huai Mianchi sends a son to show his hero": Have you ever made a master book of Mianchi? I also stayed in the monk's room with my father and brother, writing poems on the wall.

Jade pot to buy spring rain to enjoy. -Interpretation of Situ Kong's "Twenty-four Poems and Elegance": a spring outing in the jade pot, listening to the rain in the hut.

The house was crowded yesterday, and it's so cold outside today. -Interpretation of Bai Juyi's "Four Stories of Five": Yesterday there were people inside and outside the house, but today it is so cold outside the door.

The bottom of the cold window of an ancient house. Listen to some songs, the well is flying.

-Zhou Bangyan's "Night Tour Palace, Sunshine under Leaves" Interpretation: In an old hut, I was lying under the cold window and heard the sound of several phoenix trees falling to the ground by the well. There are no monks and swallow writers in the old house.

-Interpretation of Chen Shidao's "Spring Show Neighborhood": The broken wall was wet 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.

The sky belongs to Beidou and hangs on the west building, and there is no firefly in the golden house. -Interpretation of Li Bai's "Two Complaints about Nagato": The Big Dipper hangs high in the West Building, and only fireflies fly in the lonely golden house.

6. Ancient poems describing houses

The autumn wind broke the hut.

In August, the autumn wind howled

They rolled up three layers of straw from my thatched cottage.

Mao Fei crossed the river in the suburb of Sajiang.

The tallest one has a long forest tip.

Xiazhe Piaozhuan Shentang 'ao

The urchin in Nanfang Village knows that I am old and weak.

Endure facing a thief.

Open embrace Mao Jin bamboo forest

Dry lips, mouth can't breathe.

Come back and sigh.

When the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink

In autumn, the desert darkens.

This cloth has been as cold as iron for years.

The proud children lay down and split on their feet.

The bedside table leaks and there is no dry place.

The feet of the rain are like hemp.

Self-menstrual disorder, less sleep

What's the point of getting wet at night?

Can I get a building covering 10 thousand miles,

I want all scholars to live in poor people's homes and make them smile.

In the storm, these buildings will be as high as mountains.

Oh! When did you suddenly see this house?

I have enough rest time just because I was frozen to death by the house.

Liu 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 marks on the upper steps are green, and the 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 the matter?

7. 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!

8. Poems describing famous buildings

Cui Hao Yellow Crane Tower A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven. Now there is nothing left but the Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years. Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves. "Yellow Crane Tower sends a jade bowl to Haoran Guangling" Li Bai's old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west and set off fireworks in March.

Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Listen to the Yellow Crane Tower flute with Shi Langzhongqin to move guests to Changsha and look at Chang 'an in the west.

There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May. "Looking at the Yellow Crane Tower" Li Baidong looked at the Yellow Crane Mountain, and the hero was in the air.

There are white clouds on all sides, and the middle peak leans against the red sun. The rocks cross the vault and the peaks are dense.

I have heard of many immortals and learned flying skills here. Facing the sea, the stone room is empty for thousands of years.

The golden stove produces smoke, and the jade pool is secluded. Leave the ancient wood, the court is cold and old.

I advocate rock climbing because I want to protect my leisure. □ The place is: change hands and feet to see the wonders of mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers are unparalleled.

Send your heart to the pine tree and don't forget the guest's feelings. "The meaning of drunkenness is not in wine. Answer Ding Eighteen and hit the Yellow Crane Tower with poetry." Li Bai's Yellow Crane Tower was smashed and Huang Hexian had nowhere to lean on.

The Yellow Crane appealed to the Jade Emperor in Heaven, but was released to the south of the Yangtze River. The satrap of the gods will be re-carved, and new pictures will return to Fang Fei.

A state laughed at me as a fanatic, and teenagers often laughed at me. Whose house is under the Junping curtain? The cloud is Liaodong Ding.

I was stunned by the poem, and white clouds flew around the pen window. Wake up from Ming wine and look for spring with you.

"Jiang Xia Farewell" Li Bai sent Cui Qiu Yun to the Yellow Crane Tower in the snow. Huang Hezhen Yu Yu flew to the Western Empire.

Phoenix has no afterlife, so why bother to travel far? □ Location: Wang Gan wandered around looking at the shadows and shed tears on the Han River.

"Bodhisattva Man Yellow Crane Tower" Nine schools in Mao Zedong flow to China, and a thick line runs through the north and south. Misty and rainy, turtles and snakes lock the river.

Where does the Yellow River flow? There is room for tourists. Soak the wine and the tide will rise.

"Yellow Crane Tower" Jia Dao has a high threshold and dangerous eaves, and it is lonely and wild. Castle peak is still long, when will the yellow crane leave? When the shore is half out of Xizhou City, the Nanpu tree will be small.

I knew there was no reason for the hacker to see it, so I was full of affection! Song Wenzhi, regardless of the sky, sailed like a fairy. When the Qingjiang River is warm, the yellow crane clears the smoke.

When Yue Fei wanted to travel sharply, he whipped the river. However, I came back to continue my trip to Hanyang and crossed the Yellow Crane.

How late does Lu You return to Heilongque? He was drunk in the Yellow Crane Tower. The communication of Hanjiang River is endless, and the ruins of Jin and Tang Dynasties are separated.

In Fan Chengda, whoever plays the flute in the Mid-Autumn Festival will know the old tour when the yellow crane returns. Hanshu has feelings for Beidou, and Shujiang has no words to hold the South Tower.

Bai Juyi's thoughts are hazy, the clouds are light and the wind is cold, the business sounds are crisp, and the orchestral strings are autumn. The white flowers of Toutuo Temple splash, and the red leaves cage Parrot Island.

Liu Yuxi dreams of suspicion and travels thousands of miles. Look at the Yellow Crane Tower. It's almost as cold as Sha Xue.

Wang Weicheng Xiacanglang Water, Yellow Crane Tower by the river. Zhu Lan will be pink, and the river will reflect.

The above is a poem describing the Yellow Crane Tower and climbing Yueyang Tower. Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty, I have always heard about Dongting Lake, and now I have finally climbed to this tower. The vast lake tore Wu Chu apart, as if the sun, moon and stars were floating in the water.

There is no news from my friends or relatives. I am old and sick, drifting in a boat. The battle of the north gate began again, and I cried through the railing.

"Climbing Yueyang Tower with Twelve Summers" Tang Libai's building is full of Yueyang, and the Sichuan hole is open. It breaks my heart to see geese flying south, and the distant mountains are in the title of a good month.

On the upper floor of the sky, stay in the chair and upload a glass of wine from the sky. The cool breeze rising after drunkenness, blowing the sleeves with the wind, we will return.

"Night Talk at Yueyang Tower" is a journey of thousands of miles, and the fishing boat is like a ping. The north wind is oblique upstairs, and the west of the lake is upside down.

Huai Sha hates poets, while Di Zi idles about. What is the dusk? Several smoke trees meet Man Jing.

"The Story of Yueyang Tower" Liu Changqing's trip has ended in Qingxi, and the clouds are shrouded in mountains and shadows. In front of the building, tourists complain about Qiu Meng, and the beautiful scenery on the lake is suspicious of nocturnal songs.

Sitting alone, the wind is high and the wind is urgent, and Pinghu is foggy. In the end, the ship has to carry firewood and the sail has to worry about Bai Bo.

"Climbing Yueyang Tower" The curtain of Dongjiang River in Chen Dongting in the Southern Song Dynasty is still there, and the sunset is already late. Deng Wu and Shu divided the land horizontally and migrated the lakes and mountains to dusk.

Wan Li road is still long, but it is more difficult than three years. In the ancient wind and frost, the old wood is infinitely sad.

Dongting looks at the Chu River in the west and there is no cloud in the south. In the sunset, Changsha is far in autumn, and I don't know where to hang the Xiang army.

-Li Bai's "Traveling to Dongting Lake with Assistant Minister Ye and Zhongshu" is vast, blue and dark. -Tao Yong's "Tijunshan" has Wu in the east and Chu in the south, and you can see the endless drifting of heaven and earth.

-Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower" Dongting Kyushu, who is big? Nanhui group cliff water, how unrestrained the north note. -Han Yu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower", the clouds and dreams are foggy, and Yueyang City is besieged.

-Meng Haoran's "Dongting Lake to Prime Minister Zhang" Baling is the victory of Dongting Lake. Take a distant mountain, swallow the Yangtze River, make soup, and the list goes on.

Spring is quiet and bright, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. -Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower".

Meng Haoran-a letter from Dongting Lake to Premier Zhang. On the eighth day of the first month, the water in Dongting Lake is integrated with the sky. Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.

I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age. Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.

The lake and the moon set each other off, and there is no wind mirror on the pool surface. Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.

——————————— Liu Yuxi's "Looking at Dongting" Dongting grass, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, is Leng Yan. Jade Sword Qiongtian covers 30,000 hectares and gives me a boat.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the shadow of the Ming River is clear both inside and outside. It's hard to tell you the beauty of happiness with your heart.

Experience the emptiness of everything, but I don't know how to go out and encourage you. Short hair, small sleeves, cold, steady and wide.

Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I don't know what night it is! -Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Nian Nujiao Crossing Dongting" is a description of Yueyang Tower, so I won't write it.