Joke Collection Website - Mood Talk - Poems or famous sayings about houses

Poems or famous sayings about houses

1. Poems about houses

Poetry about the house 1. Poems about houses

1. Once you leave here, the four seas will become 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 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!

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.

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.

2. Ancient poems about houses

★ "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")

○ Fight back to their respective bows and arrows, and return to their hometown due 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)

3. 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

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!

4. What are the poems describing the house?

65438+

There are several wickers and low hangers, and a mountain flower pen bed. There are crows flying in Liangyuan at dusk, and there are three or two families in the order.

I don't know how many people will go, but old flowers are coming. Spring breeze is soft, sunshine is warm, and spring ripples 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 sun has set in Liangyuan, and only crows are flying around, looking at the depressions everywhere, and there are three or two houses scattered.

Trees in the garden, how can you know that people have lost their prosperity, and the annual spring breeze has blown, and flowers are still in full bloom. 2. He Xin Lang Menghan Golden House Song: Golden House in Jie Jiang, Meng Han.

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! The golden house in the dream is already desolate. It's a pity that the strings on the kite are flying like flies, and the white strings on the kite 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's really hard to think of 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! 3. In the Spring Festival Evening, there are two Tang poems hanging on the wall of Shushan's home: Chai Men, Guan Xiu, silent fragrance, fireworks in Shanjia, and the sun is shining in the spring rain. The flowers in the yard are misty and clear, and the children are crying for Oriole in the tree.

Shui Xiang Tang Heipu Sensen, Yuanyang? Just like poultry. The fields in front of the village are lush with mulberries, and the boundaries between the east and the west are clear and non-aggression.

Women wash cocoons in front of the clear river, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and bathes and changes clothes in the water. Shan Weng hospitably asked me to stay, and smiled and said to Xipo that the melon beans should be ripe.

Chai Men was silent. The rice in the room was delicious, and it cleared up after the spring rain. The flowers in the courtyard are fragrant and the water in the mountains is clear. The children cried and clamored for the oriole in the tree.

Black water fragrance in the pond, dense cattail grass, mandarin duck? Swallows play in the water like poultry. There are many mulberry trees in the fields in front of and behind the village, and the boundaries between the east and the west are clear and non-aggression.

The sericulture girl washes cocoons in the Qingxi ahead, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and dresses and bathes in the water. Shan Weng hospitably retained me, smiling and pointing to the ripe melon and bean on the west slope.

4. 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. 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.

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! In August, the deep wind roared, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew over Huanhuaxi and scattered across the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch flaps its wings and sinks into ponds and depressions.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a "thief" to rob things face to face and ran into the bamboo forest with a thatch in my arms. I kept 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 autumn sky became dark and misty. The cloth quilt has been covered for many years, 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 the rain keeps leaking down like drooping hemp thread. I haven't slept much since the Anshi Rebellion. The house is wet and dry. How can we get through the night? How to get thousands of spacious houses, generally shelter the world's poor, make them smile, encounter wind and rain, the house is also as stable as Mount Tai.

Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut was blown down by the autumn wind and froze to death, I would be willing! 5, Qingping Ledushan Boshan Wang Shi Temple Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji hungry rats around the bed, bats turn on the lights and dance. 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.

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. What are the poems related to "house"?

The poems related to "house" are as follows

1. Building a house song

Year: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang

Living in a remote place, one room autonomy.

After two years of heavy rain, the ground pollution has become a beach.

People worry about me. It's made of earth.

Can be built two feet, like water.

When the rotten soil came, I hated it.

You can't hide your nose. You can't go near it.

In an instant, the black grave spread, and thousands of voices were mixed.

But when you see it is flat, there is no doubt about dung.

Know what's going on in the world, not the base.

If you can hide your eyes, it stinks and boasts.

What the world doesn't distinguish is that sheep are quality, tiger skin.

The big one is just small.

Stay in the depths of my mystery and watch the passage of Tao silently.

The cicada left and suddenly went against the troubled times.

2. "sadness"

Year: Tang author:

In August, the white dew is thick and the hibiscus is fragrant. Red withered gold powder falls, cold pond water falls.

Under the leaves of the west wind, the stacks are staggered. See Acura people, hanging brothel in the air.

3. eat areca

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

The moon is bright and there are no branches, and the night building lays the foundation.

There is a fan in the clouds, and it is summer in September.

There is a diaojiao building above, surrounded by crimson thorns.

The wind deceives the purple phoenix eggs, and the rain darkens the dragon milk.

As soon as the cracked bag landed, it boiled itself with the skin.

When the northern guests are unfamiliar at first, it is difficult to convince the dietary customs.

When you are weak, you are afraid of being discouraged and start chewing or half vomiting.

The absorption of body fluid is slightly sweet, and the molars are bitter.

The face is too cold and the taste is absolutely charming.

It's a good idea to punish Peng Xun and push the hub.

If the wind is stubborn, make it up from time to time.

The medicine can be preserved firmly and the fruit can be used.

When Mr. Wang lost his job, he lost his job.

If you take a pill every day, your stomach will be insulted.

Stab navel kidney, quinoa rotten pavilion at noon.

Read the book lamp to see the cream, and miss the calculation.

Old eyes are afraid of less sleep and fatigue.

Eager for merlin to swallow, eager for yellow to act alone.

In the agricultural classics, take this trip.

Bull tongue doesn't pay people, and popular people are willing to pay more.

I know I am biased, but I can reward bad words.

4. "Wang Jiong Gao Zi Zhang Wan V"

Year: Song Author: He Zhu

I used to be an official's family, and I was loyal to Mu Xian since I was a child.

There are no horses in the forest, but lying cows in the mountains.

After the Contemporary Fair, Wei Jun was all Five Blessingg.

Tong coffin is far away, chasing the old.

5. "Five Poems for Mourning Your Majesty"

Year: Song Author: Qin Guan

I used to be an official's family, and I was loyal to Mu Xian since I was a child.

There are no horses in the forest, but lying cows in the mountains.

After the fair, Five Blessingg was the only one.

Tong coffin is far away, chasing the old.

6. Write a poem about the house yourself.