Poems about adobe houses

1. Used to describe the ancestral houses of Yi people in Tu Zhang Fang's poems.

Traditional human settlement environment

have a long history

It has been 500 years.

Layer upon layer stacking fault

Interconnected water droplets

More spectacular.

Late Yi-Han residence

Blend into China characteristics

Local characteristic buildings

Residential buildings are gradually forming.

Can be called "living fossil"

Take the stone as the wall base

Earth wall beam

Lay boards on the beams.

Wooden strips or bamboo

Spread another layer of soil.

Yongshuichong

Form a bungalow roof

The roof is waterproof.

Above is the threshing floor.

The girder is at the top

Bring a straw mat

Cover the grass with mud

Put the soil in and pound it again.

Most of them are apartments

The second or third floor

It's a little long

Yi nationality's local accounting office

2. This poem about the house describes the "house" like this:

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. What are the poems describing the house? 1. Two Spring Scenes in Mountain Residence in Tang Dynasty: Beautiful weather in Cen Can, butterflies dancing into the house.

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.

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! 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.

4. Poems about Soil The stagnant water of Miaomang is not my soil, but the floating duckweed is my body. -Bai Juyi

Physical and mental safety is our soil, not limited to Chang 'an and Luoyang. -Bai Juyi

Tumen Mountain is narrow, and the trail is in autumn. -Du Fu

There is no land in the four seas, and life is only bitter. -Du Xunhe

A jade bowl does not grind the earth, but a white stone fills the sinkhole. -Han Yu

There is no dust in front of the county during the day, and the people are holding fish in front of the county. -Liu Yuxi

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. -Yue Fei

The dust is long and the road is late, and the wind and smoke waste the palace and autumn. -Bai Juyi

The army was defeated by Huayang and turned out to be dust. -Ruan Ji

Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust and the personnel are lonely. -Du Fu

5. Poetry about land: thin soil: soil; Stream: a small river.

Metaphor is a small matter. It also means that although things are subtle, they can play a huge role through accumulation.

"Biography of Historical Records and Lisi": "It is Mount Ether that can't tolerate dirt, so it can become big; Rivers and seas do not choose small streams, so they can be deep. " The pronunciation of "Dust Face" is Hu and tó u Mian, which explains the dust face.

It also describes an expression of regret or frustration. Source Songshi Puji's "Five Lights Meeting Yuan" Volume 20: "The face is dusty, dragging the water, singing nine times and ten times, referring to the deer as a horse, which is both lonely and ruined."

Example: The yellow snake sent Pearl Krabs to prison, took out insurance, and walked home with a lame wolf and a thirst for disease. (Back to episode 14 of "Getting married to wake up the world") Land resettlement in Antu (ān tǔ zhòng qiān): local land; Heavy: it's not easy to look at.

Be content with one's homeland and don't want to move easily. Semi-buried (t incarnation) profile: profile.

Half of the body is buried in the soil. Metaphor means that people don't live long.

B and ng láijiang d m ng, Shu ǐ lá iT ǔ y m n) mean that no matter what means the other party uses, there are always corresponding countermeasures. You can't adapt to the climate and eating habits of the place where you moved.

Fight for every inch of land (cù cùn tǔ bì zhēng) Even if it is an inch of land, we must compete with the enemy. Describe fighting the enemy without giving in.

Not an inch of land, not an inch of land. Inch after inch (ǔ ch ǐ dì) inches and feet: there are few metaphors.

Describe very little land. Cu！ ψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψψ

Refers to the superstitious people in the old days who collected soil in the wild instead of incense burners and burned incense to worship the gods. Dà x ě ng mù xing: established; Civil engineering: refers to building engineering.

Building houses on a large scale. Fá n má o liè t incarnation originally refers to the ceremony held by the ancient emperor when he conferred the title of prince.

Later known as the packet princes. Manure is not as good as (fèn túbúrú), not as good as dung.

Describing things is extremely worthless. Fēng tú rén qíng (local customs) refers to the unique natural environment, customs, etiquette and habits of a place.

A native (tǔ zhǎng ǔ ng). Also refers to living for generations.

Hometown (gù tǔ nán lí) Hometown: birthplace, or the place where I once lived, here refers to my hometown and motherland. It is difficult to leave the land in my hometown.

Describe the infinite attachment to your hometown or motherland. Ancient Wu t ǔ zhò ng mí n has a vast territory and a large population.

Wye tǔzh Qing qíng: Nostalgia; Earth: homeland, hometown. I miss my hometown.

Huáng tiān hòu tǔ Di Tian: called Heaven in ancient times; Houtu: called land in ancient times. Refers to heaven and earth.

I used to believe that heaven and earth could uphold justice and dominate everything. The dusty faces (Hu and Mian) are covered with dust.

It also describes an expression of regret or frustration. Spending money like water (hujī nrú t incarnation): Sa.

Spend money like water. Describe extreme extravagance and waste.

Accumulated soil is a mountain, and accumulated water is a sea (j: shu ǐ wé i sh ā n, j: shu ǐ wé i h m: i). Metaphor makes a mickle.

To make a comeback means to regain power after failure. Lě i t ǔ zh ā n is a metaphor from small to large, many a mickle makes a mickle.

I see the land, yellow, black and red. My body came before my voice. I saw him, stepping on him, and the air heated by him lined up next to me, so I couldn't see. I can't hear you.

My body stepped into the void. I float after I weigh, I float after I fall, and I am originally on the ground.

I imagine I won't fall behind. Imagine the beautiful scenery around you.

But I saw land. Seeing him as much as possible is beyond imagination.

Land is a labor writer, a living person and a human being. I saw the land, and countless lives lived and died on his chest, either adjacent or far away.

I said the voice of the earth walked towards him and smiled obsequiously. The sound hit the land and was reflected, and gradually swam into the silent lake in all directions. I pointed to the land and tried to make him see me. My face began to look like a slave.

Without pause, the long-lost body turned into pieces. Fly or bury.

I am floating in the air, without sadness or despair. That belongs to young people.

Two independent millstones, looking down at each other. I began to cry in their blended eyes.

Tears are parallel to me, bigger and bigger, like a mirror. I see myself in the mirror-wearing a beautiful and unique aura.

Vast territory, broad horizons. The mud is thick and deep.

Soil can produce everything, and soil can produce gold. Life and death are sent by Toth, and seven feet are reported to the mother.

I love this land (Ai Qing). If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat. This land hit by the storm, this river of grief and indignation that is always surging, this endless wind blowing, and the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest.

Then I died and even my feathers rotted in the ground. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply.

6. The poem about "earth" is a mountain of earth.

Tang Bai Juyi

This pile of soil gradually emerged from the mountains and finally moved south to the family house.

Jade peak and clear water should be melancholy, afraid of seeing new mountains and looking at old ones.

Tuntian ci

Don Dai Shulun

In spring, all the sandy land is ploughed, and the old and young people grow grain and wheat. The wheat seedlings grow bigger and bigger, and the weather is bitter and sunny.

Dry soil really can't be hoed. When the grasshopper gets new grain, the young crops will eat all the dead branches.

When you come back from catching locusts, you will have an empty house.

Dovetail mud

Don

Double swallow came into the room, and the old man in the house liked Yan's return, and Peifei surrounded my bed.

Last year, in order to chase the yellowbird, it rained heavily and the soil leaked. Ermo was tired of the low height of the old man's hut.

The beam head is used as the nest where the beam lives. I don't see the owner Huang Wei singing.

Snake-dish tile ditch rat goes through the wall. A big house is a big house, but a proud young woman is a young woman.

By the well, it says that cement is self-sufficient, and you can carry mud home with you.

Minnong

Don Li Shen

At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil.

Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard?

Nanxi Geng Chun

Don Qian Qi

The Dutch gun is fun in the south, and it is beautiful to wear it. There is plenty of rain in the stream, and the mud is disgusting.

The ditch is full of flowers, and the clouds are back. Those who are tired of farming will be rewarded if they still win.

If the farmer has leisure, he regrets not taking the scriptures.

rose

Tang peishuo

The strip in spring is bright red and dark green.

It should only be rooted in the soil for thousands of years and once buried Xichuan Jin people.

Hanshihang

Tangwangjian

Cold food families leave the ancient city, and the old people look after the house for their children. There is no old road on the hills and ridges every year.

Cars and people were scattered on the rotten grass. The shepherd drove the cow off the mound for fear that his family would sweep it.

Far away, people have no graves to sacrifice, and they also lead their wives back to their hometowns to visit relatives. Don't burn paper money for three days,

Paper money will kill you. But there is no new soil on the ridge, and the bones should be ownerless.

Compassionate cultivator

Tangweizhuang

What generation of kings does not fight, everything goes from chaos to security.

Nowadays, there are so many bones and soil, it is still necessary to point out that the township soldiers should be garrison soldiers.

Spring residence is the best.

Tang xueneng

The clouds are now in the morning, and the west park is alone. The rain came, the fire went out, and the spring was chilly.

Elm pods are healthy and orchids are fertile. Making friends is not a change. It is rare to deliver books by yourself.

Zhuangju industry store

Don

A guest walking in the wild is more closed than a house. Ask the people in the room and be a businessman.

Officials do not tax businessmen, but tax farmers to make them work hard. This road encroached on an acre of land.

Picking jade to climb mountains and exploring pearls into water houses. Border guards demand food and clothing, just like dirt.

In ancient times, one person plowed the fields and three people were hungry. Today, there are thousands of families without hoes.

My barn is always empty and my field is full of thistles. If it doesn't rain, why does it live?

7. What are the poems related to "house"?

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.