What are the beautiful poems describing the courtyard?

1, "The nearest flower, how deep is the courtyard"

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

The courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers. Luxurious chariots and horses are parked in the place where noble sons play, and climbing tall buildings can't see the way to Zhangtai. ?

In the stormy late spring of March, no matter how you hide the evening scenery, you can't keep spring. I tearfully asked Luohua if she knew my thoughts. Falling flowers are silent and chaotic, flying out of the swing bit by bit.

2. "The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is deep in spring"

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

The idle windows in the yard are deep in spring, and the heavy curtains are not heavy. Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.

The clouds around the distant peaks look like dusk is coming, and the breeze in the dusk stirs the drizzle and plays with the hazy light clouds. The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.

The spring scenery in the yard outside the window will pass away. Layers of heavy curtains are not rolled up, and there are many shadows in the dark boudoir. I leaned against the embroidered building and fiddled with the lyre quietly.

There are clouds on the mountain peaks in the distance, as if dusk is coming. The evening breeze is blowing drizzle and fiddling with the yellow light clouds. The pear blossoms in the yard are about to wither, and I'm afraid even the oblique wind and drizzle are unbearable.

3. "Broken Liu Xiasheng Pavilion"

Song: Yan

Liu Xia Sheng Ge Yuan, floret Dang. Remember what happened in the Spring Mansion that day and write it to jathyapple in the red window. Who should send Lian Xiao?

Crimson wax is idle with tears, and Wu silkworm is lingering. How much hatred can a green temple provide? It is better to be heartless than to break a string. This year is older than last year.

Someone plays the piano in the willows under the courtyard, and sisters play among the flowers. I still remember those things when I was in a brothel. I wrote a letter in front of the red window in the moonlight. Who can send it to Xiaolian for me?

Candles accompany people to cry, and spring silkworms spin silk, telling endless sadness and lingering. How many times can black hair hold? Where will you go? Maybe not as heartless as a broken string. This year is still bigger than last year.

4. "Picking mulberry seeds, Xiejiayuan wounded soldiers"

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Xie Gu compound is more disabled, and Yan Su carved beams. The silver wall of the moon does not distinguish flowers.

This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago.

After nightfall, they snuggled up in the yard. Swallows have perched on the beams, and the walls have been dyed silvery white by moonlight. The fragrance of flowers passed down, but the night was dim and it was difficult to tell which cluster of flowers came from. A pair of lovers are completely immersed in the dim moonlight and warm flowers.

However, this case has become a memory. Once lovers, now they are separated, like a pair of lost mandarin ducks. Remembering old love in the slight cold after the rain is like having a dream eleven years ago. The sweet happiness in the dream suddenly turned into helplessness and sadness.

5. "Flowers bloom recently, and the courtyard is deeply quiet."

Modern: Tan Xian

Courtyard deeply people quietly accused Ying Ge of falsely reporting Lang Wei. Liang Jinfeng, who is pressing her sideburns, is small, and her head is just idle worry.

Jiangnan teenagers, high-rise black tea. Try to go back to China, okay? Stop pedestrians from going westbound, and the light body is willing to turn into a banana.

The deep courtyard is silent, and the room is silent. Lovers travel far, people come and go, beautiful hairpins are inserted in dark clouds, and a beautiful woman lives alone. The woman suddenly heard her parrot croaking. There was a sea of people in the yard, and the parrot suddenly spoke, which surprised people. She opened the door in a hurry, mistakenly thinking that the parrot told her that she was her lover, and she was disappointed.

She complained about the parrot in her heart, thinking that it had wrongly reported it to Lang, kept her waiting for makeup, and caused her endless trouble for no reason. The woman thought for a moment, calling her lover to return as soon as possible in her imagination.

Her "Lang Wei" is young and has been to other places, which is annoying enough, let alone to the picturesque south of the Yangtze River. There are many brothels in Song Lou, full of beautiful women. She is worried that if her lover lives in another country for a long time, she will have sex with others.

Although there are temptations everywhere, she is confident that the elderly in her hometown are better. So, she enthusiastically advised the other party and hoped that the other party would go home as soon as possible. Knowing that persuasion is useless, my lover is bound to travel far. In order to stop him, a woman is willing to give her life to the grass, as long as she can keep him and stop her lover's footsteps, even if she is crushed.