Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
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 people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
2. What are the poems describing the house? 1, the strong wind in August, whistling, rolled 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 hut was blown by the autumn wind" Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Commentary: In the late autumn of August, the wind roared, and the wind 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.
2, the screen window is getting sunset, and no one in the golden house sees tears. -"Spring Complaint" Liu (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: the sunshine outside the screen window fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears.
3. Harmonious curved houses and deep alley orchestral music. -"Youth Travel" Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: The bead curtain is closed in the secret room, and music is played in the long lane.
4. In the north of the main hall, the pavilion is the boundary, while in the south, ponds are dug, drainage and trees are planted as a resting place. -"Xi Yu Ting Ji" Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Commentary: A pavilion was built in the north of the main hall, and a pond was dug in the south to draw running water and plant trees as a resting place.
5, the building of Gaomen is a bit awkward, and the floating double is too clear. -"Tongquetai Fu" Cao Zhi (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
Interpretation: This is really a magnificent and tall building, with high platforms on both sides as if floating in space.
3. What are the ancient poems describing houses? 1. Tang Du Fu's "Caotang 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!
Translation:
In August, it is already late autumn, and the wind is howling. The wind blew 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!
Second, the Southern Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Qingping Music, Living Alone in Boshan Wangshi Temple"
Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats danced around the dark oil lamp. 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.
Translation:
Hungry mice jumped around the bed and bats jumped up and down around the lamp. The loose wind on the house came with heavy rain, and the enough paper was torn by the wind, making a shout, as if talking to himself.
I have been tossing and turning all my life, and now I am white-haired and old-faced. When I woke up from my dream on a stormy autumn night wearing a thin cloth, I still vaguely saw Wan Li in my dream.
Third, Li Bai's "My concubine is unlucky" in the Tang Dynasty
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once loved Gillian very much and built a golden palace for her to live in.
The emperor indulged her so much that even if her saliva fell, it would be as precious as pearls.
Translation:
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once loved Gillian very much and built a golden house for her to live in.
She is in a high position, even if she spits a mouthful of sleep foam, it will turn to pieces with the wind.
Fourth, Mei's Pottery of the Northern Song Dynasty.
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.
A rich man lives in a tile-roofed building without touching mud.
Translation:
The tile-burning workers dug day after day, and all the soil in front of the door was dug up, but there was not a tile on their house.
Those rich people live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles without even touching their fingers.
Five, Tang Tao's "Reading Shan Hai Jing"
Xia Meng is lush in this season, and my home is surrounded by green trees.
Birds seem to be satisfied with their food. I love my thatched cottage.
Translation:
In Xia Meng, there are lush vegetation and green trees around my home.
The bird seems very happy. I like my cabin.
4. Du Mu's "Ancient Poems and Songs, Epang Palace Fu"
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.
5. What are the ancient poems describing "houses"?
1. The hut was broken by the autumn wind (Tang 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!
2. He Xinlang (stone)
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste of time to teach people to dream of breaking Yaotai music. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. When all the flowers are floating, I will be alone with you. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
3. Die, lean on dangerous buildings (Song)
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
4. How deep are the flowers and the courtyard (Song 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.
5. Queqiaoxian smells Du Fu every night (Song Luyou)
The eaves are quiet, the window lights are dim, and the Spring Festival Evening is stormy. The warbler's nest is always silent, but on a moonlit night, she often cries out Du Yu. I shed tears in a hurry, dreaming, and picked up the deep branches to fly away. So, the mountain is uncomfortable, half-life, floating!
6. eat areca (History of Su Song)
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. But in the agricultural classics, I accept this trapped journey. 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.
7. Building a house song (Tian Xiang, Wen Song)
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. Yao Shun can't come, and it's hard for Han and Tang Dynasties. If you are sick and worry about your parents, you will be trapped alone. I would rather kill a field than live for a brick. It took seven feet to get ten ping. The Yellow River has been clear for thousands of years, and life is like dew. Give birth to a man without raising him. Give birth to a daughter as a breast.
Extended data
1. There was a breeze blowing in the room, and it rained heavily, talking to myself between the broken paper windows. -Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Living Alone in Boshan Wangshi Temple"
There are long vegetation and trees around Xia Meng's house. -Tao Yuanming's Reading Shan Hai Jing
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. -Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
4. Outside the bleak mountains, beside the lonely wheat in the broken house. -Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb
5. Stop shuttling and think of people far away, and stay in the lonely room with tears. -Li Bai's Crying at Night
6. Jade pot to buy spring rain to enjoy. -Situ Kong's "Twenty-four Poems and Elegance"
7. There are no monks and swallow writers in the old house. -Chen Shidao's "Spring Show Neighborhood"
8. The cold window bottom of the old house. Listen to some songs, the well is flying. -Zhou Bangyan's "Night Tour Palace, Sunshine under Leaves"
6. What are the ancient poems describing houses? 1, My Humble Room by Tang Yuxi
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 Mountain Residence'
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! .
7. 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!
8. An ancient poem describing a house. 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?
9. A poem describing the house "Poetry on the Northwest Tall Building"
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.