The beautiful verses describing the courtyard in ancient poetry are as follows:
1. Liuyin Courtyard. The curtain is about the swallow in front of the wind. The lotus flowers are half red in the rain. The green fan disappears. The wild color of the bamboo light makes it cold. Jade fiber snow lotus root ice tray. I always remember that the wine soothes people's silence, and the faint fragrance blows on the moon railings.
2. The east wind dawns in the Canchun Courtyard. It's drizzling and the weather is cold. Huajian saw the swing. There is no way to go out to fight grass. After saying goodbye, Biyun Xinyao disappeared. For good times, there is more sorrow and less joy. Wait for him to hear the sound transmission from Yanzi. The red apricots haven’t bloomed yet.
3. It’s cool in the courtyard in late autumn. Near the Double Ninth Festival. There is a golden chrysanthemum branch beside the fence, with yellowish dew. Perch rhyme. Orange prunes. The wine smells new. I am a leisure guest in Shengping, so why not get drunk?
4. The east wind dawns in the Canchun Courtyard. It's drizzling and the weather is cold. Huajian saw the swing. There is no way to go out to fight grass. After saying goodbye, Biyun Xinyao disappeared. For good times, there is more sorrow and less joy. Wait for him to hear the sound transmission from Yanzi. The red apricots haven’t bloomed yet.
5. The courtyard was crowded with people, complaining about the parrot, and mistakenly reported that Wei Lang had arrived. Liang Jinfeng is small with hairpins on her hair. She lowers her head to worry about nothing. I am a young man with gray hair and tall buildings in the south of the Yangtze River. How about trying to return home? Blocking the westward path for pedestrians, my light body is willing to turn into plantains.
6. I still remember the spring breeze in the courtyard, where the willow shades are deep and the curtains are locked. After Dongjun left, it rained. Kong recognizes Ziliu's hissing place. The dream is broken and there is no evidence of the flute. Don't chase the past ten years. Suddenly he picked up an old book. Still in tears.
7. Swallows fly in the Xunfeng courtyard. The oriole sings in the garden willow. The place is buzzing with bees and butterflies, and the green is dark and the red is sparse. The shirt is covered with white ramie, the qin is played with green silk, and the eyes are filled with new poems. What a beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, the cuckoos are still urging themselves to return.
8. The rain falls gradually in the west wind courtyard. Yellow flowers and autumn leaps are late. When the weather is already cold but not yet cold. Just took off my unlined clothes. After sleeping, the pillow marks are still there, and the pines and hairpins on the temples are as low as the clouds. The jade cassette is lightly brushed with rouge. Love enters the eyebrows.
9. The courtyard is dim and the autumn thoughts are disturbing. Bao Se tries out the new song and who will he play with. The dream of the balcony has disappeared without a trace, and it lives by the Wushan Mountain. Unlike Chu Xiang Yunyu, Qiao is half as good as him.
10. People are quiet in the courtyard at dusk. Who knows if the two love each other secretly? Pengshan is so close and difficult to reach. The bright moon shines. She could only listen to the words and laugh. I specifically urge you to pass on secret information. Fang Zhi wants to express his feelings. Returning at this time is a lot of worry. Lingering in arms. Qingqing sells people troubles.
11. There is a beautiful path in Xianniang’s courtyard. There is no one around, and the flowers are turning around. Several thoughts are uncertain. Wait until your youth is over. Under the swing, the best time is near. After all, the meditation is not stable. If it doesn't work, it will teach people to hate. Wait for Qian Yanghua to ask.
12. Cool courtyard at night* Dusk. Gujiao Jingqiaomen. Drinking brings love to the soul of poetry. Clear around the broken, plum blossoms and moon marks. The heroic spirit in the chest, the spring light in the pot, and the intoxicating eyes of the small universe. There is no need to discuss the present and the past. And even more, there are a few statues in front of the flowers.
13. The sweet-scented osmanthus garden is like a pot. Pictures of immortals in the line of sight. Sister Yue spent two days holding wine glasses to celebrate the occasion. Xunchi brothers, bow before the old man again, playing with colorful sleeves. It is enviable that once you teach your children, your whole house will be filled with books.
14. Spend the Qingming Festival deep in the courtyard. The peaches and plums are first red. Willow silk is placed on the jade railing. It's raining and slightly cold outside the curtain. When the evening clears, the terrace and pavilions become brighter. Drunk before mosaic. The quiet moon invades the corridor in the middle of the night. Walk around alone and think well.
15. In the courtyard at dusk in the thin moon, the words are dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.