The poems describing the beautiful environment of the villa courtyard are as follows:
1. "Playing with the New Courtyard Trees and Chanting the Heart" Bai Juyi: It's misty in early April, and the new leaves are overcast. The shaking scenery is beautiful and the covered courtyard is deep. There is no one here who has nothing to do, so I am looking for you in this quiet place. Not only can you play with things, but you can also relax your clothes. Sometimes I talk to Taoists, or listen to poets. The spring is full of fragrance and there are many singing birds at night. Occasionally, I found a quiet and leisurely place, and then I forgot about the secular world. To realize that the real hermit does not need to be in the mountains and forests.
2. "Poppy Poppies" by Su Shi: Deep in the courtyard, the Qingming Festival has passed, and the peaches and plums have begun to bloom. Willow silk is draped on the jade curtain, and there is light rain and slight cold outside the curtain. When the evening clears, the pavilion becomes brighter and brighter, and I am already drunk in front of the mosaic flowers. In the late night, the quiet moon invades the corridor, walking around alone and thinking.
3. "Huanxi Sha" by Li Qingzhao: The bun hurts the lazy spring, and the comb is more combed. The evening breeze is the beginning of plum blossoms falling in the courtyard, and the light clouds are passing by and the moon is sparse. The jade duck incense burner is busy with the brain, the red cherry tent covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros is also used to relieve the cold.
4. "Broken Array" Yan Jidao: Shengge courtyard under the willow tree, sisters swinging among the flowers. I remember what happened that day in Chunlou and write it in front of the red window at night. Who can send Xiaolian? Jiang Wa is waiting for tears, and Wu Can is lingering. How much hatred can the green temples bear? Unwillingness to be ruthless is better than breaking a string. This year is the same as last year.
5. "Slowly Picking Mulberries" Pan Fen: I am worried that spring has not yet awakened, but the weather is still clear. Facing the lush green courtyard, the birds are singing. There are several new lotuses and emeralds, and the water is light and horizontal. A curtain of wind is blowing, it is sunny and rainy, and the plums are yellow. I can't bear to remember that time when the beauty was so sleepy that she tried on single clothes for the first time. *** hand in hand, drawing embroidery on the red window, painting fans and writing poems. How could it be that now, half the bed is bright and the moon is two days away? Where is the Zhangtai? It should be for me, frowning my eyebrows.
6. "Linjiang Immortal" Li Qingzhao: How deep is the courtyard, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, for whom the beauty is haggard. It’s good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away? The warm wind blows late, so don't let the apricot blossoms grow fat.
7. "Magpie Bridge Immortal" Dai Fuzhu: New lotus pond, green locust courtyard, the sound of rain outside the eaves has begun to stop. Noisy and noisy, the frogs croak in confusion, how can they be like the crows of orioles? The scenery is changing and tourists are sweating. Don’t ask about the length of your hair. Singing when you are drunk with a cup of wine can save you half of your worries.
8. "Butterfly Loves Flowers" Ouyang Xiu: How deep is the courtyard? The willows are piled with smoke, and the curtains are countless. The jade carving saddle is at the place where you can see the Zhangtai Road. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing wildly at the end of March, the door is closed at dusk, and there is no way to stay in the spring. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.