Ancient poems about furniture 1. Poetry related to furniture
The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, so I can't say it without thinking. (Li Qing takes care of Yaner)
Lying on the rattan bed watching the willows in the community. (Su Shi decides the storm)
Every thought smells clean, and the rain at night is against the rope bed. (Tang Zhenggu)
Leaning on the Hu bed, there are thousands of peaks outside the building. (point crimson lips, leisurely lean on Hu Chuang, Su Shi)
In June, the rattan bed is eight feet, and the wind in the forest is full of cicadas. If you wave your wishful towel, you will fall asleep. (Song Lishi)
Pity the bed for a day, love the fire at dusk. The bed is warm and sleeps high, and the furnace temperature sits late at night. (Lazy to play two songs, Liu Mengde and Wu) Bai Juyi.
It is said that it rained the night before going to bed and all the dust in the world was swept away (Han Wei is a good thing).
Summer clothes are fragrant and moist, and autumn clothes are bright. Inclined flower stone pillow, lying on the rosary. Muddy is not a day to swim, gloomy is a good day to sleep.
Can you come and live with me? Listen to the rain and sleep in bed. Recruit Zhang Si to stay in the rain.
Remember the small window rainy night, deep affection for the bed lamp. (Linjiang Dingshanlin is a dream)
It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed. (After Man Jiang and Su Shi)
The bed is empty, and it rains bleak tonight. (writing poetry in the rain)
Looking back at the night talk. Who will write a book before the goose arrives? (He Xinlang sent Hu Bangheng to wait for Bird Song Qian)
2. Ancient poems about furniture
First, quiet night thinking
Author Li Bai, Tang Dynasty,
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
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The bright moonlight sprinkled on enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was frosted. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my hometown in the distance.
Second, Wang Shi Temple in Boshan, Dushu, Qingping
Author Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
Hungry mice surrounded the bed. Lantern dance the bat. There was a storm on the house. Talking to myself between the broken paper windows.
I have lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River. Come back with a pale face. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.
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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.
Third, the bright moon is in the sky.
The author is anonymous.
Moon how bright, shine on my bed. Too sad to sleep, wandering around in clothes.
Although the guests are happy, it is better to turn back early. Who should you sue when you leave home alone?
Back to my room, tears stained my clothes.
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The bright moon is so bright that it illuminates my bed; I was so sad that I couldn't sleep, so I put on my clothes and wandered around the house. Although it is interesting to live away from home, it is better to go home as soon as possible;
Who should a person tell when he goes out full of sadness? I can only stretch my neck and look into the distance, and my clothes are wet with tears before I go back to my room.
Fourth, rocks
Author Han Yu, Tang Dynasty,
The towering and steep rocks, narrow mountain roads like sheep intestines, and the dusk when bats are flying come to this temple. When I climbed the steps of the temple and sat down, there was a field soaked in rain. The rain made the branches and leaves of banana rough and the mountain was more beautiful.
Monks told me that the ancient city walls were magnificent, lit by torches and looked sticky. Make my bed and prepare rice soup. The food is rough, but it is enough to fill my stomach.
It's late at night, sleep quietly, the white stopped rumbling, the moon climbed the mountain, and the brightness entered the doors and windows. At dawn, I left alone, unable to see the way in and out of the fog, and I groped my way up and down.
The mountains are bright red, Jianshui River is green, shiny and watery, and pine and oak trees are densely surrounded and lush. I met a stream on the road, stepped barefoot at the foot of a stone, and the sound of running water blew up my clothes.
These things themselves can make life happy. Why should we be bound and hindered by people? . Why, how can I go back to my hometown when I am old?
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The rocks are high and steep, and the mountain road is as narrow as a sheep's intestines. Bats fly over the dusk and come to this temple. Climb the temple and sit on the steps, just after a soaking rain. After the rain, the banana branches are thick and the leaves are big, and the gardenias are fatter. The monk told me that the Buddhist paintings on the ancient wall are really magnificent, and they can't be refreshed in a daze with torches.
Make me a mattress and prepare rice soup. Although the food is rough, it is enough to satisfy the hunger. Have a good sleep in the dead of night. When all the insects stopped making noise, the bright moon climbed the hillside and poured into the doors and windows. I walked alone at dawn, lost my way and stumbled in the fog.
Mountain flowers are bright red, water green and bright-colored, and the list goes on. Sometimes, pine trees and oak trees are dense, gloomy and gray. When I met the current, I stepped barefoot on the stone, and the sound of water excited the wind to lift my clothes. If you can live like this, enjoy it. Why are you bound, just like being put on a reins? Alas, how can a congenial partner get old and never go back to his hometown?
Verb (abbreviation of verb) Man Jiang Hong Huai Zi Zuo you
Author Su Shi, Song Dynasty
The clear water flows eastward, and I look at the river with a sad face, if I have no father to sail. In this desolate place, you and I can hardly see the white waves under the green hills. It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed. Hate this life, drift away, add to China.
It's a deep regret that this life always passes with you in a hurry, and this helpless feeling can't help but make me white-haired. Infinite things, from the beginning. You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years. Tears of sadness are faintly visible on my skirt, but the joy on my forehead suggests that I will meet again soon. On the day of reunion, I will go swimming in the pool with you and look for traces of spring like falling snow.
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The clear water flows eastward, and I feel sad when I watch the boat sailing on the river, and the sails are looming. Running around in Qian Shan, going through a dangerous storm. I failed to keep my promise to chat with you at night and leave early to live in seclusion. In this life, we get together less and leave more, and white hair is born.
Drinking by the Yellow River reminds me of the past and makes me feel infinite. Although separated for many years, the past is vivid. After years of suffering and sorrow, I finally have the joy of going home. At that time, I will be with you at the edge of this late spring outing pool, watching the falling flowers like snow.
3. Complete poems about home.
1, crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, looking at Bingzhou as my hometown.
-Liu Zao's Travel Notes to the North 2. Once you leave this place, the four seas will be your home. -Li Shimin's Two Poems Through an Old House 3. The child asked with his hand, why is it so late? Who is fighting for time to win sideburns? -Du Mu's "Going Home" 4. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's destination, but Ran Yan is not happy.
-Fan Zhongyan's "The Pride of the Fisherman" 5. When there is much wind and snow, the dream of breaking the hometown cannot be realized, so there is no such sound in the garden. -Nalan Xingde's Sauvignon Blanc 6. Wan Li, the home of a lonely boat, is separated from others, and a few lines of tears are clear.
-Ma Zhiyuan's Shouyang Song. Xiaoxiang 7 night trip. The dark sound of the flute flew into the spring breeze filled with Los Angeles.
-Li Bai's "Smelling Flute in Luoyang City on Spring Night" 8. The Tian family has no four neighbors and sits alone in a garden. -Lu's "Two Villa in the Spring Festival Evening" 9. My home, Wu Huishan, is far away, and another place is closed by white clouds.
-Chen Ziliang's "Spring Return to the North" 10, my pillar is declining, and I am worried about learning to pray at the top of the mountain. -Li Ang's "The Problem of Repairing Bamboo Obstacles" 1 1, Tian Jia has been plowed, and smoke rises in the morning in the well house.
-Wei's "From Garden to Zhao Mingfu, Lu Zhushu" 12, Hanshan stone path is far away, and there are people in the depths of white clouds. -Mutu's Mountain Tour 13, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm.
-Meng Haoran's Passing the Old Village 14. Tonight, the moon is bright. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? -Wang Jian's "Looking at the Moon at Fifteen Nights" 15. Two spring scenery in the same day makes people homesick. -Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Post Station" 16, teenagers leave home and return home, and the local accent does not change.
-He's Zhang's homecoming book.
4. Look for poems or articles about furniture written by celebrities at all times and in all countries.
Cheng Bingjian, a A Qing poet, summed up the products of Hainan Island in the form of seven-character poems in Qiongzhou Miscellaneous Poems. One of the poems specifically mentions "rosewood": "Huali Longgu and southern Hunan, and Liangjiagong grass four or three. The competition is like asking for wood in the sea, and tea meditation is like going to Zhaozhou. " There is a note under the poem, but Huali is written as "Huali": "Huali, keel and nanmu are all treasures of Hainan wood".
In Su Zhe's poem "Retirement from Illness", there is a sentence of "a small bamboo bed with a cold pillow and a single coat", and in the Southern Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli also has a sentence of "a bamboo bed": "The green slave has become cold, which means that both ends of the sapphire are safe."
Several of Su Shi's poems all involve Mrs. Zhu, such as "Let me sit with my peers and give you a message of Mrs. Zhu" ("Send Zhu Ji Xie Xiucai"); "The futon has two knees, and the bamboo pavilion has two elbows" ("Sitting in the Noon Window"); "It is said that there are only a few bamboos at the head of the bed, and my wife should not understand Qingqing" ("Er Yun Liu Ziyu"). He also wrote to himself in The Rhyme of Liu Ziyu: "As the saying goes, bamboo is Mrs. Bamboo." The second song of Lu You's "Early Summer Seclusion" also said: "The bottle is exhausted and the Taoist priest is recruited, and Mrs. Zhu is newly hired by the bed." Song Fangkui's "Miscellaneous Xing" also has the third song: "Cool bamboo slaves are divided into half beds, and books and milk are accompanied by lonely lights at night." Song Sunyi's Ai Zhai Xiu Zi? Miscellaneous notes? The barter name also says, "Gu Xi changed her name for things, and it is easy to be a mountain alum, and Mrs. Zhu is easy to be a bamboo princess." This shows that the literati in the Song Dynasty sincerely loved this kind of bamboo furniture.
Ebony is tough. The use of ebony and other hardwoods in furniture indicates that the furniture manufacturing technology in the early Northern Song Dynasty entered a new era. At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Southern Song Dynasty, the poet Chen wrote a poem "Bodhisattva Man? There is also a saying of "ebony rope bed" in Lotus.