Poetry about the floor

1. Ancient Poems on Architecture During the Southern Dynasties, there were 480 temples with many pagodas and misty rain. Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"

Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning. Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an

The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears. Fan Zhongyan's Su curtain

Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian

There are tall buildings in the northwest, flush with the clouds. Nineteen ancient poems

Five steps to the first floor and ten steps to a pavilion. Du Mu's Epang Palace Fu

By going up one flight of stairs, look, thousands of miles away, Wang Zhihuan is in the heron building.

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop? Song Lin Sheng on Lin 'an House

Climb the Yueyang Tower and overlook the Yangtze River until you reach the open Dongting Lake. Li Bai's "12 Summer Dengyang Building"

I heard that Dongting Lake is magnificent before, but today's wish has finally reached Yueyang Tower. Du Fu's "Climbing Yueyang Tower"

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian

The moon comes first near the water tower, and flowers and trees are easy to spring in the sun. Song Yuwenbao's Record of Clear Night

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Li Bai's Guan Shanyue

Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. Li Bai's Farewell Minister Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Villa in Xuanzhou.

Listen to the wind and rain and overlook the rivers and lakes. The wind and cloud of Ma Rongcheng

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Yan Shu's Recent Love

The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky. Li Bai sleeps in the mountain temple.

Song Guan balcony sound fine, swinging yard night heavy. Su Shi's Spring Night

Crossing the wind and rain into the building is spectacular. Su Shi's Night View of Wanghai Building

Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. On June 27, Su Shi's Drunk Book of Wanghu Building

The geese fly away from the bamboo lodge, and the moon is empty on the twelfth floor. Wen's "Medicinal Color"

The tower stands tall, standing on an autumn tree; The sky is clear and transparent, like a mirror with Xi's dust on it. Du Mu's Dragon Wang Anqiu

Wine night farewell Huaiyin city, the bright moon shines on tall buildings. Wen, "Give to Teenagers"

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

Dance low and sing peach blossom fan. Yan's Partridge Sky

In front of the building is a dark road, a wisp of willows and an inch of tenderness. The wind in Wu Wenying blows into the pine trees.

The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Jie Jiang's "A plum with a boat crossing the Wujiang River"

I'm looking forward to it when the city goes upstairs. I wish I could walk thousands of miles with you like a moon pavilion. Zhang Xian's "Jiangnan Willow"

The flute is in the Moon Building. Li Yu's Looking at Jiangnan

Jiangnan, the west building is full of clear nights. Wang Qi's Looking at Jiangnan/Recalling Jiangnan

Spring is mostly at the end of willow branches, and long strips are picked and inserted in restaurants. Yang Wanli's Stay in the New Town

After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Wen, "Memories of Jiangnan"

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2. High-quality answers to pavilion poems

At Helen's cabin.

Don Wang Zhihuan

The mountains cover the day, and the sea drains the golden river.

But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles.

Climb the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing.

Tang Libai

Phoenix, which used to play here, named this place after them, but now it has given up and came to this desolate river.

The path of the Wu Palace is crooked, and the golden clothes are old and dusty.

Three mountains and a half fall out of the sky, like this Egret Island divides water.

A cloud rises between the light of heaven and me, hiding his city from my melancholy heart.

Yellow Crane Tower

Don Cui Hao

A long time ago, the place where the Yellow Crane carried the saints to heaven is now only the Yellow Crane Tower.

Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly.

Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Parrot Island is a nest of herbs.

But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.

Climbing Yueyang Tower

Don du fu

I have heard of Dongting Lake for a long time, and now I have finally climbed to this tower.

There is the Kingdom of Wu in the east and the State of Chu in the south, and you can see the endless drifting of heaven and earth.

But my relatives and friends didn't give me any news. I was old and sick, and I was alone with my boat.

There are wars and mountains to the north of this wall, and how can I not cry by this railing? .

3. Poems on the Heron Tower Tang Wang Zhihuan Mountain covers the daytime, and the sea exhausts the golden river.

Further, this poem is one of the last six quatrains of Wang Zhihuan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.

The author served as editor-in-chief in Hengshui County, Jizhou (now Hengshui County, Hebei Province) in his early years, and was dismissed soon after being framed. Wang Zhihuan, who was less than 30 years old, lived a life of visiting relatives and friends. When writing this poem, Wang Zhihuan was only thirty-five years old.

The extraordinary ambition of the poet in this poem reflects the enterprising spirit of the people in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Write what you see in the first two sentences.

"Mountains cover the day" is about mountains, and "All rivers run into the sea" is about water. The poet watched a sunset sink to the endless rolling mountains in front of the building, and Ran Ran disappeared at the end of his vision; I watched the Yellow River roaring south in front of the building and downstairs, then turned east in the distance and flowed to the sea.

The poet captured the rivers and mountains of Wan Li with extremely simple and plain language, with a short span of ten words with high image and high generalization, and the picture was broad and distant. There are two sentences in Du Fu's Song of Wang Zai's Painting Landscape: "Traveling in ancient times, talking about Wan Li recently". Although it is about painting, it can also be used to talk about poetry.

These two poems written by Wang Zhihuan's landscape make it possible for Wan Li to be close at hand and Wan Li to be close at hand. Write the last two sentences.

"But you have broadened your horizons by three hundred miles", a poet's endless desire to explore, wants to see further and see where his eyesight can reach. The only way is to stand higher and "walk up a flight of stairs". It can be inferred from the second half of the poem that the first half was written on the second floor (not the highest floor), and the poet wanted to see the distant scenery as far as possible, and even climbed to the top floor of the building.

The word "Lou" at the end also plays the role of a point, indicating that this is a poem about climbing stairs.

4. High-quality answers to poems about pavilions and pavilions "In the Heron Villa" Wang Tangzhi's Mount covers the white sun, and the ocean drains the Golden River, but you can expand your horizons by 300 miles through a flight of stairs. "Going to Nanjing and Ascending the Phoenix Terrace" Tang Li Bai Phoenix once played in the water here, hence the name, Phoenix went to the space river. Flowers and plants in Wugong were buried in secluded paths, and Gu Shan was dressed in Jin Dynasty. Three mountains and a half fall into the sky, and two waters are egret island. It has always been because clouds can block the sun, but Chang 'an is not seen, which makes people worry. Yellow Crane Tower Tang. Now only the Yellow Crane Tower is left, the Yellow Crane is no longer coming, and the white clouds will never fly without him. Every tree in Hanyang has become crystal clear, and Parrot Island is a nest of fragrant grass, but I look to my hometown, and the twilight is getting darker and the river waves are filled with sad mist. "Climbing Yueyang Tower" Tang Du Fu I have long heard of Dongting Lake, and now I am going to Yueyang Tower. In the southeast corner of Wu Chu, Gankun drifts day and night. There is no word between relatives and friends. He is always alone when he is ill. He was a soldier in Shanbei, crying.

5. The poem with the word Lou is 1. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers.

The small building was easterly again last night, and the country could not bear to look back at the bright moon.

I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs.

Last night's stars and winds are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room.

But as long as you climb a flight of stairs, you can broaden your horizons by 300 miles.

6. Outside the Qingshan Building outside the mountain, when will the West Lake Dance stop?

7. The wind comes and blows away, and the water under the lake looks like the sky.

8. Alone at the bottom of the river, the moonlight is like water.

9. Wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone.

10. Looking at the dangerous building, the wind is very good, looking forward to the gloomy spring sky.

1 1. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

12. A long time ago, a yellow crane carried a saint to heaven, and now there is nothing left but the Yellow Crane Tower.

13. An old friend stayed in the West Yellow Crane Tower, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March.

14. On the roof of the building at sunset, wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, I saw Wu Gou and photographed the railings, and no one would pay attention to it.

15. At the beginning of the cloud, the sun sets and the rain comes.

16. Nothing to say, go to the West Building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.

17。 Whose boat is flat tonight, where to miss the bright moon building.

18. Those people who are upstairs tonight, they toss and turn, sigh and can't rest in peace.

19. Yule carved saddle tour and smelter, and Zhangtai Road are not seen at the height of construction.

20. Dance down the willow heart and sing the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan.

2 1. Yueminglou rests alone, making homesickness tears.

6. Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou, an ancient poem describing Lou;

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.

My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

Li Bai's Sleeping in the Mountain Temple;

The tall buildings of the temple on the mountain are really high, like a hundred feet. People upstairs are like a hand that can pick off the stars in the sky.

Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky.

Lin Sheng's Lin 'an House;

When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?

Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.

Cui Hao-Yellow Crane Tower

The fairy of the past has flown away by the yellow crane, leaving only an empty Yellow Crane Tower.

The yellow crane never revisited earth, there have been no long white clouds for thousands of years.

Every tree in Hanyang has become clear due to sunlight, and Nautilus Island is covered with sweet grass.

But I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker. The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.