Ancient poetry describing neighborliness

1. "Spring Embrace Shows Neighbors" Song Dynasty: Chen Shidao

The broken wall is covered with rain snails, and there is no monk Yan writer in the old house.

I am still ready to go out. Zhuiyu smiled, but he felt that there was dust on his temples.

The wind turns the cobwebs open on three sides, and the thunder shakes the bees' nests in two offices.

We have repeatedly missed spring appointments in our southern neighbor, but now they have not bloomed.

2. "Xihe Dashi Jinling" Song Dynasty: Zhou Bangyan

Beautiful land. Who remembers the great events of the Southern Dynasties? The mountains surround the motherland and the Qingjiang River, and the temples are in buns. The raging waves hit the lonely city, and the wind blew across the sky.

The tree on the cliff is still leaning upside down. Don't worry about the boat once tied. The remaining old traces are gloomy, and the fog is halfway down. Late at night, the moon comes over the female wall, and I look eastward at the Huai River sadly.

The city is full of wine, flags, and drums. I want to be vague and thank my neighbors. Swallows don’t know where they are. Entering ordinary people's homes in alleys, it's like talking about rise and fall in the setting sun.

3. "Gifts to Neighbors" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Ask me why I am alone and safe, so as not to be tied up in marriages due to hunger and cold. There are no more than ten people of flesh and blood, and the grain reserves are about three years old. But if you can deal with the affairs of the world, you will be a free and easy immortal.

For fear of being disgusted with each other, we drink in the south and sleep in the north.

4. "Winter Dawn in the Neighborhood" Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun

My pajamas are cold all night long, and I open the door to think about the dawn. There is a cluster of leaves on the empty steps, and there is frost on all sides of the elegant house.

Looking at the tower, I feel that the sky is very different. I recall the mountains and feel sad about the desolate roads. When I stopped on the way, my temples turned green.

5. "Two Poems for Early Spring in a New Residence" Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

There are no visitors in the quiet alleys, and I live in solitary confinement without going out. The surface is covered with sand and moss, and the snow is swept away to cover the pine roots.

It’s better to take a leisurely walk when the weather gets warmer, and I love the small garden when the weather starts clearing. No flowers were found, only numerous branches.

The earth is moist, the east wind is warm, and the grass buds are caressed by leisurely walks. Call the children to move the bamboos, and stay with the guests to taste tea.

The ice on the dripping eaves is gone, and the dust is floating in the sun. The new home has not arrived yet, who is the neighbor?