Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang
Meng Han Golden House. She turned to the returning warbler and could recognize the old green marks on the screen. It is drizzling outside the window, and cherries and red beans are crystal clear and mellow. Do you know that this lovesickness is hard to reconcile? It's hard to say whether you know this kind of hatred, just like playing chess. The light reflected my thin figure, and the light of the candle was too bright.
Yuanyang clinks glasses and drinks upstairs, and the wine is poured into the wine. When will she meet again? When the palace eyebrows pass through the clouds, draw pictures. Painting Gong Mei as a moire, and painting her with raw silk, I'm afraid it's not a fashionable new dress. Colored fan singing and dancing, the tooth plate is now, only hate no one, can sing and dance all kinds of music to understand. Empty sleeves and tears, only relying on lonely cold bamboo!
Banquet Qing Jingshi, send Ma Linfu to Nangong for rhyme.
Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Willow trees are very dark in spring. Dongfeng Li, send Yunyan Gao quickly. The scroll is raining, the snow is falling outside the window, and the well is cold and the pen is frozen. Home Lin Xiuju frost old, laugh, toad kiss laurel seeds. Yingmaoyuan, fighting in the black dragon, only the tide to blame Wu Feng.
Jade eyebrows hide China, Lingyun air pressure, a thousand-year cloud dream. The name is lighter than ink, and the robe is purple and green. Flying apricot garden new sentence, dazzling and charming, spring outing suddenly vertical. With a happy sound, the magpies surrounded the stadium and the red curtains moved.
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.
The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night?
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! (Death is enough: Death is enough)
It is very cold in Taiyuan except at night.
Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian
Send a message to the world, travel light.
The spring breeze is not far away, just to the east of the house.
Resentment in spring
Tang Dynasty: Liu
The sun is shining outside the screen window, and dusk is coming; Lock the gorgeous house, no one sees my sad tears.
The courtyard is lonely and the spring scenery is dying; Pear flower falls, close the door.
Qingping Ledu Subo Mountain King Temple
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats danced around the dark oil lamp. There is a breeze blowing in the room, and it is raining hard. I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.
From the northern frontier to the south, and now retired to the forest, it is already an old face with white hair. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin cloth quilt and woke up suddenly. It was still a dream country in front of me.
The following is a brief introduction of some authors:
Du Fu (A.D. 7 12- A.D. 770), with beautiful words, called himself a young man with a young age. Han nationality, originally from Xiangyang, is from Gongxian County, Henan Province (now Gongyi, Henan Province). A great realistic poet in Tang Dynasty, together with Li Bai, was called "Du Li". In order to distinguish Li Shangyin, Du Mu and Xiao Du Li, Du Fu and Li Bai are also called Da Du Li, and Du Fu is often called Lao Du.
Du Fu's influence on China's classical poetry is far-reaching, and he is called "the sage of poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Later generations called him Du Shiyi and Du Gongbu, and also called him Du Shaoling and Du Caotang. Du Fu wrote such famous works as Spring Hope, Northern Expedition, Three Officials and Three Farewells. In 759, Du Fu abandoned his official position and went to Sichuan. Although he fled the war and lived a relatively stable life, he still cared about his life and managed state affairs. Although Du Fu is a realistic poet, he also has a wild and unruly side. It is not difficult to see Du Fu's heroism and dry clouds from his masterpiece Song of Drinking Eight Immortals. The core of Du Fu's thought is the Confucian thought of benevolent government, and he has the great wish of "making the monarch Yao and Shun superior, and then making the customs pure". Although Du Fu was not famous during his lifetime, his fame spread far and wide, which had a far-reaching impact on China literature and Japanese literature. About 65,438+0,500 poems of Du Fu have been preserved, most of which are collected by Du Gongbu.
Xin Qiji (165438+May 28th 040-1207-65438+1October 3rd), formerly known as Tan Fu, later changed to You 'an, No.Jiaxuan, was born in Licheng County, Jinan, Shandong Province (now Sifengzha Village, Yao Qiang Town, Licheng District, Jinan City). Bold poets and generals in the Southern Song Dynasty are known as "dragons in words". Known as "Su Xin" with Su Shi and "Jinan Er 'an" with Li Qingzhao.
Xin Qiji was born in the State of Jin. He is a teenager who resists the return of gold to Song Dynasty. He served as an envoy of Jiangxi and Fujian. He is the author of "Ten Theories on Meiqin" and "Nine Theories", which provided strategies for Chen Zhanshou. Because of disagreement with the ruling pacifists, he was impeached and resigned, living in seclusion in the mountains. Before and after the Northern Expedition, Kathy successively served as the magistrate of Shaoxing, the magistrate of Zhenjiang, and the magistrate of maize. In the third year of the jubilee (1207), Xin Qiji passed away at the age of 68. After the gift to Shao Shi, posthumous title "Zhong Min".
Xin Qiji devoted his life to recovery and self-praise, but his fate was ill-fated, he was excluded and his ambition was hard to pay. However, his patriotic belief in restoring the Central Plains has never wavered, and his passion, concern and anxiety about the rise and fall of the country and the fate of the nation are all contained in his poems. The artistic style of his ci is diverse, mainly bold and unconstrained, with a gloomy and heroic style, but there is no lack of delicacy and femininity. His ci has a wide range of themes, expressing patriotic enthusiasm for restoring national unity with allusions, pouring out grief and indignation, and condemning the humiliation and peace of the rulers at that time. There are also many works that praise the rivers and mountains of the motherland. There are more than 600 words, including Jia Ji and Short Sentences, which have been handed down from generation to generation.
2. Poems about old houses are shown to neighbors in spring.
Song Dynasty: Chen Shidao
There are no monks and swallow writers in the old house.
I want to go out and laugh, but I don't want to go back to the dust.
The wind turns over three cobwebs, and the thunder bee occupies two official positions.
I broke the promise of spring in the south neighbor, but it hasn't blossomed yet.
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The broken wall was soaked by the spring rain, and the snail crawled, leaving a skewed seal character. There were no monks in the shabby old house, only Liang Yan committed a crime and regarded it as a writer. Spring is beautiful. I really want to go out and follow the laughter. When I come back, I feel my face is covered with dust.
Spring breeze blows through cobwebs, and flying insects can still escape on three sides; Spring thunder shakes the hive, and wasps can rank in official positions. I broke my promise several times and failed to go to the south neighbor to enjoy the spring day. I just hope there are still spring flowers that have not yet opened.
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The creative background of Spring Show Neighborhood;
Xiu Lin Chun was written in the spring of 1 100 (Fu Yuan's third year). At that time, the author Chen Shidao lived in Xuzhou, living in poverty and writing poems by reading.
The first couplet is about the bleak scene of the continuous spring rain and the shabby place where you live. Zhuan Xu expressed the bleak feeling cup that although he wanted to come out in spring, he was disheartened, which showed the poet's dissatisfaction with life. The necklace was painted in ink since childhood, depicting the lively spring scene in front of us and hiding its inappropriate generosity.
Tailian hit the nail on the head, apologized for failing to live up to the neighbor's invitation, and wrote down that you are still willing to go to the appointment and enjoy the last spring. This poem was written by the poet to his neighbors to explain the reasons for his "repeated defeats" and "spring promises", and also to express his miserable and lonely life and mood.
The language is sharp and innovative, and the stone turns into gold. The whole poem is deep in emotion and novel in artistic conception.
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3. What are the sentences describing the nostalgia for the old house? 1. I miss the ruins of the old house, leaving a mossy corner from my hometown, sunbathing in a warm chair, and then my soul will return to the world.
I miss the passing time of the old house. The laughter and laughter when I was a child made me feel a little sad. I seem to hear my grandmother calling my birth name, as if it were warm in my ear.
Missing the old house is a feeling that I can't erase, which makes me stronger and stronger in the tortuous road of life, and it is also a warm harbor in my life.
4. The old house is simple and heavy, especially missing its warm winter and cool summer; It is permeated with traditional culture, and it is an ancient picture scroll, which I will always miss.
The charm of nostalgic old houses still exists. It's like a warm harbor. Sailing boats often come back to shelter from the wind and rain. My wandering heart is always attached to the landscape of my hometown and this warm old house.
6. We miss the old house, which is a nostalgia for childhood rural life, a soft spot for our own land, a nostalgic ripple in our hearts, and a nostalgia for urban life.
7. The old house spent the best time of my life with me. This is an emotion that I can't give up, and it is also the only place that I have always missed.
8. The old house has gone through vicissitudes of life, but it is still white and distant. Looking at the streets of my hometown quietly, it is very sticky and thick, which makes people miss it very much.
9. The old house of my hometown is located between Baishan and Heishui for decades. Years are like clouds, passing over white walls and tiles, leaving mottled eyes, and the past is trapped in it, inlaid with yellowed handwriting.
10. The change of the old house has condensed the hard work of parents all their lives. I miss the warm time with my parents before I left my old house.
1 1. The times are progressing, ideas are sublimating, and the pace of urban-rural integration is accelerating. Maybe I will enter a concentrated residential area in the future. What will never change is my nostalgia for my old house and my long-standing hometown complex!
12. The old house in my hometown is an endless song, endless poems, endless dreams and endless fairy tales; It is like a lucky cloud, floating by the window of memories, around me, standing on the pillow, floating into the dream, which makes me miss it very much.
13. My heart not only misses the old house often, but also sees my parents and siblings doing housework in the old house; The old house not only recorded my growing years, but also recorded my final destination.
14. I always want to go back and see the old house, walk the stone bridge that has been old for thousands of years, and relive the age of innocence. Every time I return to my heart, I miss it more. After more than ten years, the old house is still waiting quietly by the water in the ancient town, never leaving, never disturbing.
15. I miss my old house as much as my loved ones. Maybe when, where, or an idea comes to your mind, but you can't get rid of it.
Time is a strange thing, sometimes it makes people forget some memories, but sometimes it makes people remember some things. After going out to study and work for more than 20 years, the scenery of my hometown gradually faded from my memory, leaving no trace. But the memory of the old house in my hometown, like the old wine, is getting more and more mellow with the passage of time and more clearly presented in my memory.
The old house in my hometown has a history of hundreds of years. It is said that my ancestors used to be a big family and bought a big house with three yards for each of the five sons. Living together is the best footnote. All five houses have the same surname.
Times have changed, and the glory of the past has passed away. Nowadays, in the eyes of hometown people, the old house is out of date, unable to keep up with the trend of the times and out of date. Hometown people choose more single-family houses to live in.
Standing in front of the old house, stroking the old locust tree that witnessed the rise and fall of the old house for thousands of years, people can't help but sigh that time has passed and the years are ruthless. After the vicissitudes of life, the old house has become a ruin. The old house that used to laugh and laugh is now deserted and the yard is full of weeds. Only the old pagoda tree silently conveys the history of the old house.
Last Spring Festival, I took my camera and walked into the old house again. I want to use my lens to record every corner of the old house and the old house I am familiar with. In fact, I know that the photos of these old houses will gradually lose their luster and turn yellow over time, but the images of the old houses will always be fixed in my mind and become my eternal memory. Perhaps no one understands that the old house is already a symbol of my hometown in my heart and the best sign for me to find my hometown. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka, where I had a carefree childhood and youth life, and a simple and innocent partner accompanied me day and night. Wherever I go, the old house is a stumbling block in my heart.
The old house in my hometown bears the joys and sorrows of my childhood and adolescence and records my simple and happy life, which will be an eternal memory in my life.
5. The poem praising the house is 1 I am a humble room, but I am virtuous.
The moss marks on the upper steps are green, and the grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university.
This is a humble house, but I am not humble because of my good character. The moss is green and grows on the stage, and the grass is green, which is reflected in the curtain.
People who come here to talk and laugh are knowledgeable people, but no people with shallow knowledge. 2, the peak turns around, there are pavilion wings on the spring, and the pavilion is also drunk.
-"Zuiweng Pavilion" Interpretation by Ouyang Xiu, a Song Dynasty poet: The spring water bends around the mountain peak and turns along the mountain road. There is a pavilion flying on the spring, like a bird spreading its wings. That's Zuiweng Pavilion. 3. Like smoke and dancing.
No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. -"He Xinlang's Summer Scenery" Song: Su Shi Translation: In the gorgeous house with carved beams and painted buildings, swallows fly down, no one is around, and the phoenix tree turns at noon.
On a cool evening, the beautiful woman just came out of the bath. 4. Overpressure exceeds 300 miles to isolate the sun.
Mount Li is built in the north and folded in the west, leading directly to Xianyang. -"Epang Palace Fu" translated by Du Mu in the Tang Dynasty: covering an area of more than 300 miles, (the palace is towering) isolated from the sun and the sky.
It was built from Mount Li to the north, then turned west and went all the way to Xianyang. 5, the building of Gaomen is a bit awkward, and the floating double is too clear.
-"Bronze Quetai Fu" translated by Cao Zhi in Wei and Jin Dynasties: This is really a magnificent and tall building, and the high platforms on both sides seem to float in space. 6, cross sparse window, Aji third order.
-There are Tall Buildings in Northwest China is an anonymous translation of the Han Dynasty: the tall buildings are carved with wooden strips and staggered into beautiful panes, surrounded by tall eaves and three stairs.
6. What are the ancient poems describing "houses"?
1. The hut was broken by the autumn wind (Tang Du Fu)
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep! There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, with a spring breeze and a mountain of wind and rain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
2. He Xinlang (stone)
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste of time to teach people to dream of breaking Yaotai music. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. When all the flowers are floating, I will be alone with you. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
3. Die, lean on dangerous buildings (Song)
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
4. How deep are the flowers and the courtyard (Song Ouyang Xiu)
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
5. Queqiaoxian smells Du Fu every night (Song Luyou)
The eaves are quiet, the window lights are dim, and the Spring Festival Evening is stormy. The warbler's nest is always silent, but on a moonlit night, she often cries out Du Yu. I shed tears in a hurry, dreaming, and picked up the deep branches to fly away. So, the mountain is uncomfortable, half-life, floating!
6. eat areca (History of Su Song)
The moon is bright and there are no branches, and the night building lays the foundation. There is a fan in the clouds, and it is summer in September. There is a diaojiao building above, surrounded by crimson thorns. The wind deceives the purple phoenix eggs, and the rain darkens the dragon milk. As soon as the cracked bag landed, it boiled itself with the skin. When the northern guests are unfamiliar at first, it is difficult to convince the dietary customs. When you are weak, you are afraid of being discouraged and start chewing or half vomiting. The absorption of body fluid is slightly sweet, and the molars are bitter. The face is too cold and the taste is absolutely charming. It's a good idea to punish Peng Xun and push the hub. If the wind is stubborn, make it up from time to time.
The medicine can be preserved firmly and the fruit can be used. When Mr. Wang lost his job, he lost his job. If you take a pill every day, your stomach will be insulted. Stab navel kidney, quinoa rotten pavilion at noon. The book lamp looks at the frost and misses the calculation. Old eyes are afraid of less sleep and fatigue. Eager for merlin to swallow, eager for yellow to act alone. But in the agricultural classics, I accept this trapped journey. Bull tongue doesn't pay people, and popular people are willing to pay more. I know I am biased, but I can reward bad words.
7. Building a house song (Tian Xiang, Wen Song)
Living in a remote place, one room autonomy. After two years of heavy rain, the ground pollution has become a beach. People worry about me. It's made of earth. Can be built two feet, like water. When the rotten soil came, I hated it. You can't hide your nose. You can't go near it. In an instant, the black grave spread, and thousands of voices were mixed. But when you see it is flat, there is no doubt about dung. Know what's going on in the world, not the base.
If you can hide your eyes, it stinks and boasts. What the world doesn't distinguish is that sheep are quality, tiger skin. The big one is just small. Stay in the depths of my mystery and watch the passage of Tao silently. The cicada left and suddenly went against the troubled times. Yao Shun can't come, and it's hard for Han and Tang Dynasties. If you are sick and worry about your parents, you will be trapped alone. I would rather kill a field than live for a brick. It took seven feet to get ten ping. The Yellow River has been clear for thousands of years, and life is like dew. Give birth to a man without raising him. Give birth to a daughter as a breast.
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1. There was a breeze blowing in the room, and it rained heavily, talking to myself between the broken paper windows. -Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Living Alone in Boshan Wangshi Temple"
There are long vegetation and trees around Xia Meng's house. -Tao Yuanming's Reading Shan Hai Jing
Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. -Wang Wei's Pastoral in Spring
4. Outside the bleak mountains, beside the lonely wheat in the broken house. -Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb
5. Stop shuttling and think of people far away, and stay in the lonely room with tears. -Li Bai's Crying at Night
6. Jade pot to buy spring rain to enjoy. -Situ Kong's "Twenty-four Poems and Elegance"
7. There are no monks and swallow writers in the old house. -Chen Shidao's "Spring Show Neighborhood"
8. The cold window bottom of the old house. Listen to some songs, the well is flying. -Zhou Bangyan's "Night Tour Palace, Sunshine under Leaves"