1. Poems about the cabin
Poems about the cabin 1. Poems about the wooden cabin
The cabin by the stream
Select A small waterfall
hung in front of the window
Even in winter
there is no sound of water
Just a dozen or so Square meters
Can accommodate a table, a bed
A chair
and a balcony
can be placed A piano, a bow
A game of chess
There are some nights like that
Not dating friends
Not accompanying my wife
Listen quietly alone
Water turns into a waterfall
Waterfall turns into the melody of water
It is best to choose a rainy morning
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Philosophy, history or poetry
As long as you can have a conversation
Don’t ask for every question
All have answers
Just pick up a fishing rod when you are tired
Not fishing for snow
Not fishing for water
Not fishing either
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While fishing for the sky
While fishing for yourself
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
There is no need to schedule a full year
There is still some time
Let it soak in the water
It can be very strong or very light
But it is very clear
The one in front of the door A mountain road
Leading my wooden house
Very steep
Very thin
Very winding
But very Far, far away...
2. What are the poems describing houses?
1. The high autumn wind in August roared and rolled up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond. ——"Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Explanation: In August, the autumn was deep, and the strong wind howled, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flies across the Huanhua River and is scattered on the other side of the river. The thatch that flies high is entangled in the tall treetops, and the grass that flies low flutters and sinks into the ponds and depressions.
2. The sunset is getting dusk through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears. ——"Spring Resentment" by Liu Fangping (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: The sunlight outside the screen window fades away, and dusk gradually falls; the beautiful house is locked, and no one can see my sad tears.
3. The music room is full of pearls and emerald green, and the deep lane has orchestral tune. ——"Youth Journey" Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: The bead curtain is closed in the secret room, and music is playing in the long alley.
4. Build a pavilion to the north of the hall, and dig a pond to the south to divert water and plant trees to serve as a resting place. ——"Xiyu Pavilion" Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Explanation: A pavilion was built to the north of the main hall, and a pond was dug to the south to attract running water, and trees were planted to serve as a resting place. .
5. The high gate is built in a jagged place, and the two floating towers are almost too clear. ——"Ode to Tongque Terrace" by Cao Zhi (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
Explanation: This is really a majestic and tall building, and the high platforms on both sides seem to be floating in space.
3. Poems describing my cabin
Du Fu flew to the bright mirror after the full moon, returned to his heart and folded the sword.
Turn around and travel far away, climb the laurel tree and look up to the sky. There is frost and snow on the waterway, and feathers are visible on the forest habitat.
Looking at the white rabbit at this time, I want to count the hair. On the 15th night of the 15th night, when I looked at the full moon in Wang Jian's atrium, crows roosted on the white trees, and the cold dew wet the sweet-scented osmanthus without a sound.
Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks away, I wonder who is missing in autumn thoughts! When the king of Chang'an, who was playing with the moon in Nanzhai, was lying in Nanzhai at an advanced age, he was vomiting at the beginning of the month. The clear water and trees are reflected in the windows.
The passage is full and empty, and the clarity changes from the past to the present. The beauty is by the Qingjiang River, and the night is getting more and more painful.
How about thousands of miles, the breeze blows Landu. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi's dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of moonlight, the sky is cloudless and dewy, and the stars are shining brightly.
Don’t be afraid of the rising trend in Donglin, and the world is looking at the road ahead. Xu Mingming Yinhaoso is willing to teach Youyin how to get the elixir branches.
Poor Guan Yechanjuan's shadow, facing the five-year-old residual wine. Guanshan Moon Li Bai The bright moon rises out of Tianshan Mountain among the vast sea of ??clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay.
Origin of the battlefield, no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the side with a sad look on their faces as they thought about returning home.
The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh. Thinking of the bright moonlight in front of Li Bai's bed at night, I suspected it was frost on the ground.
Look up at the bright moon and lower your head to think about your hometown. On a moonlit night, Liu Fangping's house is darkened by the moonlight, and the Beidou is in the dark and the South is tilted.
Tonight I know that the spring air is warm, and the sound of insects is new through the green window screen. Chang'e and Li Shangyin's mica screen has deep candle shadows, and the long river is gradually setting and the stars are sinking.
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and her heart will be filled with blue sea and blue sky every night. On a moonlit night, I recall my brother-in-law Du Fu's garrison of drums to interrupt the pedestrian movement, and the sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn.
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.
All my brothers are scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.
The letter sent was not delivered, and the army was not suspended. Looking at the moon and Huaiyuan Zhang Jiuling, the bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.
Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night! When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.
In the frosty moon, Li Shangyin first heard that there were no cicadas in the wild geese, and the water reached the sky from a hundred-foot-high building. The young girl Su'e is cold-resistant. She fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon. She is pregnant under the autumn moon. Meng Haoran is pregnant with the bright moon hanging in the autumn sky, moistened with lustrous dew.
The startled magpie has not yet settled down, and the flying firefly rolls in behind the curtain. The cold shadows of the locust trees in the courtyard are sparse, and the neighbor's pestle sounds urgently at night.
How long is the good time! Standing looking at the sky. The Mid-Autumn Festival is waiting for the moon, the tortoises are covered with fog, and the lack of frost has turned late, and the good wind seems to bring good luck.
The slanting curtain and the tree are a great distance from each other, and the faint fragrance of the candle lingers as I sit there without hesitation. I love hearing Sheng tunes the most in the north, and gradually lose sight of the stars in the south.
Who is the school's cooling power, who wants to reduce the first round and the noon hour. Nizhuang Mid-Autumn Festival Yuan Hao asked Qiang to become thinner every day, and his narrow clothes were already cold in autumn.
Children reminisce about each other, knowing how difficult it is to travel. Dew breathed into the thatched hut, and the sound of the stream was noisy on the rocky beach.
The moon comes at night in the mountains, but I haven’t seen it until dawn. On the night of August 15th, when Liu Yu was playing with the moon in Taoyuan, he saw the moon in the tin dust and his heart was leisurely. It was a fairy mansion in the clear autumn.
The condensed light and long cold dew fall, standing on the highest mountain at this time. There are no clouds in the blue sky, and there is no wind, and there are pines growing on the mountains and water flowing down from the mountains.
Taking a leisurely look at the group of animals, the sky is thousands of miles apart. The young master led me to the jade altar, and I invited the true immortal official from afar.
Yun* (left car and right car) wanted to move under the stars, and Tianle let out a cry of coldness in his muscles and bones. The golden clouds and clouds gradually move eastward, and the shadows of the wheel are still seen frequently.
Beautiful scenery and good times are hard to come by again, so he should feel melancholy on this day. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yan Shu's ten-round frost shadow turns around the courtyard, and this evening, people are alone in the corner.
Su'e may not be without regrets, the jade toad is cold and the sweet-scented osmanthus is lonely. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi's dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? On the night of August 15th, Bai Juyi looked at the moon in Huanting Pavilion. On the night of August 15th, he was by the apricot garden by the Qujiang Pool.
On the night of August 15th this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Penpu. Where is the hometown to the northwest? How many times is the moon full to the southeast?
Yesterday the wind blew and no one was there, but tonight the light is as clear as in previous years. On the night of August 15th in Tianzhu Temple, the osmanthus bark was closed on the day of rest, and a jade stone was found under the moon, and a new dew was found in front of the temple.
So far, there is no such thing as heaven, it should be thrown to people by Chang'e. Mid-Autumn Festival sees the moon and the son by Su Shi. The bright moon has not yet risen high in the mountains, and the auspicious light is thousands of feet long.
Before the cup is full, silver surges out, and chaotic clouds break away like crashing waves. Whoever washes his eyes for God should use thousands of dendrobium waters from the Ming River.
Then I ordered to look coldly at the people in the world, and I couldn't bear to see it. The sparks in the southwest are like projectiles, and the horns and tails are bright and clear, like dragons and dragons.
Tonight I can’t see anything, but the fireflies are fighting to clear the cold. Whose boat was in Bian yesterday? Thousands of lights made fish and dragons change at night.
Chase the waves carelessly through twists and turns, go to the festival with a low head and follow the song board. The green light disappears and turns to the front of the mountain. How can the waves* (wind left and right occupy) be strong again when the wind returns?
The bright moon is easy to be low and people are easy to disperse. When you come back and drink wine, you will pay more attention to it. The moonlight in front of the hall becomes clearer and better, and the dew grass sounds when the throat is cold* (the superior general and the inferior insect) are singing.
No one is around when the roller blinds are pushed open. Only Old Chu is mute under the window. Don't be ashamed of poverty in Nandu. There are several people who write poems about the moon.
The personnel affairs of the Ming Dynasty follow the sunrise, and suddenly I have a dream of a guest from Yaotai. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, I climb up the tower to look at the full moon. My eyes are full of rice, and the Huaihai Sea is as full as silver. Ten thousand rainbows are nurturing the clams.
If there is no moon door in the sky, the cassia branches will support the westward wheel. The bright moon is so bright. The bright moon is so bright. It shines on my bed.
I couldn’t sleep due to sadness, so I picked up my clothes and wandered around. Although the trip is pleasant, it is better to return home early.
Who should I complain to when I am alone and worried when I leave home? The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes. Su Shi, the singer of water tunes, asked the sky when the bright moon will come.
I don’t know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I'm afraid it will be cold in the high places.
Dance and figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world. Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times.
I wish you a long life and a long life. The moon on the Xijiang River is Su Shi's moment in Huangzhou, and he is walking on the Qishui River on a spring night.
Go to a restaurant and drink and get drunk. He rode the moon to a bridge over a stream, untied his saddle and bent his arms, and lay down drunk for a short rest.
Jijue already knows. The mountains are crowded together and the flowing water is sonorous, which seems to be something other than the human world.
This sentence is written on the bridge pillar. There are shallow waves in the wild, and there are layers of light in the sky.
The mud has not yet been resolved, and the jade is arrogant. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that the wind and moon in the stream can't be taught to crush Qiong Yao.
Undressing the saddle and pillowing on the green poplar bridge, Du Yu heard the spring dawn. Returning to the board of directors, I held a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet and invited Wen Tianxiang to shine on the river. The clear ice on the painting boat; when the moon was over, I raised my glass and breathed the fragrant bottle into the green net.
Worship the fallen stars and make appointments with the bright moon. The city is full of wind and rain, but fortunately the Double Ninth Festival is so close; the country and the mountains are as picturesque as those we once visited in Chibi.
The rewards are paid by the straw, and the heirs are clothed in rounds. The river is full of red. Mid-Autumn Festival Sends Far Away
But the jade filament flute cracked with a single blow. Whoever makes curling in the floating world has the most pity for the jade ax repair season.
Ask Chang'e if she is lonely and cold. The jade liquid is full and the cup is slippery.
Lift up your long sleeves and sing loudly. Sigh, eighty-nine times out of ten, the desire is still lacking.
If it is a long and round night like this, the favor may not be the same as farewell.
Turn the past and separation into joy and say it when you return.
The autumn night moon gathered and dispersed. Then he called her, and there was no reason to meet her face again.
In recent days, there will be a feast again unexpectedly. Xiangzun, in his spare time, frowned and sighed.
It stirs up old sorrows endlessly. The fragrance of autumn pistils cannot be attracted.
Time rushes by, the orchids fade away, and the good flowers wither, but.
4. Asking for poems about rivers, huts, and villages
1. A small river flows smoothly, only passing through thousands of miles of flat sand, free and silent, he has no Happy sound.
A small river will flow down in twists and turns, only passing through high mountains and deep valleys, which are dangerous and frustrating. He has no happy voice. my friend! Thank you for answering my long-tedious question. In the smooth and tortuous water, the joy of youth is rippling in it! ——Bing Xin 2. The inscription of the humble house Liu Yuxi The mountain is not high, but it is famous if there are immortals.
If the water is not deep, there will be a spirit if there is a dragon. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous.
The moss marks are green on the upper level, and the grass is green in color. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going.
You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents.
Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Yunting in Xishuzi. Confucius said: "What a shame?" 3. Passing by my old friend's village Meng Haoran My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village, and Qingshanguo slopes outside. Open a pavilion to enjoy the scene, drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
On the Double Ninth Festival, I will still come to see chrysanthemums.
5. Poems describing pastoral scenery (with cabins)
Pastoral miscellany in four seasons
Plums are golden and apricots are fat,
Maihuaxuebaicai flowers are thin.
No one passes the fence during the day,
Only dragonflies and butterflies fly.
Working in the fields during the day and harvesting hemp at night,
Every child in the village is in charge of his own family.
The children and grandchildren have not yet left for farming and weaving.
They also learn to grow melons by the mulberry tree.
Passing by my old friend's village Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet,
invited me to Tian's house.
Green trees border the village,
Qingshanguo slopes outside.
Open the Xuan noodle garden,
Drink and talk about mulberry and hemp.
Wait until the Double Ninth Festival,
I will still have chrysanthemums.
Visiting Shanxi Village [Song Dynasty] Lu You
Mo Xiao’s farmhouse is full of wax and wine,
In good years, there are enough chickens and dolphins for visitors.
There is no way out despite the mountains and rivers.
There is another village with hidden flowers and bright flowers.
- Qingpingle·Village
Author: Xin Qiji
The eaves are low,
The grass on the stream is green.
Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk.
Whose old lady has white hair?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the creek,
The middle son is weaving a chicken coop;
The younger son likes scoundrels the most,
Lying at the head of the creek Peel the lotus pods.
"Deer and Chai"
Wang Wei
There is no one in the empty mountain,
but you can hear people's voices.
Return to the scene and enter the deep forest,
The light shines on the moss again.
"Xinyiwu Wang Wei
Hibiscus flowers at the end of the wood,
red calyxes in the mountains.
There is no one in the stream house,
One after another they open and fall.
"Mountain Dwelling in Autumn"
After the new rain in the empty mountains,
Autumn comes late.
The bright moon shines among the pines,
The clear spring rocks flow upstream.
The bamboo noise returns to Huannu,
The lotus leaves the fishing boat.
Let the spring fragrance rest at will,
Wang and grandson can stay here.
"Birdsong Stream"
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle,
The night is quiet and the spring sky is empty.
The moonrise scares the mountain birds,
They sing in the spring stream.
"Weichuan Tianjia"
The slanting light illuminates the village, and the cattle and sheep return in the back alley.
The old man in the wild misses the shepherd boy and leans on his stick to wait for the thorn tree.
There are pheasants and wheat seedlings, and silkworms are sleeping on the mulberry leaves.
Tianfu came to hoe, and we met each other and talked to each other.
This is the moment of leisure and relaxation, and the song of sadness is fading away.
Hope this helps!
6. Sentences describing the cabin
The beautiful and simple cabin with a long history is located in the depths of the forest. The cabin has become vicissitudes of life due to the baptism of time. The age of the trees The wheels are highlighted and look unique! There is a big tree next to it that is hundreds of years old. Many birds have built their nests in the tree. The surroundings are also overgrown with weeds, but they are well-proportioned...
Long history of primitive simplicity and beautiful log cabin is located in a deep forest, log cabin for the baptism of via years and become vicissitudes of life, tree rings with protruding out, appear do not have lasting appeal. BangBian a tree, has also is hundreds of years, many of the bird in the tree of scenery built nest, all have weeds around, but strewn at random have sent.