1. What are the ancient poems describing houses?
1. "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty
The high autumn wind howls in August, Roll 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.
The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not bear to face them as thieves. He carried thatch into the bamboo without hesitation, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed.
The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside. There is no drying place for the leakage at the bedside, and the rain is like hemp on the feet and has not been stopped. Since my period is disordered and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long?
There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy. They are as peaceful as a mountain without being affected by wind or rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
Translation:
It was late autumn in August, 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.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me because I was old and weak. They had the heart to act like a "thief" and steal things in front of me. They ran into the bamboo forest holding thatch without any scruples. My lips were dry and I couldn’t stop drinking. When I came back, I was leaning on a cane and sighing alone.
After a while the wind stopped, the dark clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the gloomy sky in late autumn gradually became dark. The cloth has been covered for many years and is cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture was not good and the quilt was torn. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place in the house. The rainwater on the roof leaks down like twine. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I had very little sleep time. The nights were long, the house was leaky, and the bed was wet. How could I stay up until dawn?
How can we get tens of millions of spacious and tall houses to universally shelter poor scholars all over the world and make them smile? The houses will remain unmoved in wind and rain and be as stable as mountains? well! When will such a tall house appear in front of me, even if my thatched hut is blown apart by the autumn wind, I will be willing to freeze to death!
2. Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Qing Ping Le, Staying Alone in Wang's Nunnery in Boshan"
Hungry rats circled the bed, and bats turned over the lamps and danced. The pine trees on the house are blown by the heavy rain, and I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.
He lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River all his life, and came back with a beautiful face. Sleeping in a dream in the autumn night under the quilt, you can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers before your eyes.
Translation:
Hungry mice scampered around the bed, and bats danced around the lamp. The pine wind on the house came with heavy rain, and the window paper was torn by the wind, making a huffing sound, as if talking to himself.
He spent his whole life traveling between the north and the south of the Yangtze River, and now he has returned with a head full of white hair and an old face. The quilt is thin and the autumn night is stormy. When I wake up from my dream, I still see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in my dream.
3. "The Concubine's Unlucky Life" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
The Emperor of the Han Dynasty cherished Gillian and stored it in a golden house.
Cough and saliva fall for nine days, and the wind brings forth pearls and jade.
Translation:
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once loved Gillian very much and built a golden house for her to live in.
She has such a high position that even if she spits out sleep foam, it will turn into pearls and jade with the wind.
4. "The Potter" by Mei Yaochen of the Northern Song Dynasty
There is no earth in front of the door, and there is no tile on the house.
If your fingers are not stained with mud, you will live in a building with scales.
Translation:
The tile-burning workers dug and dug all day long. All the soil in front of the door was dug out, but there was not a single tile on their house.
Those wealthy families don’t even touch mud with their fingers, but they live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles.
5. "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas" by Tao Yuanming of the Tang Dynasty
Mengxia has long vegetation and sparse trees around the house.
The birds appreciate their support, and I also love my house.
Translation:
During the Mengxia season, the vegetation is lush and green trees surround my house.
The birds seem to have something to rely on for their happiness, and I also love my thatched cottage. 2. Ancient poems describing houses
"Poem about a tall building in the northwest"
How steep is a tall building. It's far away, steep and peaceful.
The beautiful window comes out of the dust. Flying in the clouds.
The beautiful woman plays the harp and harp. Slender hands are clear and free.
The aroma is carried by the wind. The mournful sound is fragrant orchid.
Who can take care of the beauty? Allure in one shot.
Standing and looking at the sun. He sighed again and again.
Stay there for a long time without complaining. May the singers be happy.
Sijia returns to Hongyu. Fly together and fly together.
There are tall buildings in the northwest,
Who is sad alone
I ask you what you remember
You are smiling at the moon
The tall buildings look like dusk, and the sycamore leaves are covered with rustling rain.
3. Ancient poems describing the house
Song of thatched cottage destroyed by the autumn wind
The high autumn wind howls in August
Three layers of thatched thatch roll up on my house
< p> Mao Fei crosses the river and scatters in the suburbs of the riverThe taller one hangs the scroll on the forest tip
The lower one floats around Shentang Ao
A group of children in Nancun bullied me. Powerless
I can't bear to face a thief
I openly hug the grass into the bamboo
My lips are burnt and my mouth is dry and I can't breathe
When I return, I rely on myself and sigh.
The wind in the sky has fixed the dark clouds
The desert turns dark in autumn
The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years
The arrogant son is lying in bed and is cracked
There is no place to dry due to the leakage at the bedside
The rain has not stopped my feet
My menstruation is messed up and I have little sleep
How can I get wet all night long< /p>
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande Guangsha
The poor people all over the world are happy
Peaceful as a mountain, unmoved by wind and rain
Woohoo! When did I suddenly see this house in front of me?
My house is broken and frozen to death
Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on the Humble House"
The mountain is not high, but the immortal is named . If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The upper steps of the moss marks are green, and the color of the grass is green. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: "What's so bad about it? 4. Ancient poems about buildings
Verse: Like wings like wings, like arrows like thorns, like birds like skin, like flying like birds." This is from "The Book of Songs" A poem describing the palace architecture of the Zhou Dynasty.
In the minds of the ancients, they naturally associated architectural shapes with birds. Epang Palace Fu by Du Mu The two rivers flowed into the palace wall.
Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to the pavilion. The waist of the corridor is unobtrusive, and the eaves and teeth are high.
Everyone is fighting against each other based on their own situation. Panpan Yan, Huan Yan Yan, honeycomb water vortex, I don't know how many tens of millions have fallen.
For example, in "Xuanzhou sent Judge Pei Tan to Shuzhou, Mu Yu wanted to go to the palace to return to the capital", "Yunzhe Temple on Jiuhuashan Road, Liufu Bridge in Qingyijiang Village," and "Nian Xiyou" In "Three Poems (Part 1)", "The place where I sing leisurely in the clear rain in the autumn mountains, leaning against the temple buildings in Jiangnan." This shows that Du Mu appreciates Buddhist architecture.
Yunzhe Temple on Jiuhuashan Road, Liufu Bridge in Yijiang Village, Qing Dynasty - "When Xuanzhou sent Judge Pei Tan to Shuzhou, Mu wanted to go to the palace to return to the capital" · The place where Du Mu sang in the clear rain on the autumn mountain, leaning all over Jiangnan Temple Temple Tower - "Three Poems about the Past Tour (Part 1)" · Du Mu's Jiuchong Palace is frosty in the morning, and the ten-mile tower is full of moonlight - "Four Drums Leaving the Jiahui Gate to the Zhai Palace in the Southern Suburbs" · Lu You.