Year: Song Author: Chen
The hut is broken year after year, and the spring breeze comes year after year.
The cold recedes from the grass roots, and the flowers are also worth worrying about.
Add a poem to this preface, and dry Kun will enter the glass.
There is no thought in the clouds, and the evening is empty.
A thick mountain hut
Year: Song Author: Rao Lu
The mountains are stacked like jade, and there are people in the hut.
Chai Fei is silent and covered with moss, and the academy is leaning against bamboo.
The idle clouds are full of days, and the sound of the morning and evening is loud.
Non-success window paper leaks the moon shadow, and the stone inkstone is full of light.
Wind and dust frequently move between hills and valleys, and there is real happiness here.
When the door is quiet, there should be no vulgar guests, and Mao Shen is not afraid of autumn wind evil.
Talented people can help the Tao, and they must meet the sages, and the sun will shine every day.
Ashamed that I am drifting in a cave, where is the green hill in the hut?
cottage
Year: Song Author: Shu Yuexiang
The hut doesn't mean anything, but it's very cold.
Bai Ou is vast, and there are thousands of yellow birds.
It's snowing under the eaves, and it's cloudy in Pu Tao for thousands of days.
If you need this thing in the old society, if you want to find it in the alley.
cottage
Year: Song Author:
There are three huts, and the spring breeze has sprouted grass.
After the rain accumulated in the old garden, there were not many flowers on the old tree.
Huang is fishing, and the car is full of ancient books.
I'm too lazy to ask mom sang recently.
cottage
Year: Song Author: Xue Ying
The thatched cottage is short of bamboo rafters and does not work hard.
A bird's eye view of lofty ghosts and gods is suitable for future generations.
The ancient meaning is simple, and the wind is dangerous.
Plum blossoms are subtle, and a tree separates the fence.
cottage
Year: Song Author: Yang Fang
Love lives in a house, cooks and smokes.
Let go of * * and go out, and you will be handed down from generation to generation.
The bamboo mourning clouds are deep, and the reed window wears for half a month.
Taoyuan is interesting today, worthy of the blessing of the former sages.
Shimen cabin
Year: Ming Author: Ye
The vines hold the stone gate firmly, and the hut is afraid of the autumn wind.
Fallen flowers and fragrant grass are lonely, and the wind and the sun are rustling.
There are wild horses in the mountains, and everything in the world is a dime a dozen.
If you don't worship singing and dancing, it's easy to plant Artemisia in the spring breeze.
The hut on Xinde West Street
Year: Ming Author: Yuan Kai
Eating meat is cheap, and hungry people dare to talk.
The fox is light and short brown and strangely poor.
I have been displaced since I was secular.
Lincang coastal area in the east and Sanjiang Mae in the north.
When slugs sting, they are horizontal, and whales and catfish are often bullied.
We only saw this lintel at the turn of the century.
The wall is like a Sima, and the leakage is like the original thought.
Neither Chen Pingxi nor Dong Shengman.
Cover or form a wall and weave reeds as a fence.
All the way to Baishagang, when households are in full swing.
In autumn in the distance, Lin Xuan is full of waves.
Rummaging for wild birds, jagged bush branches.
It is an eternal rule to give this level of business.
I'm so sincere. I'm glad Fang is here.