Poems about trees and houses 1. What poems describe houses?
1, autumn wind whistling in August, rolling my hair. 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 hut was blown by the autumn wind" Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Commentary: In the late autumn of August, the wind roared, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew across Huanhuaxi and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch floats and sinks into ponds and depressions.
2, the screen window is getting sunset, and no one in the golden house sees tears. -"Spring Complaint" Liu (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: the sunshine outside the screen window fades and the dusk gradually falls; Lock up the mansion, and no one will see my sad tears.
3. Harmonious curved houses and deep alley orchestral music. -"Youth Travel" Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: The bead curtain is closed in the secret room, and music is played in the long lane.
4. In the north of the main hall, the pavilion is the boundary, while in the south, ponds are dug, drainage and trees are planted as a resting place. -"Xi Yu Ting Ji" Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Commentary: A pavilion was built in the north of the main hall, and a pond was dug in the south to draw running water and plant trees as a resting place.
5, the building of Gaomen is a bit awkward, and the floating double is too clear. -"Tongquetai Fu" Cao Zhi (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
Interpretation: This is really a magnificent and tall building, with high platforms on both sides as if floating in space.
2. What are the poems describing the house?
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There are several wickers and low hangers, and a mountain flower pen bed. There are crows flying in Liangyuan at dusk, and there are three or two families in the order.
I don't know how many people will go, but old flowers are coming. Spring breeze is soft, sunshine is warm, and spring ripples everywhere. Butterflies and bees fly into the hall from time to time.
A few wickers in front of the door brushed the clothes rack, and a mountain flower fell on the pen bed. The sun has set in Liangyuan, and only crows are flying around, looking at the depressions everywhere, and there are three or two houses scattered.
Trees in the garden, how can you know that people have lost their prosperity, and the annual spring breeze has blown, and flowers are still in full bloom. 2. He Xin Lang Menghan Golden House Song: Golden House in Jie Jiang, Meng Han.
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! The golden house in the dream is already desolate. It's a pity that the strings on the kite are flying like flies, and the white strings on the kite are covered with dust.
She turned into a charming warbler and flew back, and she could recognize the old green scars on the screen window. It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and cherries and red beans are round and crystal clear.
This kind of lovesickness is hard to calm down. Do you know that?/You know what? Like a jade board, playing the ups and downs of chess. The solitary lamp reflects my thin figure and always feels that the candlelight is too bright.
Yuanyang clinks glasses and drinks upstairs, while jade cups break wine. When will she meet again? It is difficult to find the beauty of cuichai.
If you want to paint Gong Mei in the style of thin clouds, it is probably not a fashionable new makeup to describe her beautiful face with an unprocessed picture. Colorful fans, singing and dancing teeth plates are all here now, but I hate that no one can understand the music of Da Song Longsheng.
In vain, cover your sleeves and wipe your tears, relying on lonely bamboo! 3. In the Spring Festival Evening, there are two Tang poems hanging on the wall of Shushan's home: Chai Men, Guan Xiu, silent fragrance, fireworks in Shanjia, and the sun is shining in the spring rain. The flowers in the yard are misty and clear, and the children are crying for Oriole in the tree.
Shui Xiang Tang Heipu Sensen, Yuanyang? Just like poultry. The fields in front of the village are lush with mulberries, and the boundaries between the east and the west are clear and non-aggression.
Women wash cocoons in front of the clear river, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and bathes and changes clothes in the water. Shan Weng hospitably asked me to stay, and smiled and said to Xipo that the melon beans should be ripe.
Chai Men was silent. The rice in the room was delicious, and it cleared up after the spring rain. The flowers in the courtyard are fragrant and the water in the mountains is clear. The children cried and clamored for the oriole in the tree.
Black water fragrance in the pond, dense cattail grass, mandarin duck? Swallows play in the water like poultry. There are many mulberry trees in the fields in front of and behind the village, and the boundaries between the east and the west are clear and non-aggression.
The sericulture girl washes cocoons in the Qingxi ahead, and the shepherd boy plays piccolo and dresses and bathes in the water. Shan Weng hospitably retained me, smiling and pointing to the ripe melon and bean on the west slope.
4. The cabin was broken by the autumn wind. Tang Dynasty: Du Fu growled in August and autumn, and rolled up my Sanhe grass. 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. What's the point of getting wet all night? There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains.
Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone! In August, the deep wind roared, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew over Huanhuaxi and scattered across the river. The high-flying thatch is wrapped around the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch flaps its wings and sinks into ponds and depressions.
A group of children in Nancun bullied me, because I was old and had no strength, so I had the heart to be a "thief" to rob things face to face and ran into the bamboo forest with a thatch in my arms. I kept talking, and when I got home, I sighed alone on crutches.
Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the autumn sky became dark and misty. The cloth quilt has been covered for many years, cold and hard, like an iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good and the quilt is broken.
In case of rain, there is no dry place in the whole house, and the rain keeps leaking down like drooping hemp thread. I haven't slept much since the Anshi Rebellion. The house is wet and dry. How can we get through the night? How to get thousands of spacious houses, generally shelter the world's poor, make them smile, encounter wind and rain, the house is also as stable as Mount Tai.
Alas! When will such a towering house appear in front of me? At that time, even if my hut was blown down by the autumn wind and froze to death, I would be willing! 5, Qingping Ledushan Boshan Wang Shi Temple Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji hungry rats around the bed, bats turn on the lights and dance. 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.
Hungry mice ran around the bed and bats jumped up and down around the dim oil lamp. The wind mixed with pine trees roared like a raging wave; The rain poured down and beat on the roof; Enough paper was torn by the wind, whistling, as if talking to himself.
From Saibei to Jiangnan, I am now hiding in the mountains, my face is old and my hair is white. A cold autumn wind blew through the thin quilt and woke up suddenly. It was Wan Li's dream.
3. Seek poems describing flowers, ponds, fruit trees and winter houses respectively.
Flowers:
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers, and thousands of them are low. Tang Du Fu's Solitary Search for Riverside Flowers
When drinking under the porch, hibiscus blooms all around. Tang Wang Wei's pavilion in the middle of the lake
The bamboo river is not green, but the lotus flower is fragrant in the mirror. Tang Li Bai's "Not Existential"
Round lotus floating leaves, fine wheat falling light flowers. Tang Du Fu's For Agriculture
The new lotus flowers on the stream are exposed to the water, and the greenhouse is half red and half white. Facing the Mountain by Myitsone's friend
There are no catkins in the wind, only sunflowers open to the sun. Song Sima Guang's "Early Summer in Guest"
A little bit of thick green, a little bit of red, don't need too much touching spring scenery. Wang Song Anshi's Pomegranate Flower Ode
A thousand pieces of red Xia Yingming and a hundred crimson lights are bright. Bai Juyi's Mudan Square
According to the ground, the Jinxiu Festival opens at the beginning, when the wind doesn't knot the blue musk deer sac. Bai Juyi's Mudan Square
The next day, the lotus leaf was not blue, and the color of the lotus was different. Song Yang Wanli "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang"
Ying Ye is sentimental and ashamed, and lying in the flowers is hard to make up. Bai Juyi's Mudan Square
Burn a hundred red flowers and press five bundles of vegetarian food. Bai Juyi's "Qin Zhongyin" Tenth "Buy Flowers"
Begonia began to rain last night, and several flowers were light and delicate. Hua Xiao Tu by Tang Yin (Bohu) in Ming Dynasty
Pond:
The silence of spring is because I don't want a long stream of water, and the shadow reflected on the water is like sunny days and breezes. Yang Wanli's small pool
There is no scenery in the forest and the water is cool. Bai Juyi's Two Small Pools
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast. Zhu's Reading Thought in Southern Song Dynasty (I)
Ask where the canal is so clear, because there is running water at the source. Zhu's Reading Thought in Southern Song Dynasty (I)
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. Zhao Shixiu's "Visiting the Southern Song Dynasty"
Spring grass grows in the pond and garden willows become songbirds. Xie Lingyun in the Southern Dynasties "Climbing the Pool Upstairs"
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk." Lin Bu's Xiao Mei in the Mountain Garden in the Northern Song Dynasty
In the pond, the grass is fragrant and the orchids are attacking you. You Chuntu by Don Yang Shidao
The pond is dipped in tobacco, and the curtains are hanging. Song Liu Yong's second poem "Hundred Flowers for Brilliance"
Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind. The moral of Song Yan Shu (untitled)
The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one. Zhou Bangyan's "Su Mu Zhe" in the Northern Song Dynasty
Dongjiatan is endless and tree-lined. Joan's Lotus Pond
Fruit tree:
Peach blossoms fall, and yellow birds fly with Bai Niao. Du Fu's Qu Jiang Du Jiu
The grass is green, the willows are yellow, and the peach blossoms are messy. Jia Zhi's Spring Thought
Peach is full of rain, willow is full of spring smoke. Wang Wei's pastoral
Peach blossoms follow the running water all day. Where is the cave in Qingxi? Zhang Xu's Peach Blossom Creek
Peach blossoms are full of fallen leaves, and flowers are full of red leaves. Cao Xueqin's Peach Blossom Luck
The trees are full of beautiful red flowers. The Peach Blossom by Tang Wurong
The girlfriends are white, the pears are thin and the leaves are red. Looking at the Winter Suburb by Tang Dynasty
Most like a widow, with white makeup sleeves and a blue gauze skirt. Don Bai Juyi's Pear Flowers by the River
The powder is light and fragrant, and the family is clear, and peaches and plums are not allowed to occupy the years. Song Luyou's Pear Blossom
Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Magnolia by Song Qi in the Northern Song Dynasty
Muscle subdivides red veins, and fragrance breaks purple buds. Tang Sikong's Two Apricot Flowers in the West of the Village
Red flowers bloom and snowflakes multiply, and the overlapping heights are full of small gardens. Tang Wen Ting Yun's apricot blossom.
Winter house:
Thousands of households have snowflakes floating, and a little silence falls into the tile ditch. Tang Zhuwan's Happy Snow in Chang 'an
The light contains the clear sky garden, and the light surrounds the royal building. Tang Zhuwan's Happy Snow in Chang 'an
Hearing the wind blowing through the window, Zhu Cong shook the window and pushed open the door to see the snow-capped mountains. Tang Wang Wei's Memories of Hu Jushi's Snow House on a Winter Night
Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. Liu Changqing's Lotus Mountain Master in the Snow
Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white. Long article "Snow"
Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees. Chun Xue of Han Yu
4. Poems about houses, grass, ponds, trees, blue sky, white clouds and flowers.
Xiao Chun (Meng Haoran)
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
How many fallen flowers are there?
Ancient poems describing spring
Liu Yong (He)
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk tapestries hang down.
I don't know who cut off the thin leaves,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Ancient poems describing spring
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night (Du Fu)
Good rain knows its correct time;
When spring comes.
The wind blows its mouth at night;
Moisturize things silently.
Dark clouds filled the wild lane;
The fire of a river boat is unique.
Dawn sees saturated red;
Flowers weigh heavily on Jinguan City.
Ancient poems describing spring
Guanniaoxi (Wang Wei)
When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall,
The night is quiet and the mountains are empty.
The moon is full of surprises,
It rings in the spring stream.
5. What is the content and author of the ancient poem "Tree Residence"?
Cunju
High set
In February, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke.
The children came back from school early, so they were busy flying kites in the east wind.
[Author]
Gao Ding (the year of birth and death is unknown) was born in Qiantang (now Hangzhou, Zhejiang) and was a poet in the Qing Dynasty.
[Notes]
1. Brush the embankment: It describes that the willow branches are long and drooping, as if touching the embankment.
2. drunk: used as a verb, that is, intoxicated.
3. Spring smog: The fog evaporated between Shui Ze and the vegetation.
4. Paper kite: kite: an eagle; Kites are kites.
[translation]
The grass is green and the orioles are flying. It is early spring in February, and the willows gently brushing the shore are intoxicated by the smoke. The children in the country came back from school early. They flew kites happily in the east wind. What the author shows in his poem is the beautiful scenery in early spring and February. The first two sentences describe the natural scenery in the south of the Yangtze River in February, and personify the still willow with a word "fu" and a word "drunk". The last two sentences describe the scene of children flying kites after school, depicting the innocence of children and reflecting the vitality of spring.
Qingpingle Village Residence ①
Xin Qiji
Mao Yan (2) is low and small, with green grass growing by the stream. When he was drunk, Wu Yin was good at flattery, and when he was white-haired, he was young.
The eldest son hoes beans, and the middle son weaves chicken coops. I like children's scoundrels best. 7. I lay at the head of the stream and peeled off the lotus.
To annotate ...
① Village Residence: selected from Jia and Short Sentences. Qingpingle, epigraph name. Village residence, the title of the word.
Mao Yan: It refers to the hut.
③ Wu Yin: The author lives in Shangrao in the east of Jiangxi Province, which was Wu's territory in ancient times, so the dialect in this area is called Wu Yin.
4. Like each other: Tell each other what you like.
⑤ Cut beans: cut grass in the bean field.
6 weaving: weaving.
⑦ Rogue: This means naughty.
The general idea of ancient characters
The house is thatched with low eaves; There is a stream in front of the door, and the green grass is lush on the shore, and the green water and grass set each other off, which is even more lovely. I don't know whose two gray-haired old couples had a few drinks, and then they talked in authentic local dialects, pleasing each other and having a gentle and affectionate tone.
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field in Hedong, the second son is knitting a chicken coop, and only my favorite naughty little son is crawling and peeling lotus flowers by the river.