Poems describing old residences

"Passing the Former Residence"

Author: Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty

Open a new house in retrospect, and support the family around the hometown.

The things left behind are left alone, and the road is empty.

The wild fruits are cold, the forest is silent, and the wild flowers are warm in the afternoon.

I can’t forget the old place, and I feel ashamed to stay in Sangmen.

Inscription on a humble house

Author: Liu Yuxi

The mountain is not high, but it is famous if there are immortals. 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 moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains. 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 is so shameful?

"Title on the Former Residence" - Weng Chengzan

The first one is the goose and two consecutive flowers, the third one looks at Qinghu Lake and the four sloping rocks.

Only Linghu ranks fifth, but in front of the mountain is the Zaichen family.

Farewell to all relatives in Chaling

Author: Zhang Zhi

We left our hometown while weeping to say goodbye to our relatives.

People who have passed through the Xiangshui River in Ming Dynasty should be from people farther away.

The rain invades the mountains and the trees bloom, and the flowers fall in spring.

What's the matter with holding a hairpin in your arms? Your hair is white and your hair is new.

"Returning to the Old Residence"

Era: Wei and Jin Author: Tao Yuanming

I went to Beijing from my former home and returned after six years.

Come back today, full of sympathy and sorrow.

The streets will remain the same, but the towns and houses may have changed.

The former residence of the Zhou Dynasty was restored by the old man next door.

Looking for the traces of the past step by step, there is a special place to stick to.

In the hundreds of years of fantasy, the cold and the hot days alternate.

I am always afraid that my strength will be exhausted and my strength will not fade away.

Put it aside and don’t think about it. You can drink it and chat with it.