Poetry about the enclosed house 1. Poetry about closed houses
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Maybe I shouldn't stand here.
Should not go deep into these years.
These mud walls and eaves
Some people have lived.
Saturated smoky smell.
Wood smoke is black and rice is white.
Red lips and bright eyes.
Tinkling rain and tears
Arrows shot out, blood spattered.
My heart is full of pain.
I can't put them back one by one
They come from someone's fingertips, footprints.
You can't go back when you get out.
But I really can't afford it.
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Maybe I should come here.
Looking for lost souls.
Mountains in the spring rain, thousands of years ago
Is it this green?
Perhaps, I used to be an egret.
Fly along the undulating curve of the mountains
Knocked down by a cow.
Attracted by mirror-like rice fields
Wings and feathers fall off, wearing hemp fiber.
Catch fish and hunt, bend over to farm.
A group of children, a woman.
Smoke from kitchen chimneys curled up and dogs barked everywhere.
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Maybe, I will leave here eventually.
I can clearly hear my skin cracking.
The sound of loess falling
The starry sky overhead is no longer surrounded by circles.
But loose and invisible.
Ran away and got separated.
The millstone was silent and died by itself.
Strange footsteps are noisy.
No warmth, no roots
Cricket's elegy turned into a crazy rhythm.
Too superficial to have content.
Moved here thousands of years ago.
Roll like a snowball
Rush through the mountains and enter a big river.
Migrated away after thousands of years.
Dissipate like dust.
Leaked quietly, leaving a ruin.
2. Poetry related to residence
The autumn wind broke the hut.
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. 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. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
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!
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The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green.
There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: "What's the matter?"
3. Poems describing houses
Poems describing houses are:
Author Du Fu, Tang Dynasty,
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. 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, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
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 luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
4. Poems with house characters
See you in the rain for the drink offering in Korea. Zhang Ji is not worried about rain, it's dark and dark.
The house is wet and leaking, but the mud is not deep. Thin horses are pitiless, so eat less and be attractive.
When I heard about Master Han, I was still lonely. "Two Diseases in Late Winter" is about the winter wind blowing plants and trees, and also blowing my roots.
My old friend hasn't come for a long time. It's as cold as a garden. Long Qie rub, sigh is not unheard of.
When Gu Wei was young, he didn't care much. The wind clock is far from the pillow, and the snow is frozen.
Empty and subtle, empty and quiet. The brigade was confident and refused to fight back against the attack.
Going down and coming up, the only doubt is lung stones. Shan Tong is stubborn and small. What's the advantage?
Teach the teapot to wash, and the snow hits the adjacent wall. If there is no good posture, it is more suitable for Pei to return.
Plum trees grow early in front of the courtyard, and the flowers turn green when they sit down. The house is old and full of rats, and the windows show the roof.
Recently, things in the chest seem to have lost their efficacy. The micro-singing after micro-singing is vaguely like Zhuang Gan.
Yuan Zhen, who has never died since ancient times, can't remember his name. In this year's capital, the dead are old and young.
Dugu is only forty, and Fang Rongrong is an official. Li San, 39, had a clear voice when he went to court.
Zhao Chang is over eighty and has three generals under his command. Life is different, so is death.
His family cried and loved, one after another. Such lamentations are insignificant.
Tortoise fungus, etc. Even if you die. That's how I got sick, so it's not surprising.
If you die today, you will live your whole life. I don't know what I have achieved after borrowing it for a hundred years.
Besides, I studied Buddhism early, and this is the shape of my house. There is nothing to worry about, whether to go or stay.
The previous life is a trace, and the next life is the future. But if you don't stop thinking, you have no choice.
The dragon dies, and the cicada sings. Hu is a god who gave his life. This person is unknown.
Thank you, love your friend, and give your love to your brother. You can understand this, but you can't listen to what the world says.
The place where Yuan Zhen was born is early spring, and spring is in the clouds. The cage onion is idle and wants to go with the wind.
In the summer, the snow is covered in the corner. Late, lonely, muddy.
Where spring comes early, it comes in the snow. Muddy land, only one by one to meet the wind.
The house became thinner and the center of the pool melted. Since the sorrow is exhausted, who is pretending.
Where spring comes early, there comes the color of the season. The forest is shining in the distance, and the tall trees are in the east wind.
Water freezes into frost and mud melts again. Gradually realize that the remnant snow is thin and close to the most pitiful clump.
Where spring comes early, where spring comes early. The stars are surrounded by darkness, and the smoke is filled with sunshine and wind.
There are many crows in the palace trees, but the towers melt with snow. Fighting for the edge, the umbrella is self-contained.
Where spring comes early, where spring comes early is forbidden. The steps in front of the temple are long and sunny, and the pavilion is full of treasures and kites.
Yaoshu cigarettes are heavy and the sky is bright. Liu Mei lost consciousness, and the blue color has condensed.
Where spring comes early, it comes along the river. The rain turned to Linpu City, and it was sunny and windy.
Asparagus cone is still short, and jade gradually melts. A few times when the boat was full, merchants and women all had eyebrows.
Where spring comes early, spring is in the wild villa. The patient has nothing to do with the sun and his wife is lazy.
Although the weather is warm, the place where I wear it is frozen. Whip cattle outside the county gate to build Can Cong for the soil.
Where spring comes early, it is in the freezer. Still pity the snow and gradually feel the east wind.
The weaver girl's cloud bridge is broken and the waves are beautiful. Then I left sobbing, hating the lotus bushes.
Where spring comes early, it is in the eyes of willows. Buds bloom in the sun, and they are short and contain no wind.
Green eyebrows are heavy, yellow wax tears melt. The blue strips are not closed, and the sorrow has gathered first.
Where spring comes early, there is spring. Ruipai is hard to make snow, and incense is begging for wind.
Long Jiong-qiang complained that Jiang Yao thought of melting. Every year is the most annoying, there is no cluster.
Where spring comes early, it reminds people of birds. The magpie's nest moves to the new year, and the kite feathers spin high.
The wild goose startled the sand and warmed it, while the mandarin duck melted in love the water. The most pitying jade flies into the little beauty bush.
Where spring comes early, it is in the pool. On the day when the ice fell, the water returned to the air.
Liu loves to move, but Mei worries and melts into the tree. Before the grass buds came out, I picked a small cluster.
Where the spring comes early, the spring in the play comes early. Riding firecrackers and fighting cyclones.
Scold the rain and worry, and the ice likes to melt. My daughter did all the needlework and stole five followers.
Where spring comes early, people like it. Although Xiao makeup is close to fire, the sunny play is gradually pity the wind.
If you are lazy in the dark, add wine and consider melting first. Predict the likes and dislikes of flowers and tend to the deepest clusters.
Where spring comes early, it is half asleep and half awake. Seeing light is like seeing fog, smelling rain is like smelling the wind.
My eyes are still full of dreams, and I am afraid that lifting my body will melt. But it became a butterfly with two wings, circling the flowers.
Where spring comes early, it is in the mirror. Cold hands evenly mixed with flour, moving against the curtain wind.
Cebu plum heart drops, melting on the screen. Thinking of being lazy to wash and dress, but empty to pull out the green silk cluster.
Where spring comes early, it is in the house. The sun shines in Yu Pei, and the curtain is cool.
The willows are tender and the plum fragrance is harmonious. Sleeping alone and jealous, stealing acacia bushes.
Where spring comes early, where spring comes old and sick. The steamed soil paste is swollen, and the weather is warm and itchy.
It seems that the skin is spreading and the qi and blood are melting. Add a new year and turn white into clusters.
Where spring comes early, you will think of spring. The traveler's soul surprises the northern geese, and the hometown believes in the east wind.
The heart is gray, but it has not been melted by snow. The unknown opens the sky, and the empty circle does not open.
Where spring comes early, it comes in the rain. The dust is slightly angry and the face is as thin as the wind.
Liucuo cries for pearls, and plum powder sweats. Full of sadness, remember the fragrant bush.
"Spring Pastoral Work" Wang Weijia's garden is full of spring pigeons, and the apricot blossoms are white at the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.
Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.
"Shan Jutu" Wang Jianwu is in the west of the waterfall spring, and there is a stream under the eaves. Close the door to raise wild deer and feed the pheasants separately.
When the laurel tree is ripe, it will harvest the fruit, but Lan Sheng won't do it. At the beginning of the tunnel, the ladder became loose in the depth.
"Shiweng Temple" Wang Jianqing Cliff White Stone is sandwiched in the east of the city, with spring bells attached inside. Mountains and rivers have different snake colors, and the craftsmen of houses and even palaces have the same name.
After the sarong in summer, the eaves lights are black, and the leaves in autumn are red. The poems written by the emperor are always there, and the title of the painting is locked in the niche.
Du Fu's old friend once hid in the East, and he had already included Jinglong. An old friend lives in Meridian Valley now, and lives alone in a hut on a shady cliff.
In front of the house, it's too ancient and mysterious, and it's bluestone desert and often cold. Zigui cries mangosteen crack at night, and the queen mother turns over the cloud flag during the day.
Knowing that this plan will grow, the sloppy days should be long. The iron lock is unattainable and makes you happy.
"Give the king" ancient jade can't find a long way to go, and the door seems to have been closed. The bed is covered with stones and moss, and the roof is covered with autumn grass.
It takes a short time to learn the piano, and it is easy to be late for writing. Only after dusk, there was a clear voice in the stream.
5. What are the poems describing the "wooden house"?
1. Meng Han Golden House. She turned to the returning warbler and could recognize the old green marks on the screen.
Choose a program and lie in the palace, because I caught a glimpse of the cave.
3. Facing the North Lake Pavilion and overlooking Wawu Mountain.
In August, the wind roared, and it swept the triple grass in my house.
In August, the wind roared, and it swept the triple grass in my house.
The following is the original poem:
1. He Xin Lang Meng Leng Jin Wu
Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang
Meng Han Golden House. 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!
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Send Wu Wangshan Wei Wan back to the palace and merge the sequences.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Wei Wan, a native of Wu Wangshan, visited Wu Xiang from Song Dynasty to Song Dynasty, and never met him in a thousand miles. Take the opportunity to visit Taiwan Province, Yongjia and Xiegong Shimen. Later, we met in Guangling. The beauty is that their love for literature has existed since ancient times, and they have traveled overseas, and they have been endowed with poems because of their deeds. Immortals are born in the east and can create a sea of clouds.
Immortals are born in the east and can create a sea of clouds. After a day trip, you will lose yourself alone.
Wei Hou followed the name, and his family talked about the city. Volume Shu into Yuan, traces and ancient sages.
Thirteen squares of literature and history, the pen is like a vibration. Debate Tian Basheng, heart Qilu Lianzi.
It is quite amazing that the west participated in clearing Luoyuan. Pick a program and lie in the palace because I caught a glimpse of the cave.
When you came to Song Feng, there were no two feathered guests. Take the moonlight in the morning and leave the jade window at dusk.
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Visit the Beihu Pavilion in Liyang to see Wawu Mountain, and remember the past and give a tour/message to Meng Haoran.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Facing the North Lake Pavilion, overlooking Wawu Mountain.
When the sky is clear in Wan Li, I feel the autumn wind is still there.
The wanderer held his master and looked up at the moment.
Eyes and colors send Hong Fei, but it is unattainable.
Why did you come to Wuguan?
Wen Youzhen's adopted daughter, Zhenqiong Lishui Bay.
The eyes are clear, and the sun is like a face.
There are five or six piers in the high grave, and the tiger lives in the air.
The ruins of Jiuquan, Fang's name is immortal.
Zixu once begged for food, and this woman poured the pot pulp.
Carry out the item, into the Chu whip flat king.
It's cold between heaven and earth, and if it's frost, it's named.
Strong husband or not, nine times out of ten.
I brush clothes with Jun, and Wan Li soars together.
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The autumn wind broke the hut.
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. 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, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.
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!
6. Poems describing the room
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There is a big box of pear flower marble in the room, in which there are all kinds of celebrity calligraphy stickers, dozens of precious inkstones, all kinds of pen holders, and the pens inserted in the sea are like trees. On the other side is a big Ru kiln flower bag, and a crystal ball is filled with a bag of white chrysanthemums.
In the middle of the Western Wall hangs a large Xiangyang Misty and Rain Map, with a pair of couplets on the left and right, which are Yan's ink. Word cloud: Clouds are idle, and spring scenery is wild. There is a big tripod on the box.
On the left side of the rosewood shelf stood a large plate of a big official kiln, in which dozens of exquisite bergamot were placed. There is a white jade chime hanging on the right side of the foreign lacquer shelf, with a small hammer next to it.
The couch is a step-by-step bed with green embroidery and insects hanging on it. It gives people the impression that the whole place is spacious and dense, full of a natural and elegant book style.
3 slowly open your eyes and see the pink curtains, and the twilight is cool. The top of the head is a tassel gently shaken by the wind.
I moved uncomfortably, only to find that the bed under me was cold and hard. Even though the complicated and colorful clouds spread like water under me, they were always soft but extremely thin. From time to time, there is a fragrance of rosewood, quiet and beautiful.
Next to the couch are windows, exquisite carvings and rare wood. The scenery outside the window is beautiful, including rockeries, ponds, green lotus roots and pink water lilies.
From time to time, a little maid passed by, but the footsteps were light and the conversation was light. There are five main doors, with bucket loach ridges on the top, doors and windows, all of which are finely carved, fresh and elegant, without cinnabar coating. The walls are all water of one color, and the white stone terraces and stony ground below are carved into the pattern of Xifan grass. Looking around, you can see that white stone, like a ghost or a beast, with mottled moss on it. Looking down from the branches of the tree, you can see the snow falling in Qingxi, the stone ridge piercing through the clouds, the white stone as a hedge, the pool surrounded by three stone bridges, and the beast's face vomiting. There is a pavilion on the bridge, surrounded by a powder wall outside the courtyard, surrounded by green willows, three hanging flower doors and a veranda on all sides.
The Yong Road in the courtyard is adjacent, with rocks scattered all over the place, and five buildings are hung with "painted green" plaques. The whole courtyard is magnificent, elegant, colorful and exquisite, and the backyard is full of roses, treasures and pools.
Qin Fangxi meets here and flows out of the Grand View Garden. There is a white stone road that runs through Qinfangxi and leads to the other side. Originally, all sides were carved with exquisite wooden boards, or "a hundred bats floating in the clouds", or "three friends of the old cold", or landscape figures, or feather flowers, or collections, or Bo Gu, or various designs of Wanfu Wanshou, all carved by famous artists and sold with lottery money.
There is a storage room, a tripod, a pen and an inkstone, a vase and a bonsai. There are all kinds of flowers, or the sky is round, or sunflower leaves, or a series of half walls.
It's really colorful and exquisite. Shure five-color yarn paste is actually a small window; Shuercai silk covers lightly, but it is a secluded household.
The wall is covered with grooves dug in the shape of antique toys. Such as piano, sword, hanging bottle, desk screen, etc. Although they are hung on the wall, they are all flush with the wall.
The whole room was covered with crimson Turkish brocade decorated with golden flowers. In the recess of the room, there is something like a sofa with several Arab swords on it. The scabbard is gilded, and the hilt is inlaid with glittering gems. There is a Venetian glass lamp hanging from the ceiling, which is charming in shape and color. The foot is a Turkish carpet that can sink to the ankle; There are some curtains hanging in front of the door, and the other door leads to the second room, which looks magnificent.
I saw that the entrance was a winding veranda, and the stones under the steps overflowed into a road. There are two or three small houses above, one bright and two dark, with beds and chairs inside.
There is a small door from the back and out of the backyard. There are big pears and plantains. There are two minor setbacks.
Suddenly there was a gap under the wall of the backyard and a clear spring appeared. The ditch is only a few feet long, and it is filled in the wall, around the house to the front yard, and around the bamboo forest. The whole room was covered with crimson Turkish brocade decorated with golden flowers.
In the recess of the room, there is something like a sofa with several Arab swords on it. The scabbard is gilded, and the hilt is inlaid with glittering gems. There is a Venetian glass lamp hanging from the ceiling, which is charming in shape and color. The foot is a Turkish carpet that can sink to the ankle; There are some curtains hanging in front of the door, and the other door leads to the second room, which looks magnificent. The room is neat, with a simple bed in the corner, a plaid curtain at one end and a flour-brushed wall at the other.
There are mud bricks underground. Really spotless, but very wet. I don't think I'll do it again after the last wash. The windows in the basement face the street, and blinds are installed for fear of children throwing stones, which are covered with grotesque weeds collected from fences, ditches and fields.
There are herbs hanging everywhere in that room, and the light is blocked; Herbs give off an unpleasant smell when they are air-dried. 10 This room is simple, but it is gorgeous.
The room is round, near the wall, with a circle of fixed benches. On benches, walls and ceilings, there are gorgeous skin, soft as the most expensive carpet. Among them are lion skin with fluffy mane, colorful striped tiger skin in Bangladesh, leopard skin with beautiful spots that appeared in front of Dante, bear skin in Siberia and fox skin in Norway; These cortex layers are stacked, as if walking on the most lush racetrack or lying on the most luxurious bed.
1 1 The dark windows face the same yard and are equipped with the same fence. There is a spider web that may be twenty-five years old between the railings. That piece has been used for 25 years, and it was originally green.
7. Articles about Hakka enclosed houses
Hakka Wei Wu
Hakka enclosure is the main architectural form of ancient Hakka dwellings. Hakka villages in Pingshan town are mainly built in the style of "square house enclosure", with different scales, styles and preservation levels. The most famous ones are the Great Scholar's Residence at Dawanwei, Shitai Temple at Hechangtou, Toyota Scholar's Residence in Toyota Village and so on.
As far as its architectural origin is concerned, Pingshan Hakka wai house belongs to Meizhou Hakka residential series. From the functional point of view, in addition to shielding, it also focuses on defense. Living in a family, surrounded by high walls, with whistle and eye-catching, patrol roads at the top of the wall, similar to the city wall, and towers at the four corners; In site selection, we should not only pay attention to the unity of heaven and man, but also give consideration to feng shui. The Toyota Stone House in Toyota Village is backed by the towering ancient trees in Zhuguling, full of green. In addition, a pool of blue waves rippled in front of the door, no less than Wolong Mountain in the old Shu State, with extraordinary momentum. In terms of architectural structure, enclosure inherits the structure, wall and sloping roof of traditional houses in Central Plains. According to the climate characteristics in the south, the paddock takes "four fans and three rooms" as the basic building unit, forming a home unit with "three halls and two horizontal" as the core. In the plane layout, it is well-defined, symmetrical and has an obvious central axis. The main building is arranged linearly along the central axis, and the foil buildings are located on both sides of the main building. However, it has been hundreds of years since the construction of the Hakka wai house in Pingshan, and its architectural structure and style have also undergone subtle changes. The characteristics of Hakka enclosed houses in Pingshan are as follows: first, the facade of the building inside the wall is no longer a uniform bungalow building, some build a two-story building between the upper hall or the main hall, and some add a half-story attic in the main hall of nave; Second, the idea of separating between the horizontal house and the main house, and between the horizontal house and the horizontal house by patio and roadway is more distinct. The patio became the framework of the hall, and the roadway became the traffic network in the enclosure; Third, the defensive function of some residential buildings has gradually faded, and more attention has been paid to beauty and comfort. The Luling world residence in Pingshan has a strong overseas Chinese hometown style, which can be called a transitional version from a closed house form to a modern residence. Fourthly, as the core of structural enclosure, ancestral temple is no longer emphasized as a rule, and it is also allowed to be built outside the enclosure. For example, the Xinqiao Stone House and its ancestral hall Jiangxia Hall in Kengzi Town (formerly Pingshan Town) are all built outside the enclosure; Fifthly, decorative arts such as sculpture, fresco and painting are paid more and more attention in architecture. Every tile eaves, beams, screen doors, window plaques and gallery walls are all shaped by craftsmen, which is amazing.
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