1. Li Bai’s poem about the tallest building
The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.
Source: This sentence comes from "Staying at the Mountain Temple at Night" by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty. Original text: The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands.
Don’t dare to speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavens. Interpretation: The tall building of the temple on the mountain is so tall, it seems to be a hundred feet tall. People upstairs seem to be able to pluck the stars from the sky with just one hand.
Standing here, I dare not speak loudly for fear of disturbing the gods in the sky. About the author: Li Bai (701-762), courtesy name Taibai and Qinglian Jushi, was a romantic poet of the Tang Dynasty and was hailed as the "Immortal of Poetry" by later generations.
Chengji, whose ancestral home is Longxi (to be tested), was born in Suiye City, Western Region, and moved to Mianzhou, Jiannan Road with his father when he was 4 years old. Li Bai has more than a thousand poems and essays in existence, and the "Collection of Li Taibai" has been handed down to the world.
Died of illness in 762 at the age of 61. His tomb is in Dangtu, Anhui today, and there are memorial halls in Jiangyou, Sichuan, and Anlu, Hubei. 2. Poems and famous aphorisms about houses
★Famous aphorisms about "home"
○Home, the paradise of the world (Germany)
○A bird loves its nest People love their homes (UK)
○Other people’s nests of gold and silver are not as good as your own straw nest
○No harmful bird will dirty its own nest (UK)
○For Adam, heaven is his home; however, for Adam’s descendants, home is their heaven (Votai)
○My house is like to me A castle, and the law cannot drive me out of it---(W. Stoneford)
★ "Home" in Tang poetry
○Once I leave this place, the world will be For home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
○The pillars of my family are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Questions on Cultivation of One's Own Bamboo Barrier")
○Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there is a holy spring with a sacred horse, dragon and turtle. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
○ Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Xianghe Song Ci·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Summer Songs")
○Everyone in the war gathered their bows and arrows, and turned due west to face their hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: A Journey to Liaodong")
○A fisherman is fishing in Feixi Bay, and his boat is from the west to the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
○My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the foreign country is surrounded by white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall")
○Huang Shang Yuanji, the country's family is in peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·The Sixth Song of the Crown Prince")
○The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden in the spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
○Mountains and rivers only ask about objects, and palaces and temples are not homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Holy System of Fenghe First Came out of Luocheng")
○ Furong Qin Di Marsh, Lu Ju Han's homeland. (Song Zhiwen, "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden on a Spring Day")
○The flowers in the forest pond under the moonlight look different than a family in spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei")
○There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to take a boat. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
○Whose family is by the Qiantang River? The daughter on the river is the best flower. (Wang Changling's "The Girl with Shape")
○A solitary sword thousands of miles away, sent to one family across thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○The east house and the west house are sent out at the same time, and it takes less than a month to go north and south. (Li Bai's "Jiangxia Journey")
○1 I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin")
○The Tian family has been plowing, and morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "Yan Qi in the Garden, Sends to Zhaoying Han Mingfu and Master Lu")
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★ "Home" in Tang Poetry
○Once you leave this place, the world becomes your home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
○The pillars of my family are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Questions on Cultivation of One's Own Bamboo Barrier")
○Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there is a holy spring with a sacred horse, dragon and turtle. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
○ Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Xianghe Song Ci·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Summer Songs")
○Everyone in the war gathered their bows and arrows, and turned due west to face their hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: A Journey to Liaodong")
○A fisherman is fishing in Feixi Bay, and his boat is from the west to the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
○My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the foreign country is surrounded by white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall")
○Huang Shang Yuanji, the country's family is in peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·The Sixth Song of the Crown Prince")
○The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden in the spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
○Mountains and rivers only ask about objects, and palaces and temples are not homes.
(Zhang Jiuling's "The Holy System of Fenghe First Came out of Luocheng")
○ Furong Qin Di Marsh, Lu Ju Han's homeland. (Song Zhiwen, "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden on a Spring Day")
○The flowers in the forest pond under the moonlight look different than a family in spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei")
○There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to take a boat. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
○Whose family is by the Qiantang River? The daughter on the river is the best flower. (Wang Changling's "The Girl with Shape")
○A solitary sword thousands of miles away, sent to one family across thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○The east house and the west house are sent out at the same time, and it takes less than a month to go north and south. (Li Bai's "Jiangxia Journey")
○1 I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin")
○The Tian family has been plowing, and morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "Yan Qi in the Garden, Sends to Zhaoying Han Ming Mansion and Master Lu") 3. Poems about houses
1. Once I left this place, I became home all over the world. (Li Shimin "Passing the Old House II" "First")
2. The pillars of my family are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Inscriptions on Cultivation of Oneself Bamboo Barrier")
3. On the side of Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there are divine horses, dragons and turtles. Holy spring. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
4. Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, return to the house of the king of Yue. (Li Bai's "Songs of Xianghe·Midnight Four") "Four Songs of Time·Summer Songs")
5. After the war, each of them put away their bows and arrows, and turned due west to face their hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Liaodong Journey")
6. The fisherman who fishes in the Peixi Bay, and his boat is from the west to the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads: Songs of the Fisherman")
7. My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the white clouds are deep in the foreign country. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall")
8. Huang Shang Yuanji, the state's family is at peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·The Sixth Song of the Crown Prince")
9. The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden in the spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
10. If you only look at things in the mountains and rivers, how can the palace be a home. (Zhang Jiuling's "Fenghe Sheng" "When the system first came out of Luocheng")
11. Furong Qin Dimarsh, Luju Han Homeland. (Song Zhiwen "Spring Banquet in Furong Garden")
12. Lintang Huayue Down here, it’s like a family in spring. (Wang Bo’s “Sitting at Night on Shan Fei”)
13. There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invite me to go out on the boat. (Chu Guangxi’s “Cai Ling Ci”)
14. Whose family is on the bank of the Qiantang River? The daughters on the river are better than flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl")
15. A lone sword thousands of miles away, sent to a family by thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou") )
16. "Ode to Afang Palace" by Du Mu
17. "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" by Wang Bo
18. "The Story of Yueyang Tower" by Fan Zhongyan
19. "Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi
20. "Huang Crane" by Cui Hao
21. "Ode to the Palace of Guanwa" by Fan Chengda
22 . "Ode to Nagato" by Sima Xiangru
23. One of the Poems for Music in the Palace (Li Bai, Tang Dynasty)
Title: Written by imperial edict. The Emperor Ming sat in the Agarwood Pavilion, feeling something and wanting to make music in vain. When he was called in, Bai was already drunk. He poured water on his face from left to right to relax a little. The writing is written with exquisite precision.
The golden house of Xiaosheng is full of purple microorganisms. Mountain flowers are placed in the bun, and carnations are embroidered on the robe.
Every time I leave the deep palace, I always follow the chariot back home. I just worry about the singing and dancing disappearing, turning into colorful clouds flying.
24. The Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind
Du Fu
In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the three thatched roofs of 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. ? A group of children in the south village bullied me into being old and weak, and I was a thief who could not stand it. 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 autumn desert turns dark. 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 and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that cannot stand up to the wind and rain. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death!
25. A poem about high-rise buildings in the northwest
Author: Lu Ji? (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
How tall is the 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. 4. Write a poem describing the house.
○ Once you leave this place, the world becomes your home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
○The pillars of my family are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Questions on Cultivation of One's Own Bamboo Barrier")
○Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there is a holy spring with a sacred horse, dragon and turtle.
(Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
○ Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Xianghe Song Ci·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Summer Songs")
○Everyone in the war gathered their bows and arrows, and turned due west to face their hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: A Journey to Liaodong")
○A fisherman is fishing in Feixi Bay, and his boat is from the west to the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
○My Wuhui family is far away from the green mountains, and the foreign country is surrounded by white clouds. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Great Wall")
○Huang Shang Yuanji, the country's family is in peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·The Sixth Song of the Crown Prince")
○The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden in the spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
○Mountains and rivers only ask about objects, and palaces and temples are not homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Holy System of Fenghe First Came out of Luocheng")
○ Furong Qin Di Marsh, Lu Ju Han's homeland. (Song Zhiwen, "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden on a Spring Day")
○The flowers in the forest pond under the moonlight look different than a family in spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei")
○There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to take a boat. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
○Whose family is by the Qiantang River? The daughter on the river is the best flower. (Wang Changling's "The Girl with Shape")
○A solitary sword thousands of miles away, sent to one family across thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
○The east house and the west house are sent out at the same time, and it takes less than a month to go north and south. (Li Bai's "Jiangxia Journey")
○1 I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin")
○The Tian family has been plowing, and morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "The Garden Rises, Sends to Zhaoying Han Mingfu and Master Lu") 5. What are the poems that describe the house
1. Two poems about Spring in the Mountain House in the Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen's wind is warm and the sun is warm In the spring sunshine, butterflies and bees wander into the house.
Several branches of willows hang low on the trusses, and a patch of mountain flowers falls on the pen bed. At dusk in Liang Garden, crows were flying around, and three or two families were in despair.
No one knows where the garden trees are gone, but when spring comes, the old flowers still bloom. Translation: The spring breeze is soft, the sun is warm, and the spring light fills the eyes. Butterflies and bees fly into the living room from time to time.
A few willow branches in front of the door brushed the clothes hangers, and a piece of mountain flowers fell on the pen bed. The sun has set in the Liang Garden, and there are only a few crows flying around. As far as the eye can see, everything is desolate, with three or two families scattered here and there.
How can you know the trees in the garden? The people have dispersed and lost their prosperity. The annual spring breeze blows again, but they still bloom with the flowers of the past. 2. Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Meng Leng Gold House Song Dynasty: Jiang Jie Meng Leng Gold House.
Sighing at the Qin Zheng and Xihong formation, the plain strings were fluttering with dust. Turning into a delicate oriole and flying back, I still recognize the old green screen window.
It is raining, and the thorn peaches are like bean sprouts. Do you know that this hatred is difficult to level with? It is like a chess game on a Qiongtai platform.
The thin shadow looks like a bright candle. The mandarin tower is broken and the jade from east and west is shed.
It’s hard to predict when the fragrance will show up again. Wait for the palace eyebrows to look like clouds and draw them into a raw silk painting.
I’m afraid, I’m new to makeup. The colorful fans and red teeth are all here today, hating no one, and listening to the Kaiyuan song.
Covering your sleeves with nothing, lean against the cold bamboo. Translation: The golden house in the dream is already desolate. It is a pity that the string pillars arranged diagonally on the Qin Zheng are like flying geese, and the white strings of the Zheng are covered with dust.
She turned into a delicate oriole and flew back, and she could still make out the old green marks on the screen window. There was drizzle blowing outside the window, and the cherries and red beans were round and crystal clear.
This lovesickness, sadness and hatred are hard to calm down. Do you know this? It is like a jade chessboard, playing the chess game ups and downs. The solitary lamp reflected my thin figure, but I always thought the candlelight was too bright.
Yuanyang clinked glasses and drank wine upstairs, and the jade cups broke into pieces and the wine poured out. I would like to ask her whereabouts, when will we meet again? It’s really hard to dislike the beauty with the green hairpin on her head.
She wanted to paint her eyebrows into a slender cloud shape, and the raw silk painting painted her beautiful face, but I am afraid it is not a fashionable new makeup. The colorful fans and dental plates for singing and dancing are all here now, but I wish no one could understand the music of the prosperous Song Dynasty.
Covering your sleeves and wiping away your tears in emptiness, leaning alone against the lonely and cold green bamboo! 3. Two poems written on the wall of the house in Shushan during the Spring Festival Gala. Tang Dynasty: Guanxiu. The firewood gate is silent, the millet and rice are delicious, and the firework in the mountain house is clear in spring. The flowers in the garden are misty and the water is cool, and a child cries out the oriole on the tree.
The water in the fragrant pond is full of black pupil trees, and the mandarin ducks and ducks are like poultry. The ridges in front of the village and behind are deep with mulberry trees, and the neighboring houses to the east and west do not interfere with each other.
In front of the silkworm mother washing her cocoon, the shepherd boy plays the flute and bathes in clothes. The mountain old man stayed with me again and again, and pointed out with a smile that the melons and beans were ripe on the western slope.
Translation Chaimen is quiet, the rice is fragrant in the house, and the smoke from the farmhouse is curling up. After the spring rain, it will clear up the day after tomorrow. The flowers in the courtyard are misty, the water in the mountains is clear, and the children are crying and clamoring for the orioles on the trees.
The black water of the pond is densely covered with cattails, and mandarin ducks and ducks are playing in the water like poultry. There are many luxuriant mulberries in the fields in front of the village and behind the village, and the boundaries between the houses in the east and west are clear and do not invade each other.
The silkworm girl washes her cocoons in the clear stream in front of her, and the shepherd boy plays the piccolo while dressing and bathing in the water. The hospitable mountain man persuaded me to stay here as soon as possible. He pointed to Xipo with a smile and said that the melons and beans were about to mature.
4. Song of The Thatched House Destroyed by the Autumn Wind Tang Dynasty: Du Fu In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the three thatched roofs of 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.
The leakage at the bedside has no place to dry, and the rain has not stopped. Since my period is chaotic 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 and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that cannot stand up to the wind and rain.
Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death! Translation: In the deep autumn of August, the strong wind roared loudly, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flew across Huanhua Creek and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch was entangled in the tall treetops, and the low-flying thatch fell 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 brazenly ran into the bamboo forest holding thatch. I couldn't stop drinking even though I tried my best. When I got home, I leaned on crutches and sighed alone.
Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the gloomy autumn sky gradually turned dark. The cloth quilt was cold and hard as iron after being covered for many years. The child's sleeping posture was not good and the quilt was torn.
If it rains, there will be no dry place in the whole house, and the raindrops will leak down like drooping twine. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have had very little sleep time. How can I wait until dawn after a long night when the house is damp and dry? How can we get tens of millions of spacious houses, universally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile, and the house will not be moved by wind and rain, as stable as a mountain?
Alas! When will such a tall house appear in front of me, I will be willing to die even if my thatched hut is blown apart by the autumn wind and I freeze to death! 5. Qingpingle·Staying Alone at Wang's Nunnery in Boshan Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji 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 scurried around the bed, and bats danced up and down around the dim oil lamp. The strong wind carries the pine waves, roaring like turbulent waves; the heavy rain pours down, beating rapidly on the roof; the window paper is torn by the wind, making a huffing sound, as if talking to itself.
From the north of the Great Wall to the south of the Yangtze River, now she has returned to the mountains and forests, with an old face and white hair. A gust of cold autumn wind blew through the thin quilt, and I suddenly woke up. In front of me, I still vaguely saw thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in my dream. 6. What are some famous poems and aphorisms about houses?
1. Birds love their nests and people love their homes.
2. Others’ golden nests and silver nests are not as good as one’s own straw nest.
3. No pest bird will soil its own nest.
4. For Adam, heaven was his home; however, for Adam’s descendants, home is their heaven.
5. My house is like a castle to me, and the law cannot drive me out of it --- (W. Stoneford)
Poems about houses:
p>1. Once you leave this place, the world becomes your home. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems on Passing the Old House")
2. The pillars of my family are declining, and I am worried about coming to learn Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Ti Cheng Xiu Ji Bamboo Barrier")
3. Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, there is a holy spring with a sacred horse, dragon and turtle. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Chapter 2")
4. Return to the boat without waiting for the moon, and return to the Yue Wang family. (Li Bai's "Xianghe Song Ci·Four Songs at Four O'clock in the Midnight·Summer Songs")
5. Huang Shang Yuan Ji brings peace to the country. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·The Sixth Song of the Crown Prince")
6. The Tian family has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden in the spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Poems on the Spring Festival Evening Villa")
7. Mountains and rivers are only about objects, and palaces and temples are not homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Fenghe Holy System First Came out of Luocheng")
8. Whose family is on the bank of the Qiantang River? The daughters on the river are all better than flowers. (Wang Changling's "The Girl with Shape")
9. A lonely sword thousands of miles away, sent to a family across thousands of peaks. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
10. I went to Changsha to move to Changsha, but when I looked west to Chang'an, I didn't see my home. (Li Bai's "Listening to the Flute Playing on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Lang Zhongqin")
11. The Tian family has been plowing, and morning smoke rises from the well house. (Wei Yingwu's "Yan Qi in the Garden, Send to Zhaoying Han Mingfu and Master Lu") 7. What are the poems describing the house?
1. The high autumn wind in August rolled 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. ——"Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: In August, the autumn was deep, 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.
2. The sunset is getting dusk through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears.
——"Spring Resentment" Liu Fangping (Tang Dynasty)
Interpretation: The sunshine outside the screen window fades, and dusk gradually falls; I lock the beautiful house, and no one can see my sad tears.
3. The music room is full of pearls and emerald green, and the deep lane has orchestral tune. ——"Youth Journey" Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)
Definition: The bead curtain is closed in the secret room, and music is playing in the long alley.
4. Build a pavilion to the north of the hall, and dig a pond to the south to divert water and plant trees to serve as a resting place. ——"Xiyu Pavilion" Su Shi (Song Dynasty)
Definition: A pavilion was built to the north of the main hall, and a pond was dug to the south to attract running water, and trees were planted to serve as a resting place. .
5. The high gate is built in a jagged place, and the two floating towers are almost too clear. ——"Ode to Tongque Terrace" by Cao Zhi (Wei and Jin Dynasties)
Explanation: This is really a majestic and tall building, and the high platforms on both sides seem to be floating in space. 8. What are the ancient poems describing houses?
1. "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled 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 millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that does not stand up to wind and 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 it 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.
9. Verses praising the White House
The most beautiful thing about spring is the willows all over the imperial capital
Sleeping in spring without waking up, hearing birds singing everywhere
I don’t know how to read it carefully Who cuts it out? The spring breeze in February is like scissors. "Ode to the Willow" by He Zhizhang of the Tang Dynasty
12. The flowers in the forest are falling after being swept away, and the paths are still alive after being trampled by the grass. Tang Meng Haoran's "Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring"
13. In February, the lake water is clear, and every spring bird sings. Tang Yu Haoran's "Nine Phases of the Happy King in Spring"
14. I heard that Daochun had not met yet, so I walked by Hanmei to visit for news. Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Early Spring Letter to Wang Hanyang"
15. The plum blossoms are gone in the cold snow, and the spring breeze returns from the willows. "Eight Poems for Palace Music" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
16. The east wind returns with spring, sending flowers on my branches. Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Recollections of the Setting Sun in the Mountains"
17. The east wind sprinkles rain and dew, bringing spring to the world. Tang Dynasty Li Bai's "Send Qi Ang to Bazhong"
18. In February and March of Xianyang, the palace willows have golden branches. "Ancient Style" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
19. If the spring grass is sentimental, the mountains are still green.
Tang Li Bai's "Kinmen Reply to Su Xiucai"