Poetry about the room 1. Poetry about the living room
Liu Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription" is not high, but the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual. I am humble, but virtuous and fragrant. The moss marks on the upper steps are green, and the grass in the curtains is green. I laughed and laughed at Confucian scholars, but I didn't have Ding Bai. I can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion of silk and bamboo, and there is no strain of the case. Zhuge Lu, Nanyang returned to the garden, which has no rhyme, and its sex post. After falling into the dust net by mistake, I have been in love with Lao Lin for thirty years. When he reclaimed wasteland in the south, he returned to the garden. There are more than ten acres of square houses and eighty-nine huts. The eaves of Liu Yin are covered with elms, and in front of Luotang, Li Tao, there are warm distant villages and Yiyi market. Return to nature. Back to the garden house, the second scene was deserted, and there were few people in the poor lane. I hide the scenery in the daytime, but I want to forget the dust in the empty room. When I was in the market, I was wearing grass. There is nothing to talk about when I meet you. Sang Ma has a long way to go. Summer has a long life and my land is vast. I'm often afraid of frost coming, just like grass.
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There is no case (dú).
Zhuge Lu in Nanyang. This day is still Chai Men closed, and the pure mind blocks the vulgar thoughts.
In the music of reviving the market. Si is a simple room, and there are few martingales in poor lanes.
I'm drinking my newly cooked wine, and two chickens attract the latest game. It is dark in the room.
There is no confusion of ears. I want to open up wasteland in Minamino and keep my humility to the fields.
The square house is more than ten acres, empty and full of grass. Trapped in a cage without freedom for a long time, I finally returned to the forest today.
Back to the garden. Second, there are few people in the wild. Willow trees cover the eaves, and peach trees cover Li Lieman in front of the hospital.
There are 89 huts in the warm village of Ren Yuan. Tao Yuanming loves birds and forests, and he is talented when he meets me.
Inscription of the green hut on the moss mark Liu Yuxi's mountain is not high. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university.
You can tune the pipa for 30 years, smoke in the Yiyi market and study in Jin Dian. Kong Ziyun: What's the matter, Ziyun Pavilion in Xishu? Returning to the pastoral home, one branch has no rhyme, and nature loves Qiushan.
If you slip into the dust net, the fish in the pool will lose its source, and the salary will replace the candle. Several dogs barked in the alley, and the mulberry tree was barked by a rooster.
The house is clean and tidy. When we meet, we don't talk about worldly affairs, only that the garden is long in Sang Ma.
My field is growing higher and higher, and my cultivated land is expanding day by day. Always afraid of frost, just like grass.
Returning to the pastoral home, the fifth disappointment hates being alone, and the rugged calendar is hazel. The mountain stream is shallow and has the name of a fairy.
The water is not deep, the dragon works as a spirit, and the grass is green in the curtain.
3. Poems about windows
Lin 'an Chunyu (Luyou)
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.
The quatrains (the third of four) (Du Fu)
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.
Yaochi (Li Shangyin)
The Queen Mother of the West opened the window on the Yaochi; The voice of bamboo songs is very sad.
Eight-horse car, traveling three thousand miles a day; Zhou Muwang, why didn't the default come again?
A short message to a friend in the north on a rainy night (Li Shangyin)
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night?