1. Poems about fences
Poems about fences 1. Poems about fences
1. "Hermitage" Ming Ye Qi
< p> Cangshi Hongquan Shaoyin's house, morning glory spread around the fence.I don’t know how much autumn there is in the path, the cool breeze and the indifferent flowers.
2. "Village Dwelling Part 2" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
Green hibiscus is used as a fence, and chrysanthemums are hung on the eaves.
The horse-drawn carriage cannot reach it, and the woodcutter and herdsman have to deal with each other.
I lie down and read the record of returning to the field, and I walk and listen to the song of hitting the soil.
Youyou can only do this, what can I do with a knife and a saw?
3. "A Picture of a Guest Arriving in the Mountains" Tang Yin, Ming Dynasty
Mangroves and yellow grass in my hometown, dogs barking at the fence in the high mountains.
There is nothing else to do at the village meeting, it must be the time when people come to borrow flowers.
4. "Ten Wonders of the Tian Family" Huayue, Song Dynasty
The village mastiff quickly came out of the fence and stopped barking when it wanted to bark.
It’s not that Wangji is too tame, I stayed at that person’s house that time.
5. "Ode to the Crane" by Miao Jian of the Song Dynasty
The green hills with low bamboo fences look like the home of a hermit in Linquan.
I love the beautiful scenery outside the green window, and the cranes combing through the poplar flowers.
2. Poems about Fence Line
"Pipa Line" The Xunyang River sees off guests on the first night, and the maple leaves and flowers rustle in autumn.
The master dismounted and the passengers were on the boat. He wanted to drink wine without orchestra. It's too late to be drunk and happy to say goodbye. When we say goodbye, the vast river is soaked in the moon.
Suddenly I heard the sound of pipa playing on the water, and the host forgot to return the guest. Who is asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped and it was too late to speak.
Move the boat closer to invite us to meet each other, add wine, turn back the lights, and resume the banquet. After calling for thousands of times, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face.
The three or two sounds of the strings being plucked by the rotating shaft are sentimental before the tune is formed. The strings muffle the sounds and thoughts, seeming to complain of a life of failure.
The formalities of the letter were continued with a low eyebrow, telling all the infinite things in one’s heart. Lightly gathered together, slowly twisted and wiped, then picked again, first "Neon Shang" and later "Liu Yao".
The big strings are noisy like the rain, and the small strings are like whispers. The bullets are noisy and mixed, and big and small beads fall on the jade plate.
The orioles in Guan Guan are talking about the slippery bottom of the flower, and it is difficult to go under the ice of Youyan Spring. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass the sound for a while.
Don’t be sad and resentful. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, the plucked strings are carefully drawn, and the four strings sound like cracking silk. The east boat and the west boat were silent, only the white autumn moon could be seen in the middle of the river.
While he was chanting and plucking the strings, he straightened his clothes and tightened his features. She said that she was originally a girl from the capital city, and her family lived under the tomb of shrimp.
On the 13th, he learned the pipa successfully and became the first member of the teaching group. Qu Ba once taught good people how to dress well, and Qiu Niang was always jealous of her makeup.
The young people in Wuling are struggling with their heads, and they can’t count the number of red silk songs. The silver grate on the tin head was broken into pieces, and the bloody skirt was stained by wine.
This year’s laughter will return to next year’s, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will pass easily. My younger brother left to join the army and my aunt died, so I went to see you in the morning.
There are few horses and pommels in front of the door, and the boss is married to a businessman. Businessmen value profit over separation. The month before last, they went to Fuliang to buy tea.
I kept an empty boat at the mouth of the river, and around the boat the moon was bright and the river was cold. Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth. I cried and cried, and my eyes were red with tears.
I sighed when I heard the pipa playing, and sighed again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people at the end of the world, so why should we have known each other before? I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to Xunyang City where I was sick.
There is no music in the remote place of Xunyang, and the sound of silk and bamboo is not heard all year round. The land where I live near the Huanjiang River is low and humid, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grow around my house.
What did you hear during the day and night? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape moans. On a spring river with flowers facing the autumn moonlight, I often drink wine alone while drinking.
How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, and it is difficult to listen to the hoarse and mocking music. Tonight, hearing your pipa music makes my ears suddenly bright as if listening to fairy music.
Mo Cigen sat down to play a song and translated it for you, "Pipa Xing". I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply.
The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the house is crying after hearing it again. Who among you cried the most? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.
3. Modern poems with fences
The fence in the back village
1
The fence is the wall of the hometown The fence in the back village (Poetry)
These shoulders as stalwart as my father
One of my plastic sandals, patched in three places
In the summer, it gave the childlike ground Climb
Stay on its high branches
One light blue, one lightly sad
On the side of the fence, I miss you quietly
You have been watching this autumn for thirty-four years
At this moment we are connected to the fence of the back village of our childhood (poetry)
But we are relatively speechless.
Our hoarse throats are lonely
Two
The shadow of the fence, stand at attention, take a rest, turn to the left
Leave Niuhua read quietly at dusk, with a calm expression
A pink and white butterfly grasped the last ray of light to practice "sit-ups"
The barking of the fence dog—— The fence of the village behind the cucumbers is exposed (Poetry)
Tomatoes, carrots’ positions.
The wind is high and the moon is dark, there are holes in the fence, and there
That "pockmarked" tomato field
Do you still remember those green and astringent trees? childhood?
Three
When did the fence wall become the tombstone of the village? The Fence in Houcun (Poetry)
The green leaves are luxuriant, and the longing is growing wildly
The autumn wind pulls the white clouds' skirts
I sing high and low again Nursery Rhymes
The vines kept beating my late lovesickness
A few light blue flowers covered my face and wept. .
Four
The Fence in Houcun (Poetry)
Holding the hand of the fence
Let the autumn wind climb my shoulders, privately Breaking into a house
If I could turn into another light blue flower
I would gently shake it a few times
Stand with the village where I grew up Together
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