What are the poems describing the beautiful courtyard?

Poems describing beautiful courtyards are:

1, "How Deep is the Courtyard" Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted.

Interpretation of vernacular Chinese: the courtyard is deep. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers.

2. "The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is deep in spring" Song: Li Qingzhao

The idle windows in the yard are deep in spring, and the heavy curtains are not heavy. Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.

The clouds around the distant peaks look like dusk is coming, and the breeze in the dusk stirs the drizzle and plays with the hazy light clouds. The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.

Explain in vernacular Chinese: If you see the spring scenery in the yard through the window, it will pass away. Layers of heavy curtains are not rolled up, and there are many shadows in the dark boudoir. I leaned against the embroidered building and fiddled with the lyre quietly. There are clouds on the mountain peaks in the distance, as if dusk is coming. The evening breeze is blowing drizzle and fiddling with the yellow light clouds. The pear blossoms in the yard are about to wither, and I'm afraid even the oblique wind and drizzle are unbearable.

3. "Bodhisattva Man Qingtaiwei Wuhu Wall Courtyard" Song Dynasty: Chen Ke

The green grass wall surrounds the moss courtyard, and the atrium is faded with banana rolls.

Butterflies fly up the stairs, and the curtains hang freely.

Jade hook bilingual face, biography.

A few winnowing sound, Chun Lv window light sleep.

Explain in vernacular Chinese: A grassy fence surrounds a mossy yard. Ye Er is rolling bananas in the yard. Butterflies took off on the steps, and the curtains fluttered freely in the breeze. A pair of swallows are whispering on the curtain hook of white jade, and the catkins of poplar are floating around the borehole wall. From several places, there was a playful sound of winnowing money for the play, and there was a dream of spring in the green window.