1. What are the poems about fences?
What are the poems about fences? 1. What are the poems about fences?
1. Cangshi Hongquan Shaoyin’s Family , morning glory spreads around the fence. "Hermitage" by Ye Ziqi of the Ming Dynasty
2. The green hills with low bamboo fences look like the home of a hermit in Linquan. "Ode to the Crane" by Miao Jian of the Song Dynasty
3. The moss and wild vines cling to the fence, and the guests are suspicious of not being at home. Liu Kezhuang of the Song Dynasty, "Ten Poems on Writings at the End of the Year"
4. The village mastiff quickly came out of the fence and stopped barking if he wanted to. "Ten Wonders of the Tian Family" by Huayue of the Song Dynasty
5. The fence is red after the rain, and the sun is red at night, and the blue is set against the autumn sky. "Morning Glory" by Dong Sigao of the Song Dynasty
6. Mangroves and yellow grass in my hometown, dogs barking at the fence in the high mountains. Ming Dynasty Tang Yin's "Picture of Guests Arriving in the Mountains"
7. Green hibiscus is used as a fence, and dills are hung on the eaves. "Village Dwelling Part 2" by Wang Mian of the Yuan Dynasty
8. Hibiscus fence. Igloo plum. Yuan Ming edition "Xingxiangzi·Da Hibiscus Fence"
9. In front of Maodianer, behind the bamboo fence, horizontal branches are first seen. Song Dynasty Zhao Changqing's "Willow Shaoqing·Seeing Early Plum Blossoms across Holang Stone"
10. The flowers are not in full bloom, but the fun of being independent and sparse is not exhausted. "Cold Chrysanthemum" by Zheng Sixiao of the Song Dynasty
2. What are the poems about fences
1. [Ming] Zi Ziqi's "Hermitage"
Original text excerpt:
Cangshi Hongquan Shaoyin's house, morning glory spreads around the fence.
Definition:
Cyan is the red color of the stone, the spring water is like a fairyland scene, there are few hermits here, and morning glory vines grow around the fence.
2. [Song Dynasty] Miao Jian's "Ode to the Crane"
Excerpt from the original text:
The green hills with low bamboo fences look like a hermit's home in Linquan.
Definition:
The green mountains, slender bamboos and short fences seem to be a secluded place by the spring in the forest.
3. [Ming Dynasty] Tang Yin's "Picture of a Guest Arriving in the Mountains"
Excerpt from the original text:
My hometown is surrounded by mangroves and yellow grass, and dogs bark at the fence in the high mountains.
Definition:
Red leaves and yellow weeds, old houses in the mountains and fields, dogs in the mountains barking through the fence at noon.
4. [Song Dynasty] Liu Kezhuang's "Ten Letters at the End of the Year"
Excerpts from the original text:
The moss and wild vines climb the fence, and the guests are suspicious of not being at home. .
Definition:
Moss and wild vines climbed up the deserted fence. Seeing this, the guests suspected that the owner was no longer at home.
5. [Yuan Dynasty] Wang Mian's "Village Dwelling Part 2"
Excerpt from the original text:
Green hibiscus serves as a fence, and daisies hang from the eaves.
Definition:
Hibiscus is used as a fence, and cloves are hung on the eaves of thatched houses.
3. What are the poems containing "fence"
1. "A Guest Arrives in the Mountains" by Tang Yin, a poet of the Ming Dynasty, in his hometown of Mangrove and Yellow Maoye, and at the high mountain dogs bark at the fence.
There is nothing else to do at the village meeting, it must be the time when people come to borrow flowers. 2. Song Dynasty poet Miao Jian's "Ode to the Crane" The green hills with low bamboo fences look like a hermit's home in Linquan.
I love the beautiful scenery outside the green window, and the cranes combing through the poplar flowers. 3. Song Dynasty poet Liu Kezhuang's "Ten Writings at the End of the Year" I was too lazy to go out and copy books every day, and wrote by the small window until dusk.
The maids and maids were busy mixing the powder, not caring about the muddy water of the inkstone. 4. Song Dynasty poet Hua Yue's "Ten Family's Ten Wonders" The eyebrows have no ink and the lamp is burned, and the palace makeup and green flowers are not recognized.
The Dongfeng laughs at each other and teases each other, secretly holding the skirt around the waist. 5. "Morning Glory" by Dong Sigao, a poet from the Song Dynasty. The fence is red with the evening sun after the rain, and the blue sky is dotted with dyers in the autumn sky.
The stars on the river drum are tall and the flowers are beautiful, and the smoke on the baht clothes is beautiful in the west wind. The fragrant flowers are painted with ginger color, and the vines lead the cool posture into the bean bushes.
Because the stamens are still divided into black and white, how can this flower be the same as Yi Yang? What does the ancient poet mean by writing the fence into his poem? Fence has been synonymous with rural people since ancient times. When the poet writes about the fence, he is also writing about the rural scenery, creating a sense of sight of the beautiful countryside.
4. Poems praising the fence
"Xugongdian, Suxin City"
Yang Wanli
The fence is sparse and deep. ,
The flowers on the trees have fallen but not yet formed shade.
The children hurriedly chased the yellow butterflies,
They flew into the cauliflower and were nowhere to be found
"Pipa Tour" The first night in the Xunyang River saw off guests, and the maple leaves and flowers rustled in the autumn. The host dismounted and was on the boat. He raised his wine and wanted to drink without the orchestra. He was too drunk to say goodbye happily, and the vast river was soaked in the moon. Suddenly he heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host Forgot to return home and did not say anything. Who is the one who is looking for the sound and asking secretly? The sound of the pipa stopped, and I was too late to speak. I moved the boat closer to invite each other, added wine, turned on the lights, and started the banquet again. After calling for a long time, I came out, still half-hiding my face with my pipa in my arms. I plucked the strings three or two times on the spindle, and there was emotion before the tune was formed. He muffled his voice and thought, as if he was complaining about his failure in life. He lowered his eyebrows and continued to play the formalities, saying all the infinite things in his heart. He slowly twisted and picked it up slowly, which was first "Neon Shang" and then "Six Yao". The big strings were noisy and urgent. In the rain, the small strings are like whispers. The noisy strings are intertwined, and the big and small beads fall on the jade plate. The orioles are whispering in between, and the flowers are slippery, and the springs are flowing under the ice. The ice spring is cold and the strings are condensed, and the condensation will never pass. The sound is paused. .Don’t be sad and hateful. Silence is better than sound at this time. The silver vase is broken, water slurry bursts out, and the cavalry protrudes, swords and guns are heard. At the end of the song, the plucking is carefully drawn, and the sound of the four strings is like a crack of silk. The boats in the east and west are silent, only seeing The autumn moon is white in the heart of the river. I am deep in thought while playing the plucking strings, straightening my clothes and concentrating my face. She says that she is originally a girl from the capital, and her family lives under the toad mausoleum. At the age of thirteen, she learned the pipa and became the first player in the teaching. Teach good talents to wear clothes, and the makeup is always jealous of Qiu Niang. Young people in Wuling are tangled in their heads, and there are countless red ribbons. The silver grate on the tip of the hair is broken, and the blood-colored skirt is stained by wine. This year's laughter will be followed by the next, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be spent easily. My brother left to join the army and my aunt died, and the color of the morning and evening was the same. There were few horses and horses in front of the door. The boss married a merchant's wife. The merchants parted ways, and the month before last, I went to Fuliang to buy tea. I came and went to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boats, and the moon was shining brightly around the boats. The river was cold. . Late at night, I suddenly dreamed about my youth, and I was crying and my eyes were red with tears. I sighed when I heard the pipa, and I sighed again when I heard the words. We are both fallen people in the world, so why should we know each other before we meet! I resigned from the imperial capital last year and was relegated to the city of Xunyang where I was sick. There was no music in Xunyang, and I never heard the sound of silk and bamboo all year round. I lived near the Huanjiang River in a low-humidity place, and yellow reeds and bitter bamboos grew around the house. What did I hear during the morning and evening? The cuckoo crows and the blood ape moans. The flowers on the spring river meet the autumn moonlit night, and I often drink wine alone. How can there be no folk songs and village flutes, which are hard to listen to? Hearing your pipa tonight is like listening to fairy music, and my ears are temporarily bright. Do not say more. I sit down to play a song, and I will translate it for you, "Pipa Xing". I have been standing for a long time because of my words, but sitting down makes the strings turn sharply. The sound is not as sad as the forward sound, and everyone in the seat is crying after hearing it again. Who in the seat weeps the most ? Jiangzhou Sima's green shirt is wet.
Ye Shaoweng's "Visiting the Garden Is Not Worth It":
Ying Lian's teeth are imprinted with green moss, and the small buckle firewood door cannot be opened for a long time.
The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be shut in, a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall
5. Modern poetry with fences
The fence in the back village
1
The fence is the fence of the village behind the wall of my hometown (Poetry)
The shoulders as stalwart as my father
One of my plastic sandals, The summer with three patches
was left to climb with innocence
and remained on its high branches
A light blue flower, A lightly sad flower
On the side of the fence, on the other side, I miss you quietly
You have been watching this autumn for thirty-four years
At this moment, we are connected to our childhood again The Fence of the Village (Poetry)
But it is relatively speechless.
Our dumb throats are lonely
Two
The shadow of the fence, stand at attention, take a rest, turn to the left
Hold 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 and carrots are in position.
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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