1. Poems of the ancients praising the houses in the mountains
"We can meet each other all our lives alone, and our descendants will be separated by walls." (Bai Juyi)
" Bees and butterflies are crossing the wall one after another, but they suspect that spring is in the neighbor's house. "(Wang Jia)
"There are swings in the wall, people walking outside the wall, and beautiful women in the wall smiling." (Su Shi)
Corridor ancient sentences describing buildings and houses.
"Secret locks and heavy passes cover the moss, and the corridors and deep pavilions are wandering here." (Li Shangyin)
"The east wind is full of light, and the night sky is full of moonlight and the corridors are turning." (Su Shi) )
"The moon in the half-corridor garden, the wind in the willow bridge." (Lu You)
Window
"The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is moored "The ship that travels thousands of miles to the east of Wu" (Du Fu)
"How can I cut the candles from the west window and talk about the rainy night in Bashan" (Li Shangyin) 2. Poems about the house
The poems describing "houses" are as follows:
1. "Qingpingle·Village Residence" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream.
Wu Yin is so charming when he is drunk. Whose old lady is gray-haired?
The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop.
What I love most is that my child died, lying down at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.
2. "Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty
If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. This is a humble house, but I am virtuous. The moss marks are green on the upper steps, and the grass color is green on the curtains. There are scholars who talk and laugh, but there are no idle people when coming and going. You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Sutra. There are no messy ears of silk and bamboo, and there is no laborious shape of case documents. Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi. Confucius said: What is so shameful?
3. "Pastoral Works in Spring" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
Spring doves are singing on the house, and apricot blossoms are white beside the village. Holding an ax to cut down the distant mountains, hoeing the spring veins.
Returning to Yan recognizes the old nest, and the old sees the new calendar. When I'm standing in front of my cup, I suddenly feel helpless, and I feel melancholy as a traveler from afar.
4. "Cold Food on the Tomb" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
What a shame for a straight man! Can bridges in danger be exempted from assistance?
The maples in the distant mountains are pale, and the wheat in the dilapidated house is lonely beside it.
The spring breeze returns to the grass, and there is nothing new in the last year.
Pear blossoms eat food from the cold, and only worry about the rest during the festival.
5. "Song of a 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 boys in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not stand facing a thief, so they openly carried me into the bamboo. My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned home, I leaned on my stick 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 chaotic 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 despite 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! 3. Poems about houses
1. Once I left this place, I became home all over the world. (Li Shimin's "Two Poems about Passing the Old House")
2. The pillars of my family are declining, and I am worried about coming to school. Qiu Prayer. (Li Ang's "Inscription on the Journey to Cultivation of One's Bamboo Barriers")
3. Beside the Wangjia Avenue in the imperial residence, the divine horse, dragon and turtle gush out of the holy spring. (Cai Fu's "Songs of Suburban Temple·Enjoy the Dragon Pond Movement·Second Chapter")
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 Midnight·Summer Songs")
5. War Each of us gathered our bows and arrows, and headed west to face our hometown far away. (Wang Jian's "Zaqu Song Ci·Liaodong Journey")
6. The fisherman in the Peixi Bay is fishing in the west and returning to the east. (Zhang Zhang) Zhihe's "Miscellaneous Ballads and Songs of the Fisherman")
7. My home in Wuhui is far away from the green mountains, and the white clouds are deep in my foreign country. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning on a Spring Day in the North of the Saipei")
8. Huang Shang Yuan Ji, the state and the family are at peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghe Music·The Sixth Song of the Chu Palace")
9. The Tian family has no neighbors, sitting alone in the spring garden. (Lu Zhaolin's "Spring Festival Gala Villa") "Two Poems")
10. Mountains and rivers are only about objects, how can palaces and temples be homes. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Fenghe Holy System First Came out of Luocheng")
11. Furong Qindi Marsh , Lu Ju's Han Homeland. (Song Zhiwen's "A Banquet in the Lotus Garden in Spring")
12. Under the flowery moonlight in the forest, it is different from a spring family. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at Night on Shanfei")
13. There are many fishermen in Pukou, and they invited me to go on the boat. (Chu Guangxi's "Cai Ling Ci")
14. Whose family is on the Qiantang River, and the daughters on the river are all better than flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huan") "Girl with Shape")
15. A lonely sword thousands of miles away, sent to a family in Qianfeng. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")
16. "Ode to Afang Palace" by Du Mu
17. "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" by Wang Bo
18. "The Story of Yueyang Tower" by Fan Zhongyan
19. "Inscription on the Humble Room" by Liu Yuxi
20. "Huang Crane Hug" Cui Hao
21. "Guanwa Gong Fu" Fan Chengda
22. "Nangmen Fu" Sima Xiangru
23. Gong The first poem of Zhongxing Music (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 little living room is filled with gold and purple. Mountain flowers are placed in the bun, and carnations are embroidered on the robe.
Every time he leaves the deep palace, he often returns with the chariot. 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 Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I was a thief who could not stand it. He hugged the grass and planted the bamboo, 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 chaotic and I have little sleep, how can I get wet all night long? ? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. 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!
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 lady 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. Poems describing mountain scenery
1. The fog started in the morning, and it was the thickest in the stream. I couldn’t see anything, so I was happy. I walked on, but I didn’t expect them to embrace me all at once. Fence around. Slowly the sun rises, and through the woods, the grass by the stream looks more fresh and smooth. I sat reading under the window of the wooden house and let all this accompany my imagination.
2. Sit quietly on the platform formed by the boulders, close your eyes slightly, and imagine yourself blending into the mountain. There are bursts of pine waves in my ears, and the chirping of birds. I imagine that I have become an eternal pine, standing on the top of the mountain, facing the wind, snow, and fighting against the frost. Every time the villagers look up at it, it adds an annual ring of the cycle of time.
3. The night birds are silent, unlike the excitement in the early morning. Maybe they have already fallen asleep. There is water on the mountainside, which gathers to form a pool. Under the dim moonlight, the pool water quietly and dimly reflected the shadow of the sky. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and when the mirror is broken, there are layers of faint waves.
4. The mountains are like the sea, and the trees are as angry as the waves. This is the character of Shan. He is like a man who will not be moved by the wind, let alone run away with the years. The pine forest is a part of his body, and he has inherited his perseverance and determination. "Heavy snow weighs on the green pines, and the pines are straight and straight." Like the mountains, the pine forests are not afraid of wind, cold and frost.
5. Under the pine forest, there are not only pine needles, but also pine mushrooms. It was summer. After a rain, we children were eager to try. The grass and trees in the mountains were still dripping with the sound of rain. We stepped on the mud and set off. The piles of mushrooms, following the rain, broke through the soft soil of pine needles above their heads and emerged from the ground. They breathed the clean air after the rain and greeted their friends with their unique mushroom aroma. .
6. Pine forest, the pine forest in my hometown, you have always been in my dreams, lighting up this small tree in my heart, so green. When the sapling of my words grows little by little under the sunshine of the soul and gradually becomes a big tree, it needs the encouragement of a mountain-like spirit.
7. When it got dark, the mountains that were as huge as gods during the day suddenly became eerie and scary. I couldn't help but feel a little scared, but I didn't want to leave. Gradually the moon came out. At first she was like a shy child hiding on the mountainside, but then she became bolder and slowly spread out. There were more stars, so she became bolder and leaned on the tree branch above my head. Looking at it to your heart's content, the stream sprinkles the shadow of the work. I shook the tree hard, but the moon didn't move, but a crow was startled. After I calmed down in a panic, she fell into the water smoothly, adding a layer of soft beauty to the stream!
8. I found a stone and sat down. The stone is a little cold and wet, maybe because of the intrusion of moisture. I sat down alone and listened to my breathing. My breathing was a little stale. If there is a thoughtful person around me, he will know how upset I am. But now I don't, which is okay, I can enjoy a moment alone without intrusion.
9. You don’t need to look close. You can see the dark green on the mountain a few miles away. Here, the "Empress Peak" of Jieshi Mountain is the highest peak. Standing on the top of the peaks, you can see the Yanshan Mountains stretching from the coast of the Bohai Sea to the west, looking like a giant taking a nap on this fertile soil. Various forests cover it like a quilt, turning the dead stone mountain into an extremely vivid life. Those forest trees are like the hairs on this giant's skin, opening and closing, giving the mountain a kind of iron bones that will never end its life.
10. There are many stones in the stream, square, round, green, and white, all arranged horizontally and vertically. Among the many large rocks, there are sometimes small pools, which are crystal clear to the bottom; they look very empty and bright, and when the sun shines, they sparkle again. The stream water is still white on the rocks above, but when it reaches the pool, it turns dark green, like a piece of crystal jasper.
11. I like to see how green the mountains are, and the scent of pine everywhere fills my heart. With the closure of the mountains for afforestation, these pine forests that disappeared in the past have grown again on the mountain slopes. The mountains have been restored to their former beautiful and verdant appearance. Looking from a distance, it is such a beautiful scenery.
12. There are several green-tiled houses on the side of the creek near the forest farm. There is some green grass growing on the tiles, and they are equipped with wooden window pavilions, which make them look antique.
A little further away, there is a newly built small bungalow, which is bright and glorious. There is a small bridge over the stream, facing the farmland on the opposite slope. Some cinders are spread on it, which makes a "rustling" sound when you step on it. Various flowers and plants are planted on the west side of the bridge, with long branches hanging down in a string. The string fell into the stream.
13. The mountain path is beautiful, sacred, and desirable; the mountain path is happy, magical, and surprising; the mountain path is blue and green, making people daydream; the mountain path is, The sea, sky and white clouds make people yearn for it; the mountain paths, flowers, trees and stones, and the seaside scenery; the mountain paths, farmhouses and buildings have a brand new look; the mountain paths are familiar to me, and I miss going back and forth. ..
14. The warm wind blows, and my eyelids feel a little tired. Maybe it's because the mountain is too heavy, weighing down the road, or it's the dream that's so hard to realize, making my heart so sore. Let me rest here for a while and refresh my memory. The beautiful scenery gradually faded. The scene of the pair holding hands and pulling someone up the mountain road. Like endless feelings, lingering in dreams...
15. Every time I face the mountains and listen to the silent music of hundreds of millions of years, I am shocked by this powerful solid language, which requires spiritual guidance. Look up. The wind, as if it understands the loneliness of the mountain, stirs its body and whizzes through the forest. 5. What are the poems that describe the house?
1. Two poems about spring in the mountain house. Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen. The wind is warm and the sun is shining in the spring, and the butterflies and bees are wandering 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 randomly 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. Looking around, everything is desolate, with three or two families 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 Golden House Song Dynasty: Jiang Jie Meng Leng Golden 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 is difficult to predict when the fragrance will show 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 empty sleeves, leaning 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 alone 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 her beautiful face was depicted in a raw silk painting, but I am afraid it is not a fashionable new makeup. The colorful fans and tooth 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 on 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 fireworks in the mountain house are 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 back 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. The song "The Thatched House Was 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 hugged the grass and planted the bamboo, 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 menstruation is disordered and I have little sleep, how can I get wet all night long? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that does not stand up to 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 a cane 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 has been used for many years and is as cold and hard as iron. 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. Poems describing houses
Qiu Qing
Qiu Qing Author: Du Fu Poetry period: Tang Dynasty
Gao Qiu Su was sick and could comb his white hair . The addition and subtraction of medicine and bait is disgusting, and the dullness of the door and courtyard is swept away.
The stick of quinoa returns the guest's greetings, and the lover of bamboo sends children to write books. In October, the river is stable, and a light boat can enter it as easily as possible.
The Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind
Author: Du Fu (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. A group of children in the south village deceived me, saying that I was old and weak, and that I could not bear to face a thief, so they openly carried the grass into the bamboo.
My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry, and I couldn't breathe. When I returned, I leaned on my stick 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.
How can I get wet all night long if my menstrual flow is disordered and I sleep less? There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy.
Peaceful as a mountain, unmoved by 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!
Inscription on the Humble House
If the mountain is not high, it will be famous if there is an immortal.
If the water is not deep, if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.
This is A humble house, but I am virtuous.
The moss marks on the steps are green, and the grass is green in the curtains.
There are scholars talking and laughing, but no white people coming and going.
It can be adjusted Plain Qin, reading the Golden Scripture.
No messy ears of silk and bamboo, no labor shape of case documents.
Zhugelu in Nanyang, Yunting in Western Shuzi.
Confucius said: What is so shameful? 7. Poems about the living room
Inscription on a humble room
Liu Yuxi
If the mountain is not high, the immortal will be famous.
The water is not deep, Where there is a dragon, there is a spirit.
This is a humble house, but I am virtuous.
The moss marks on the steps are green, and the grass is green in the curtains.
There are great Confucians talking and laughing. , there is no idle person coming and going.
You can tune the plain Qin and read the Golden Scripture.
No messy ears of silk and bamboo, no labor of writing (dú).
Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Yun Pavilion in Western Shu.
Confucius said: What is so shameful?
Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field·Part 1
I was young and had no sense of popular customs, my nature was to love mountains and hills.
I accidentally fell into the dust net and was gone for thirty years. Tao Yuanming
Birds nostalgic for the old forest, fish in the pond longing for their old abyss.
Open up the wilderness in the south, stay humble and return to the garden.
The square house is more than ten acres, and the thatched house is eighty-nine. Between.
The elms and willows shade the back eaves, and the peach and plum trees in front of the hall.
The distant village is warm, and the smoke in the ruins is lingering.
The dog barks deeply. In the alley, roosters crow and mulberry trees stand on top.
The courtyards are dust-free and the empty rooms have plenty of leisure.
After being in a cage for a long time, I can return to nature.
Returning to the garden and living in the fields · Part 2
There are few people in the wild, and there are few people in the back streets.
In the daytime, the thorns are covered with trees, and the empty room is empty of dust.
Time In the song of Fu Ruxu, people wearing straws come and go.
There are no words to say when we meet, but the road is full of mulberry trees.
The days of mulberry trees have been long, and my land has been broad.
I am often afraid of the arrival of frost and sleet (xiàn), and the scattered grass is scattered.
Returning to the garden and living in the fields·Part 5
I regret that I have to make my own way to return, and the rugged journey leads to the twists and turns.
The mountain stream is clear and shallow, and I can wash my feet when I encounter it.
I am dripping with newly cooked wine, and the two chickens are approaching.
When I enter the room in the day, it is dark, and the thorns are everywhere. The salary replaces the bright candle.
The happiness comes but the evening is short, and it has returned to the sky. 8. Verses related to houses in Du Fu's poems
1. Verses related to houses in Du Fu's poems Verse: There are tens of millions of mansions in Anhui, which can shelter all the poor people in the world with joy.
2. Source: "Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind"
3. Full text
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 boys in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not stand facing a thief, so they openly carried me into the bamboo. My lips were burnt and my mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe. When I returned home, I leaned on my stick 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 menstruation is disordered and I have little sleep, 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 safe as a mountain even in 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!
4. Translation
In the depth of autumn in August, 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 is cold and hard, like iron. 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 leaked, 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!
4. About the author
Du Fu (712-770), whose courtesy name is Zimei, calls himself Shaoling Yelao, and is also known as "Du Gongbu", "Du Shaoling", etc., Han nationality. A native of Fugong County, Henan Province (now Gongyi City, Henan Province), Du Fu was a great realist poet in the Tang Dynasty. Du Fu was revered as the "Sage of Poetry" by the world, and his poems were called "the history of poetry".