Poetry describing the tranquility of the house

Poetry about the house 1. Ancient poems about houses

★ "Home" in Tang Poetry

Once you leave here, you will feel at home everywhere. (Two Old Houses by Li Shimin)

○ My pillar is failing, and I am worried about learning to pray. (Li Ang's "The Way of Self-cultivation")

○ On the side of Wang Jia Avenue, the emperor's residence, there is a divine spring full of dragon turtles. (Cai Fu's "Song of Suburb Temple, Dragon Pool Appreciation Movement", Chapter 2)

Her boat turned around before the moon rose and sailed for the palace with an affectionate sigh. (Li Bai's "Harmony Song, Four Nights and Summer Songs")

After the war, their bows and arrows were confiscated, and their hometown was far from the west. (Wang Jian's "Zaqu Geci's Journey to Liaodong")

○ If you catch fishermen in Xixi Bay, you will return to your hometown in the east. (Zhang "Zaqu Fishing Song")

○ My home is far away in Qingshan, and the white clouds are deep elsewhere. (Chen Ziliang's "Saibei Spring Return")

○ Yuanji, home of Zhouning. (Lu's "Nine Chapters of Zhonghele, the Palace in the Sixth Song Dynasty")

○ Tian Jia has no neighbors and sits alone in a garden. (Lu "Two Spring Festival Evening Villa Titles")

○ Mountains and rivers only seek things, and temples are home. (Zhang Jiuling's "The Wind and the First Wax of Life")

○ Furong Qindi Marsh, Liu Juhan's home. (Song Wenzhi, "Spring Lotus Garden Catering System")

○ Tang Linhua is bright, don't be like spring. (Wang Bo's "Sitting at the Gate at Night")

○ Many fishermen in Pukou invited me aboard. (Chu Guangxi's Ci of Picking Spirits)

○ Who is Qiantang River? The daughter on the river wins thousands of flowers. (Wang Changling's "Huansha Girl")

○ Wan Li leans on the solitary sword, and Qianfeng sends a family. (Liu Changqing's "Gift to Yuan Rongzhou")

○ The owner of Xishe will send it at the same time, and it will take no more than one month to travel north and south. (Li Bai's Jiang)

2. Poems about houses

The poem describing the "house" is as follows:

1. Song Xin Qi Ji's "Qingpingle Village"

The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.

Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?

The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.

My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.

2. Liu Tang Yuxi's "Humble Room Inscription"

The mountain is not high, and the fairy is famous. The water is not deep, and the dragon is the spirit. I am a humble room, but I am virtuous. The moss on the stage is green, and the curtain grass is green. There is no Ding Bai who laughs and has a university. You can tune the pipa and read Jin Dian. There is no confusion, and there is no complicated form. Zhuge Lu in Nanyang and Ting Yun Pavilion in West Shu. Kong Ziyun: What's wrong?

3. Wei's Pastoral in Spring

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

4. Song Yang Wanli's Cold Food on the Tomb

Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?

The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.

The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.

Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.

5. Tang Du Fu's Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bully me, and I can't stand being a thief in the opposite direction and openly carrying Mao into the bamboo forest. My lips are burnt, my mouth is dry, and I can't breathe. When I came back, I sighed at my staff.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. What's the point of getting wet all night?

There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect all the smiles of the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are as quiet as mountains. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!

3. Poems about houses

Poems about tall buildings in northwest China.

What a tall building. Have a safe trip.

Dust came out of the window. Through the clouds

Beauty caresses the harp. Hands are free.

Aromatic gases condense with the wind. Sad sounds are fragrant.

Who cares about jade capacity? The whole city is playing.

Stand and watch the sun. Sigh again and again.

Don't complain about standing for a long time. I hope the singer is happy.

Thinking about driving back to Hongyu. Han, fly with me.

There are tall buildings in the northwest.

Who worries alone?

Ask what you remember.

Xiaojun leyou

Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.

4. Poems describing houses

Poems about tall buildings in northwest China.

What a tall building. Have a safe trip.

Dust came out of the window. Through the clouds

Beauty caresses the harp. Hands are free.

Aromatic gases condense with the wind. Sad sounds are fragrant.

Who cares about jade capacity? The whole city is playing.

Stand and watch the sun. Sigh again and again.

Don't complain about standing for a long time. I hope the singer is happy.

Thinking about driving back to Hongyu. Han, fly with me.

There are tall buildings in the northwest.

Who worries alone?

Ask what you remember.

Xiaojun leyou

Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.

5. Poems about houses

The building stands in the clouds.

I have nowhere to live.

Although the apartment location is good

Why do you have money?

The average price is tens of thousands.

At least a few thousand

Dead wages of the working class

First, I have to eat.

Keep trying to save money.

Then sweat hard.

More and more funds, heading for the property market.

But suffering from no housing.

No matter which one has real estate.

All sold to real estate speculators.

My generation wants to cry without tears.

Have to look at the building and sigh.

I hope god can open his eyes.

My son will be the boss in the future.

You can't live in a building for nothing.

Luxury villa as a pigsty

Stay in a hotel every day.

Eat and drink in the hotel.

Enjoy the splendor of the world.

Finally stay in Babaoshan

6. What ancient poems describe ancient buildings?

The ancients wrote a poem about architecture: Li Baishan Temple is a dangerous building, which is 100 feet high at night and can pick stars with its hands. Dare not speak loudly, for fear of disturbing the poems of master Teng: Wang Boteng, Wang Lin, and some songs and dances. The painted building flies to Nanpu Cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the sunset rain in the western hills. The cloud pool is full of shadows, and things have changed for years. Where is the emperor in the pavilion? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself. As for poetry: 1. Ten percent off the sky. 2. Five brand-new thatched cottages, stone steps and bamboo walls. 3. A small house, still repairing itself. When the wind blows, even the eaves are broken. It looks like it's going to fall. The walls are made of. Also * * * fill the glass. 5. Liu Yin leads the imperial ditch, and the phoenix tree supports the bamboo building. Wang Teng Pavilion in Jinling is also ashamed to paint painters. 6. The stork tower is hundreds of feet west, and the cloud trees in Tingzhou are boundless. 7. Dangerous buildings are elevated above the sky, and the photos are leisurely boarded. Last month, Xuan Huachi was in Huaxin. Moonlight flooded the palace, not drunk. 9. Clouds meet Penglai, and the Palace opens at dawn. Elsewhere in Yushan, Ziluan flew to Sendai. 10. The palace is full of purple air and colorful water. The guard slept with the maid and stole the pot. The flowers in Sue's small house are in full bloom. 12. Longwei is on the Long Mei and Penglai Palace is on the top. 13. The phoenix tree leaves are old in autumn wind, so people can't come to Taiwan. Liangwutai City is covered with grass, and Wu Palace is covered with wild flowers. There is spring water under the stone city, and moss grows in front of the swallow hall. Everything in Mo Wen is ruined. Every grass and tree is dust-free and dazzling. 15. The palace of Daming Palace is gloomy and desolate, and the Forbidden Dragon House is fragrant. 16. the mountains and rivers support the imperial city, and the jagged palaces meet clouds and smoke. The wind blew through Changle, and the willow belt cleared the smoke out of the Forbidden City. It is clear that the sky is singing and laughing, and the horses and chariots pass by at sunrise. It is unique and shallow, and it is shameful to be famous in Shandong. Jieguta stands tall on the Weihe River. Yushu grows in the clouds, dances in the sky and sings in the middle of the month. There is only hot spring water today, and there are many feelings in sobs. 18. Huanghua Mangroves are in Xiefang and Xigong. Poetry and dawn window hide snow ridge, painting hall meets blue flow. The pine and cypress are blowing in Jin Duo at dusk, and the bamboo shadow is cold and moss is on the stone steps. Miracles are wonderful.