A poem about a house full of happiness.

1. Poems describing the beautiful courtyard life include sending a book to Yuanqu, Bai Juyi entering the pavilion to worship, and then returning to the porch for dinner.

Back in Zhao, people lay on horseback and rested on their saddles. But I slept until noon, and I sat up in awe.

When the weather is fine, it will be fine after the rain. Persimmons are lush, and the Wangs' courtyard is spacious.

Huxian bottled wine, Nanshan on the wall. Sleep alone or sit alone, and the wind will open ahead.

The Zen monk and the poet met for the second time. If you want to talk all night, you must sleep all day.

There is nothing to do but pay tribute to the court. Long health, officials and the poor are safe.

Fortunately, there is no urgent illness, and it is neither bitter nor hungry. From then on, speak appropriately, but not on the outside.

Only those who should be quiet believe it, while those who move are hard to speak. Yuan in Taichung served the imperial court and became a Langguan sooner or later.

No official, no one is idle. Playing with the trees in the new court is easy to make the Tang Dynasty foggy. At the beginning of April, the new leaves became cloudy.

Shake the beautiful scenery and build a deep courtyard. There are people who have nothing to do, but I'm looking here.

You can only play with things at that time, but you can also open your eyes. Talk to a Taoist or listen to a poet.

Spring is full of fragrance, and nightingales abound. I live a leisurely life, so I forget the worldly thoughts.

People who know the truth before they know it are not necessarily in the mountains. Sixty rhymes in spring and Yuan Zhen in Tang Dynasty.

As soon as you open your mouth, you will weave shells and cut onions. Drunk and charming, two bright pupils overflow in the water wave.

But if you enjoy infinite happiness, you will know how to hate it. The bridal chamber is leisurely and graceful, and the courtyard is lush.

The Tang past in Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.

The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? The golden lock has been buried and is extremely strong. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.

I got the shadow of Lou Yu Yaodian, and I took a photo of Qinhuai. Yu Meiren Song Sushi's courtyard is deep and clear, and peaches and plums are in full bloom.

Willow silk covered with Yushu, drizzling outside the curtain, light cold. The terrace of yat sen villa is getting brighter and brighter, and I am drunk before I can spell flowers.

It's quieter to invade the corridor, walking around alone, thinking. Nian Nujiao Song Liqing took a look at the depression hospital, and it was windy and drizzling, so the heavy door had to be closed.

Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste.

When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless.

Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew in the morning, the introduction of new tung, how much is spring! The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today? Linjiang Song Xian Li Qingzhao's courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in the Spring Festival Evening. For anyone, haggard is detrimental to Fang Zi.

Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing.

Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat. Shasong in Huanxi, Li Qingzhao's bun hurts spring, and the wind falls in the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are light and sparse.

Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold. The water dragon sings, and Lu Youzun looks for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of him, sighing that his mood is completely reduced.

A suit of ping mail, drunkenness is not about wine, beauty is far away. This year, malodorous, rainy, Yelang River.

Leaning on the floor, playing the flute, looking at the mirror by the window, crying all over. Flowers fall on the moon and the courtyard is bright.

Silence, heartbreak. Hand in hand side by side, it worked at that time, drawing Liang Qiyan.

Meet new people, net dust, dance shirt fans. I am ashamed and haggard, and I am careless about my own path, for fear that Yinger will see me.

Zhaojun complained that Song Lu traveled in the yard all day, and people were tired and didn't bother to shake their fans. Xiao Jing writes about Xiaoxiang, which is cool from birth.

Shuangyan is blooming outside the curtain, and someone is watching it under the curtain. Bao Zhuan dismantled the official and burned incense.

How deep is Liang Zhusong Ouyang Xiu's yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Walking slowly on the beach, Ouyang Xiu walked to Song Guzhou alone, his eyes blocked by danger. I finally made a sunset rain, but it was gone.

Cold leaves are messy. The crescent moon is bright and the clear waves are shallow.

Tonight, it is hard to get rid of boredom and separation. Strong to the pillow, light residual leakage forever, close your eyes and miss your eyes.

I clearly dreamed that I was like a flower. According to the former, the old hospital.

New moon photo, curtain hanging, bead curtain rolling. Gradually dawn, pulse condition is Jue Yuan to the horizon.

Liu Yong, Linjiang Song Xian, dreamed of a small yard, with a cold wind and drizzle. Outside the window, autumn leaves fall wildly.

My heart is shaking. Nai cold leaks forever, lonely and sad, tears and candles burn empty.

For no reason, it's just an embroidered pillow and a leisurely night. Depression.

Love is hate, try to be young and tolerant. Chueh-hsin came here haggard with an old weather vane.

The soul disappeared. Thinking about pleasure, smoke and waves hinder, Fang Yuan.

It's boring to ask how to live a taboo life after 18 years old. Queqiao New Hetang, Qinghuayuan, the rain broke outside the eaves.

There are two noisy frogs. Why does it sound like singing songbirds? The scenery is flowing, tourists are sweating, and Mo Wen's sideburns are very long.

Drink drunken songs, save half and worry half. Ugly slaves are slow/picking mulberry seeds is slow. Song Panfen is worried about spring, but it is still sunny.

Under the thick green shade, Yan language warblers are singing. Counting the new lotus cymbals, lightly flooding the pool.

It's sunny and rainy after a curtain of wind, May Huang Shi. Remember that time, Jade Man was so sleepy that he tried to get dressed for the first time.

* * * Hand in hand, red window embroidery, painting fan poems. How can it be today? Half the bed is full of bright moon.

Where is Zhangtai? For me, frown. In Song Dynasty, Jiang Kui's Xiang Lian fell into a dispute, the trees were sparse and green, and the courtyard was dark and rainy.

There is no reason to embrace the shadow, but also see that the walls of Shinohara are dark and the steps of moss are cut. He bid farewell to Fujian and asked who played the water pipa.

Unfortunately, it is a piece of land, which has always been paid to thrush. Long hate each other never had to pay, now what's the matter, and farewell to the west wind.

Cold and smoky, moving people far away, sailing like leaves. Miss Wen Jun for a long time, leaning on bamboo and worrying about life.

After returning, Cui Zun took two sips, took off the bead curtain and looked at the moon delicately.

2. Ancient Poems about Pavilion Height The pavilion ridge of Tang Ting Bai Juyi is too high for you to dismantle, and the owner keeps it as the Western Mountain. Looking at the sunset, a piece of spring scenery is reflected in a half ring. Jiang Ting Xi looked at Tang Bai Juyi's foresight and carefree thinking. In the evening, Jiang Ting stays home at night. The sun is going away, red waves are boiling, and white smoke is blooming at the beginning of the month. Send the snow buds on the branches to the elderly with tweezers and frost. Dare to go back to the plan for three years. I didn't know Jia was the same. Qujiang Pavilion looks at the Tang Dynasty at night, leaning on the north bank of Qujiang, and the water is muddy and broken. The dusty road is covered with a green robe, and the wind pavilion stands cold for a long time. Poetry is dark and leisurely, and mountains are far away from illness. If the horse didn't save him, who believes it was Lang Guan? How many times did Bai Juyi, a Tang Dynasty man, go to Xiting at leisure when Xinjiange was newly opened? An old illness never returns to the mountain, but the spring stone moves. In late spring, the cold food in Tang dynasty was insufficient to find incense, and the pavilion was still drunk. Whose flower falls on the flowing tree, and a few pieces of residual red are in front of the threshold. Dai Shulun's Su Xiting grass, Su Xiting long, who leans against the east wind for twelve stops. Swallows don't return to spring, and it's misty rain and apricot blossoms. Zhangzizhou Shuiting Tangdu City is foggy at night, with pavilions and pavilions. Ji zi passed the halls. Jingzhou loves Shan Jian, and I am drunk, and Long song. In Baling Pavilion, a dream is high and Zen is straight, and a centrifugal white feather is light. Tomorrow, after the new Baling, the horse's head will meet the smoke tree. In the South Pavilion, Tang Han is like a monastery every day. People whisper first, but birds don't listen deeply. The rocks are loose and thin, and the streams are bright and watery. Take the piano and play it again. Han Yan of Yingting Hall has a bird's eye view of a new pavilion, and several old sites are open and hidden. The cold sound in the north is the mysterious water, and the western cuiying comes to the mountain. Far away, you will walk with the lonely crane, accompany with the white clouds and be happy forever. You will forget the loneliness in the morning and evening. Jin Jinting wants to leave the boat, five. What's more, I went to Yingzhou by flying dreams. North Pavilion Tang, Li Qunyu oblique rain flies to the sky, the curtain half covers the wild pavilion wind. Lotus went to Qiu Guang late and scattered in the red and green swamp. Jinling new pavilion, Tang Li Bai, with good scenery, a new pavilion with a large number of talents. Looking up at the strange mountains and waters, I am partial to the feelings of Zhou Ai. They are sitting still in Chu, unhappy, but not worried about the country. How generous the princes are, they have won fame for thousands of years. The lonely crane in Xiting Tang Dynasty never sleeps. Shi Jianwu, the waterfront pavilion, only blames Su Ting for sticking to the dark color, and the stream smoke stains my raspberries. If you want to know that the spring breeze comes from the source, you can look at peach blossoms chasing water. When you board the pavilion, you can look back at Qin Guan in Sikong Shu and return to Jingzhou in the south for a few days. Today, you only have tears, but you don't know that the scenery is in He Shan. Mei is a poor poet in the East China Sea, and the west wind is an ancient post pavilion. Start with Lao Bai. Boil chestnuts and test sand bottles. Banquet in the forest in the village of Hanjiangying, a long-aged Tang king in Nanting. The pavilion is fresh and clean. Chu can * * * drink casually. He sat quietly in a golden test tube. He went into the mountains in the morning and came to the cave in the clouds. The tower is empty, and the apes and birds are clean. Shaped like silk, he is determined by his heart. He will go to Jundongxi sooner or later.

3. Poems describing bamboo: white clouds embrace secluded stones, green is about to drip, and blue waves are rippling.

Green Shinohara: A small green bamboo. May: Beautiful and moving. Violet: The water is clear and rippling. It means that white clouds surround the remote rocks, and the green bamboo beside the clear water is charming.

Xie Lingyun's The Beginning of Passing Shuning in Southern Song Dynasty

How can I live without this gentleman?

This gentleman: refers to bamboo.

Shi Shuo Ren Xinyu Dan said: "When Wang Ziyou wanted to send someone to live in an empty house temporarily, he asked him to plant bamboo. Or ask,' Why bother to stay?' For a long time, he pointed to Zhu and said, "How can you live without this gentleman for a day!" "

I began to pity you under the window of Zhushan, and I won't change if I don't go back.

Unfortunately: love.

Don Liu Changqing's Bamboo at the Window in Late Spring

Lead me around the green bamboo, where the green vine hooks my skirt.

Walking down Zhongnanshan to Hu Si's Good Pillow and Good Bowl by Tang Li Bai.

Green wind breaks bamboo shoots, and red rain fattens plum blossoms.

Green hanging sentence; The delicate bamboo folded by the wind hung down.

Tang Du Fu accompanied him to congratulate General Lin on ten poems.

In cold weather, plants and trees are yellow, and you only know when you are young and green.

Don Cen Can's Song of Gong Fan Zhu Cong.

Jia Muli, beautiful bamboo dew, strange stone show.

Li: Grow up. Lou: Lou. Excellence: Excellence.

Liu Tang Zongyuan's "Western Hills of Cobalt Tanks"

Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves. I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.

Tease: tease, tease.

Xie Banqiao painted bamboo