Poems about China Courtyard

1. What are the poems describing classical courtyards?

Tang Bai Juyi

Bow before entering the pavilion and retreat 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.

Play the new court tree and sing.

Tang Bai Juyi

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.

Spring sixty rhyme

Don

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.

Langtaosha

Don

The past 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.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Song sushi

Deep courtyard is clear, peaches and plums are red at the beginning.

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.

Niannujiao

Song Qingzhao

Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must 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.

The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less spring!

The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today?

Linjiangxian

Song Qingzhao

The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are all haggard and hurt for anyone.

Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.

Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows when the fragrance blows away,

Don't fatten apricot flowers on warm days and nights.

Huanxisha

Song Qingzhao

The bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.

Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.

spiritual song

Song luyou

Looking for spring in front of the bottle, it's a pity that my 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.

2. What are the poems describing classical courtyards? Send them back to the book. Bai Juyi entered the pavilion to worship in the Yuan and Eight Tang Dynasties, and retired to eat under the porch.

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. The morning dew is clear, and the new tung is introduced at the beginning, which is more or less 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.

3. I asked eight famous poets in the Tang and Song Dynasties for poems about courtyards, rocks and pavilions in courtyards, thanking them for their night tour of Chengtian Temple 10/2, 2006. When I undressed and wanted to sleep, I entered the house by moonlight and set off happily.

Those who have nothing to do go to Chengtian Temple, look for Zhang Huaimin, stay awake with people and stroll in the atrium. In the moonlight, the courtyard is full of clear water, as clear as clear water. The algae and shepherd's purse in the water are the shadows of bamboo and cypress.

Where there is no moon at night, there are no pines and cypresses, but there are few idle people like me. Zuiweng Pavilion: Ouyang Xiu is surrounded by mountains.

Its southwest peak is You Mei Forest Valley. Seeing the deep beauty is also beautiful.

Six or seven miles up the mountain, you gradually hear the sound of water gurgling, and those who leak between the two peaks brew springs. When the peak turns, there are pavilion wings on the spring, and the pavilion is also drunk.

Who is the pavilion? Monks in the mountains are also wise and immortal. Who's the name? The satrap calls himself.

The satrap and his guests come here to drink, and they get drunk with less, so they call themselves "drunkards" because they are the oldest. The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but also between mountains and rivers.

The joy of mountains and rivers, the place where the heart belongs, the place where the wine belongs. If the husband is in the forest at sunrise, the clouds will return to the cave, and the changes will be bright, and sooner or later in the mountains.

The wild fragrance is rich, the wood is beautiful and the shade is beautiful, the wind and frost are noble and clean, and the water is clear, and it is also in the mountains at four o'clock. Returning home in the morning and evening, the scenery at four o'clock is different and the joy is endless.

As for the loser who sings in the Chuhe River, the walker rests in the tree, the former cries, and the latter needs support. Those who keep going back and forth swim in the Chuhe River. Fishing near the stream, deep fish fat in the stream; Brewing spring wine, spring wine is bitter; The pheasant is just a predecessor and a satrap feast.

The joy of a feast is not silk or bamboo. Among the shooters, the player wins, and everyone who sits up is happy. Those who are pale, white-haired, unhappy, too jealous and too intoxicated.

Sunset in the mountains, people scattered, the satrap returned, and the guests followed. The Woods are overcast, singing and singing, tourists go and birds are happy.

However, birds know the joy of mountains, but they don't know the joy of people; People know that swimming from Taishou is fun, but they don't know that Taishou is fun. Being drunk can be fun, and people who can tell stories when they wake up are too defensive.

Who is the satrap? Lu Xiu also. You Baochan: Wang Anshi and Baochan, also known as Huashan, were buried together in the Tang Dynasty. So it was named "Zanchan".

Today, the so-called Huikong Temple is known as the tomb of Lu. Five miles east of its courtyard, the so-called Huayang Cave is also called the sun of Huashan Mountain.

More than a hundred steps away from the cave, there is a servant monument, and its text is diffuse. Only words can know "Huashan". Today, those who say "Hua" is like "petrochemical" are all fallacies.

It is flat and open below, with springs gushing out from the side and many tourists, which is the so-called eastern Guizhou. There is a cave five or six miles away from the mountain, which is very cold. Ask about its depth. Although a good walker, you can't be poor.

Yu and four people embraced the fire and entered. The deeper they go, the harder it is to get in, and the weirder it is. Lazy people who want to go out say "the fire will go out if they don't go out"; So I said it.

Gaiyu's journey is not eleven times better than that of a good traveler, but according to it, fewer people come to remember it. The deeper you cover it, the less it will be.

The timing is right, the power given is enough, and the fire is bright enough. If I come out, I may blame the person who came out, but I regret it and I can't enjoy it.

So I have a sigh: the ancient people's views on heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, vegetation, insects, fish, birds and animals are often valuable, and there are always some ways to seek the depth of thinking. Husband and wife have many tourists; The risks are far away, but the risks are few.

However, the outlandish, magnificent and transcendent world outlook often lies in the distance, but what people lack is difficulty, so where there is a will, there is a way. If you have ambition, you won't stop, and if you don't have strength, you won't be able to.

Have ambition and strength, but don't be lazy. As for darkness and confusion, nothing can match it, nor can it be realized. However, the strength is unobtrusive enough to make people laugh, but they have regrets; Those who do their best but can't reach can have no regrets, and who can sneer at them? So is the rest of the income! How can those who are more than servants' steles, but also because the ancient books of Aifu don't exist, can't be famous for their fallacies and heresies? Therefore, scholars can't take it seriously without thinking deeply.

Four people: my father's father, Changle Wang's father, Yu's father and An Shangchun's father. One day in July of the first year of He Zhi, Wang Mouji of Linchuan.

Ouyang Xiu's courtyard is full of flowers and butterflies, with willow piles of smoke and no heavy curtains. Jade carving saddle swims and smelt, and the building is high and there is no road to Zhangtai. In March, the rain and wind are crazy, and the door is covered with dusk. I don't plan to stay in spring. Tears are silent and flowers fly on the swing. Ningxiangzhai Ceng Gong has the most secluded scenery. I don't know if the official is an ancient vassal. A statue of romantic body has nothing to do, and there is autumn in a thousand miles.

Cloud and water wake up and sing a good bird, and jade and sand wash the cold current. The smoke was carefully wrapped in a yellow roll, which was suspected to be at the top of the incense burner.

Watertown Pavilion Ceng Gong Linchi flies over the eaves and walks on the wall, and there is no wind in the rock. A group of Yushu cigarettes and bamboos pass through the forest, and double rainbows are hung on the flat bridge.

I'm tired of fish fighting for bait. I can see that the cold sand is full of water. Mo Wen Lotus has opened several songs, but the fragrance is overflowing.

In central Hunan, Han Yu apes worry about drowning fish and turning waves, which has been circulated as Miluo since ancient times. There are green algae floating around the river for sacrifice, but the remains of Quyuan's investment in the river have been lost, and even the memorial place can't be found. Only the fishing songs by the river can still be heard.

I'll send a special envoy to Shaozhou first. I've heard a lot about the landscape of Qujiang in Hanyu, and it's hard to visit unknown people. I am willing to enter the world by painting scriptures. As long as I am in a good place, I will open my eyes.

In the early spring, Hanyu Tianjie is light and crisp, and the grass color is near but not far. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

In late spring, every grass and tree of Han Yu knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple people are fighting for Fang Fei. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Han Yu in Chun Xue didn't bloom in the New Year, but she was surprised to see the grass buds in early February. Snow comes in late spring, which means the flowers in the courtyard are flying.

In late spring, every grass and tree of Han Yu knows that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of red and purple people are fighting for Fang Fei. Even the fickle elm tree without beautiful colors is unwilling to be lonely, dancing with the wind and turning into snowflakes flying all over the sky.

Xun Dao musk deer sift sandalwood into the mold, moisten chicken su. A trace of smoke is fine, and half a wick is burned into thick jade tendons.

Every time the Taoist priest takes the second place, the beautiful woman only tries to embroider. A few seats in the porch window are suitable for use, so you don't have to wait for the magpie tail furnace.

On Tanabata, Su Zhe's fire flows to know that the festival has changed, and the autumn is crisp and peaceful. Magpies are really safe, and the river bridge is not finished late.

Enjoy it, but it's hard to be smart. Who knows me when I deliver wine? The ladle was dry last night.

Su Zhe advised Zi Zhanzhan to cultivate immortality, but he was brilliant and observant. Over the years, Danzao has done a lot of work. There must be a temple in the palm of your hand, and it will rain in the clouds.

4. Seek a poem describing China's home design and play with the new garden tree.

Tang Bai Juyi

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.

1, the heavy courtyard is full of warblers, warm smoke and heavy spring air. —— Ouyang Xiu

2. Swallows in the shade courtyard. -Yuan Haowen

The yard is covered with moss and red leaves. When Jin Ju opened, it was near Chongyang Banquet. -Yan Dao Ji

4. The sun hangs high in the courtyard and the spring breeze is idle. -Yan Dao Ji

5, Yongri Qingyuan is quiet, the most pitiful Ziyan. Cheng Wenhai

6. My road twists and turns, through a valley covered by branches and flowers, and comes to a Buddhist retreat. -Chang Jian

Warmly welcome Vice Governor Cui.

[Author] Du Fu

Full text: In my north and south, spring water is flooding, and I only see seagulls day after day.

The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.

The market for plate food is far from delicious, but here in my cabin there are old wines from our cups.

If you are willing to invite the old man next door to drink with you, he will drink his cup through the fence!

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Year: Song Author: Ye Yin

Living at home is like floating at home, which means that life is not a boat.

Political fears rose from the ground, and they taught the mainstay.

The waves cast a heavy curtain on the moon, and the tides in Ye Qiu rose very loudly.

I don't know what to do with my dream, but I turned over and looked like a seagull.

5. The ancient poem describing the courtyard garden is 1.

There is a pile of smoke in the courtyard, and there is no heavy curtain outside the curtain. Dead Hua Lian by Ouyang Xiu, a writer in the Song Dynasty, is a sentence.

2。 I have no choice but to let the flowers fall, but I feel familiar with the geese, and the small garden fragrant path lingers alone.

Huanxisha written by Yan Shu, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, is also a word. 3。

A winding path leads to a hidden place, and the Buddhist temple is surrounded by branches and flowers. Meditation after breaking the mountain temple is often written by poets in the Tang Dynasty, and it is a poem.

4。 The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.

Du Fu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Guests Arrive". 5。

Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Li Yu, a famous poet of the Five Dynasties emperors, was the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

1. Humanism I live in the city, and I am suspected to be in the mountains. (Yuan, The Scene of Lion Grove).

I have no mercy on people, I believe there are mountains and forests in the city. (Wen Zhiming, "Ode to the Humble Administrator's Garden, Ruoshutang").

I don't know that there are mountains and forests in the city, and Xie Gongshan Valley should be blameless. (Song "Autumn Visit to Zhou Huaiyun Pavilion".

Huaiyunge is now the northern half garden of Suzhou). 3. Cut off the dialect in the west of the city, and seclusion is definitely like a wild family.

(10,000 "Rethinking Jiang's Art Garden"). Who says that today is not what it used to be, we know that there are mountains and forests in the city.

(Qing Qianlong's "The Sentence of the Lion Forest"). 5. Where can the laity find high marks? There are mountains and forests in the city.

(Wang Qing Geng Yan's trip to the Lion Forest).

6. What are the poems praising "beautiful courtyard"? 1. How deep is the courtyard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not complicated.

-(Song) Ouyang Xiu's "Death" was searched deeply. How deep is it? Willow Yiyi, flying with patches of smoke, a curtain with many layers. 2. Xie Jia Courtyard is more upright, and Yan Su carves beams.

-(Qing) Nalan Xingde's "Picking Mulberry Seeds" passed overnight, and the two snuggled up to the courtyard. Swallows perched on the beams.

3. Courtyard deeply and quietly blamed Ying Ge and reported the arrival of Lang Wei wrongly. -(Qing) Tan Xian's "Dead Hua Lian" is silent in the deep courtyard and silent in the room.

Lovers travel far, people come and go, beautiful hairpins are inserted in dark clouds, and a beautiful woman lives alone. The woman suddenly heard her parrot croaking.

There was a sea of people in the yard, and the parrot suddenly spoke, which surprised people. She opened the door in a hurry, mistakenly thinking that the parrot told her that she was her lover, and she was disappointed. 4. The Courtyard on the Slender Moon at dusk is intensive in language and shallow in teaching.

-(Qing) Nalan Xingde's "Dream" In the courtyard at dusk, the moon is in the sky, and the two fall in love, and the drunkenness is gradually decreasing. 5. The courtyard is deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in late spring.

-(Song) Li Qingzhao's "Linjiang Fairy" has many buildings in the courtyard. There are clouds on the attic windows, and a faint mist permeates all around, but spring comes late. 6. Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed.

-(Song) Li Qingzhao's "Niannujiao Chun Qing" In the empty courtyard, an oblique wind and drizzle blew, and the doors at all levels were closed. 7. Moss invades the courtyard in the autumn wind.

If a bead curtain is idle, who will come all day? -(Five Dynasties) Li Yu's "Langtaosha" The autumn wind is bleak, and the steps covered with moss in the empty courtyard are obvious.

The bead curtain in front of the door hangs lazily and never rolls up. No one will visit it all day anyway. 8. Falling flowers dance in front of fashion.

Send yellow rain again. Half of Xiaolai's courtyard is red.

Only the hair is so weak that the sky is clear, Wan Li. -(Song) Ye Mengde's "Yu Meiren" The fallen flowers have fluttered with the wind, and it is raining at dusk.

In the early morning, half the yard was covered with residual red, and only spider silk was several thousands of feet long, floating and winding in the noble sky. 9. The yard is quiet and empty.

There is nothing to say, nothing to worry about. -(Song) Xin Qiji's "Manjianghong" The yard was quiet, and I thought about her in the empty space.

I am too worried about my country, but there is no room for 10. Curtain foil hanging in the courtyard, people alone, swallow Qi Fei. -(Song) Wang Yan's "Jiangchengzi Gui You Spring Society" The bead curtain hangs down and the courtyard is silent. I sat alone and watched the swallows fly.

Every year at the end of winter, plum blossoms are in bud, but in early spring and February, the earth has not fully recovered, but plum blossoms are in full bloom, and red buds and green calyx are covered with branches. The scenery is beautiful, and the cold fragrance smells refreshing.

Between plum trees, a flower path paved with white stones winds to the front of the building. The small building is made of white stone, green vines hang from the balcony on the second floor, the winding corridor fence at the bottom is accompanied by begonia and peach blossoms, the windowsill of the ice lattice window is painted light blue, and the cotton paper stuck on the window is as white as snow, which looks like a fairyland from a distance.

At this time, the night is already deep, the moonlight is weak and the stars are sparse. In this silent night, early winter, with the fragrance of plum blossoms, the silver lamp shines brightly on the snow-like white window paper, revealing two infinitely beautiful shadows, one sitting and the other standing.

Go to the end along the corridor of the main building of Zhuyuan, and you can enter the peak of Qiushan, a Yellowstone rockery with red stones. Only this color will give birth to autumn. The appropriateness of this mountain lies in its echo with the peaks other than the main peak, and in the consistency of its mountain landscape.

It is better to say that the bamboo garden is stacked with autumn mountains than to say that it is released. It is so stable and comfortable, in line with the laws of nature and pleasing to the eye. Only a few stones and a few bamboos are enough to make people linger in a gap in that mountain. Looking back, the cornice at the corner of Qiu Ge at the top of the mountain and the jade overpass that can be crossed only one step away from the mountainside remind people that they are in a rockery.