Poetry about the election of the cabin 1. A poem about a cabin
cottage
Year: Song Author: Chen
The hut is broken year after year, and the spring breeze comes year after year.
The cold recedes from the grass roots, and the flowers are also worth worrying about.
Add a poem to this preface, and dry Kun will enter the glass.
There is no thought in the clouds, and the evening is empty.
A thick mountain hut
Year: Song Author: Rao Lu
The mountains are stacked like jade, and there are people in the hut.
Chai Fei is silent and covered with moss, and the academy is leaning against bamboo.
The idle clouds are full of days, and the sound of the morning and evening is loud.
Non-success window paper leaks the moon shadow, and the stone inkstone is full of light.
Wind and dust frequently move between hills and valleys, and there is real happiness here.
When the door is quiet, there should be no vulgar guests, and Mao Shen is not afraid of autumn wind evil.
Talented people can help the Tao, and they must meet the sages, and the sun will shine every day.
Ashamed that I am drifting in a cave, where is the green hill in the hut?
cottage
Year: Song Author: Shu Yuexiang
The hut doesn't mean anything, but it's very cold.
Bai Ou is vast, and there are thousands of yellow birds.
It's snowing under the eaves, and it's cloudy in Pu Tao for thousands of days.
If you need this thing in the old society, if you want to find it in the alley.
cottage
Year: Song Author:
There are three huts, and the spring breeze has sprouted grass.
After the rain accumulated in the old garden, there were not many flowers on the old tree.
Huang is fishing, and the car is full of ancient books.
I'm too lazy to ask mom sang recently.
cottage
Year: Song Author: Xue Ying
The thatched cottage is short of bamboo rafters and does not work hard.
A bird's eye view of lofty ghosts and gods is suitable for future generations.
The ancient meaning is simple, and the wind is dangerous.
Plum blossoms are subtle, and a tree separates the fence.
cottage
Year: Song Author: Yang Fang
Love lives in a house, cooks and smokes.
Let go of * * and go out, and you will be handed down from generation to generation.
The bamboo mourning clouds are deep, and the reed window wears for half a month.
Taoyuan is interesting today, worthy of the blessing of the former sages.
Shimen cabin
Year: Ming Author: Ye
The vines hold the stone gate firmly, and the hut is afraid of the autumn wind.
Falling flowers and grass are lonely, and the wind and the sun are rustling.
There are wild horses in the mountains, and everything in the world is a dime a dozen.
If you don't worship singing and dancing, it's easy to plant Artemisia in the spring breeze.
The hut on Xinde West Street
Year: Ming Author: Yuan Kai
Eating meat is cheap, and hungry people dare to talk.
The fox is light and short brown and strangely poor.
I have been displaced since I was secular.
Lincang coastal area in the east and Sanjiang Mae in the north.
When slugs sting, they are horizontal, and whales and catfish are often bullied.
We only saw this lintel at the turn of the century.
The wall is like a Sima, and the leakage is like the original thought.
Neither Chen Pingxi nor Dong Shengman.
Cover or form a wall and weave reeds as a fence.
All the way to Baishagang, when households are in full swing.
In autumn in the distance, Lin Xuan is full of waves.
Rummaging for wild birds, jagged bush branches.
It is an eternal rule to give this level of business.
I'm so sincere. I'm glad Fang is here.
2. What are the poems describing huts?
beauty
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley.
A good girl from Ziyun.
When the problem appeared in the customs area, her brother and close relatives were killed.
What's the use of them in high positions, they can't even protect their own lives? .
The world is dismissive of adversity, and hope will go out like the light of a candle.
Her husband, with a wandering heart, is looking for a new face like jade.
When the morning glory is rolled up at night, the mandarin ducks lie side by side.
He can only see the smile of his new love, but he can't hear the cry of his old love.
The stream is pure at the source of the mountain, but its water turns dark far away from the mountain.
Wait for her maid to come back after selling pearls, and then she needs straw to build the roof.
She picked some flowers, not for her hair, but for letting pine needles fall from her fingers.
She forgot the thin silk sleeves and the cold, and leaned against a tall bamboo.
Beiqingluo
Year: Tang Author: Li Shangyin
Where the sun has entered the western hills, I look for a monk in his hut.
But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds.
I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane.
In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? .
The pride of the fisherman, the small bridge on the Ping 'an River,
Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi
The small bridge on the flat river bank is surrounded by thousands of people. Shui Rou blue, lingering with flowers and plants. There are some windows in the hut. Dust can't reach it. There is always a spring breeze.
Go to bed in the afternoon and smell the birds. Sleeping is like getting up early and listening to chickens crow. It suddenly occurred to me that an old friend is always old today. Dreaming is good. I forgot Handan Road at a loss.
Master Bodhisattva, a few huts idle by the water.
Year: Song Author: Wang Anshi
There are several huts idle by the water. A weeping willow with a single shirt and a short hat. These flowers were red last year,
Blow away the wind all night. The tip of the crescent moon is withering. I was drunk at noon and didn't wake up until late. Most importantly. Three or two orioles.
Red lips returning from the sea
Year: Yuan Author: Xie
After returning from the sea, the temple is as dry as frost grass. There are fewer thin fields. The swimming pool in the cabin garden is very small. Three plows and hoes, three women provide algae. Nice village. The manuscript of Rabbit Garden. This is my family heirloom.
Guyi
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Feeding the hungry eagle, the eagle is not satisfied;
Rich and restless, the old horse will eventually lament.
Scholars are eager for achievement, but they are afraid of wealth.
If you want to delay, five pots are tasteless.
The thatched cottage leaks in autumn, and the rice is deep in spring.
Long song pours turbid wine, and the world doesn't know the heart.
bookish
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Life is full of troubles and worries, and the situation is connected with flying in groups.
Two Niu Geng Wu, three huts wide.
It is inevitable that mugwort is sad, but simple silence is safe.
Everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine.
The second village.
Year: Meta Author: Wang Mian
The hut people look down on me, but I think it's very broad.
Clouds are full and rain is over the grass.
The guqin is stacked three times, and the breeze is bamboo.
There is no other way to keep in good health. The wall is broken.
3. What are the poems about "hut"?
1. "Bodhisattva Man, several huts are idle near the water" in Anshi, Wang Song, and several huts are idle near the water, with narrow shirts and short hats hanging down in the poplar.
If the flower was the brightest last year, it was the spring breeze that blew it away. How can it not be bright red? But tonight's new moon is lying on the top of the tree. I drank a cup of drunk wine at noon until I woke up that night.
What is most related to human feelings, thinking about it, or the two or three calls of orioles hidden deep in that bush. 2. "The hut was blown by the autumn wind" Tang Du Fu's August and autumn winds 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. "Bai Xueshi Caotang" Tang Du Fu's bachelor in Bishan burned whitebait, and the white horse went to the deep rock.
But he still studied as hard as Li Dong Fang Shuo, a writer of Han Dynasty. Although he is still young, he has finished his studies. Outside the hut, Xiangyun, like a car cover, gathered together closely and followed the path like a flood.
Since ancient times, glory and wealth must come from diligence, and knowledgeable people should read a group of books like cypress trees to seek fame. 4. "Bodhisattva's adult, several huts are idle near the water." A few huts in Anshi are idle near the water, and narrow shirts and short hats hang down from the poplar.
If the flower was the brightest last year, it was the spring breeze that blew it away. How can it not be bright red? But tonight's new moon is lying on the top of the tree. I drank a cup of drunk wine at noon until I woke up that night.
What is most related to human feelings, thinking about it, or the two or three calls of orioles hidden deep in that bush. 5. "Northern Qingluo" Don Li Shangyin, where the sun has entered the western hills, I found a monk in his hut.
But only the fallen leaves were at home, and I walked through the chilling clouds. I heard the sound of stone gongs at dusk, and I leaned all my weight on my slender cane.
In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for human passion? . 6. "Early summer is a thing" There is a bend in the Liang Shi cabin in Anshi, Wang Song, and the running water splashes twice.
Warm wind gives birth to wheat on sunny days, and green grass wins flowers.
4. Poetry related to thatch
cottage
Year: Song Author: Chen
The hut is broken year after year, and the spring breeze comes year after year.
The cold recedes from the grass roots, and the flowers are also worth worrying about.
Add a poem to this preface, and dry Kun will enter the glass.
There is no thought in the clouds, and the evening is empty.
A thick mountain hut
Year: Song Author: Rao Lu
The mountains are stacked like jade, and there are people in the hut.
Chai Fei is silent and covered with moss, and the academy is leaning against bamboo.
The idle clouds are full of days, and the sound of the morning and evening is loud.
Non-success window paper leaks the moon shadow, and the stone inkstone is full of light.
Wind and dust frequently move between hills and valleys, and there is real happiness here.
When the door is quiet, there should be no vulgar guests, and Mao Shen is not afraid of autumn wind evil.
Talented people can help the Tao, and they must meet the sages, and the sun will shine every day.
Ashamed that I am drifting in a cave, where is the green hill in the hut?
cottage
Year: Song Author: Shu Yuexiang
The hut doesn't mean anything, but it's very cold.
Bai Ou is vast, and there are thousands of yellow birds.
It's snowing under the eaves, and it's cloudy in Pu Tao for thousands of days.
If you need this thing in the old society, if you want to find it in the alley.
5. Poems about poverty
Being poor and white, it is difficult to grow up without being hit, which is naive.
Scholars have never been poor since ancient times, and a literary talent is even the world. -Huang Qing Ren Jing "The Scholars" has never been poor since ancient times.
If you are poor, tell me about yourself. What will your responsibility be? -Tang Meng Jiao's "Lide's New Residence" No.3.
I would rather be poor and enjoy life than be rich and worried. -Interpretation of Daoyuan's Legend of Jingdezhen Lights
The palace is Tian Shelang, and the palace of the emperor is at dusk. There are no seeds at home, and the man should be self-reliant! -"The Poetry of a Prodigy"
There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the world. The poor are happy, and the wind and rain are still calm. -Du Fu's "The Hut Was Blown by Autumn Wind"
Poverty can't be moved, and wealth can't be lewd-Mencius and Zou in the Warring States Period.
Don't worry about wealth and poverty. -Tao Yuanming's Biography of Mr. Wuliu
6. Sentences describing ancient thatched cottages
1, walked into the room, surrounded by bright sunshine from the bamboo window, where the table is also full of sunshine. There is a pale yellow plain silk on the table, next to a Guangdong inkstone, and several writing brushes are inserted in the pen container.
2. The windows in the basement face the street, and blinds are installed for fear that children will throw stones, which are covered with grotesque weeds collected from fences, ditches and fields. ...
There is a big box of rosewood marble in the room. There are all kinds of celebrity calligraphy stamps, dozens of precious inkstones, all kinds of pen containers, pens inserted in the pen sea, like trees.
4. When the six kings are finished, the four seas are one, Lushan is embarrassed, and Albania is out. Overpressure exceeds 300 miles, isolated from the sun. Mount Li is built in the north and folded in the west, leading directly to Xianyang. Erchuan dissolves and flows into the palace wall. Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion; Corridor waist back, eaves high; Hold the terrain, intrigue. There are thousands of waves in the hive. What is a cloudless dragon lying on a long bridge? After the road is empty, don't blame Eric? I don't know anything. Singing warm, spring is harmonious; Ballroom cold sleeves, wind and rain sad. Within a day, the climate is uneven between palaces.
As soon as I arrived at the door, there was a thin sweet smell coming on my face. Baoyu felt his eyes softened and even said, "It smells good". When he entered the room, he saw a picture of Tang Bohu's Sleeping Begonia hanging on the wall, and a couplet written by Qin Taixu, a scholar of the Song Dynasty, on both sides. The couplet says: tender cold locks dreams because of spring cold, and it smells fragrant.
6. There is a curtain embroidered with hunting pictures with various colors of gold and silver silk on the wall. Embroiderers were the most exquisite at that time. The bed is covered with the same gorgeous silk sheets, surrounded by short purple curtains.
7. Light sandalwood surrounds you, and the carved window frames are submerged by tiny sunlight. Take a closer look. Below you is a soft wooden bed, exquisitely decorated with carved flowers. Your body is a brocade quilt, leaning to one side, and an ancient woman's boudoir comes into view. The guqin stands in the corner, and the bronze mirror is placed on the wooden dresser. The room is so fresh and leisurely.
8. The whole room is covered with crimson Turkish brocade decorated with golden flowers. In the recess of the room, there is something like a sofa with several Arab swords on it. The scabbard is gilded, and the hilt is inlaid with glittering gems.
Fourteen, near the bamboo window, there are several pieces of rice paper on the rosewood table, several brushes on the inkstone, and several chrysanthemums in bud on the rice paper. Delicate brushwork seems to announce that the owner of the boudoir is also sentimental.
9. From time to time, there is a fragrance of rosewood, which is quiet and beautiful. Next to the couch are windows, exquisite carvings and rare wood. The scenery outside the window is beautiful, including rockeries, ponds, green lotus roots and pink water lilies. From time to time, a little maid passed by, but the footsteps were light and the conversation was light.
10, the room is very tidy, there is a simple bed in the corner, one end is a plaid curtain, and the other end is only a flour-brushed wall. There are mud bricks underground. Really spotless, but very wet. I don't think I'll do it again after the last wash.
1 1. On the couch is a Zhang Bu bed with green double embroidered worms. It gives people the impression that the whole place is spacious and dense, full of a natural and elegant book style.
12, on the other side there is a large Ruyao flower sac with a white chrysanthemum filled with crystal balls. In the middle of the Western Wall hangs a large Xiangyang Misty and Rain Map, with a pair of couplets on the left and right, which are Yan's ink. Word cloud: Clouds are idle, and spring scenery is wild. There is a big tripod on the box.
13, there is a big official kiln plate on the rosewood shelf on the left, which contains dozens of exquisite bergamot. There is a white jade chime hanging on the right side of the foreign lacquer shelf, with a small hammer next to it.
14. On the case, Wu Zetian's precious mirror was placed in the mirror room that day, and there was a gold plate dancing with a swallow, in which An Lushan threw too many papayas. There is a couch where Princess Shou Chang lies with His Royal Highness Zhang, and there is a couplet account made by Princess Tongchang.
15, this study is so quiet. The air is general and warm. The fire slowly glowed red. The wall is white and some silver pictures are printed on the white paper. The two bookshelves are also white, and the books with many gold-lettered signs on them are shining beautifully.
7. What are the ancient poems describing "dilapidated thatched cottage"?
The ancient poems describing the "dilapidated thatched cottage" include: autumn wind whistling in August, and three grasses rolling my home.
Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, said: "The hut was broken by the autumn wind."
Commentary: In the late autumn of August, the wind roared, and the wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof.
Original text:
Song of autumn wind breaking thatched cottage: Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
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!
8. Write an ancient poem about a thatched cottage in the rain
The autumn wind broke the hut.
Du fu in Tang dynasty
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 luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain! Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!