1. Poems about the old house

Poems about the old house 1. What are the poems describing the "old house"

He Xinlang Dream Cold Golden House

Song Dynasty: Jie Jiang

Dream Cold Golden House? She turned to the warbler to fly back, and can recognize the old green marks of the screen. Outside the window is blowing drizzle, cherry and red bean mellow crystal. This acacia sorrow hate is difficult to calm, jun can know? This hatred is hard to tell whether you know it or not, just like playing a chess game. The light of the light reflected my emaciated figure, and the light of the candle was too bright.

the broken flowers in the summer palace shed jade. When will she meet again? Wait for the palace eyebrows to cross the clouds and draw a picture. To draw the palace eyebrows into a cloud pattern, the picture of raw silk depicts her show, only afraid is not the fashionable Xinzhuang. Song and dance of the color fan, dental lamina are now in, only hate no one, can the great song various music understand. Empty the sleeve tears, only lean on the lonely cold bamboo!

Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying

Liu Se Chun Yin Chong. Dongfeng Li, send Yunyan high quickly. The book is drizzling, the window is snowing, and the well is cold and the pen is frozen. Home Lin Xiuju frost is old, smile is divided, toad is close to laurel seeds. Ying Maoyuan, fighting in black dragon, only the tide offers strange Wu Feng.

Jade eyebrows are hidden in the dark, and the air pressure of Lingyun is a dream for thousands of years. The name is light ink, the robe is green and the grass is purple and green. The new sentence of Feixiang Apricot Garden is dazzling and fascinating, and the spring outing is suddenly vertical. Make happy sounds, magpies around the court, and red curtains move.

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

In August and autumn, the high wind howled, and the triple grass was rolled up on my house. Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the outskirts of the river. The highest one hung a long forest tip, and the lower one floated to Shentang 'ao.

The children in Nancun bullied me, and I was old and weak. I could bear to be a thief opposite, and openly carried the wool into the bamboo. I can't breathe when my lips are burnt and my mouth is dry. When I return, I sigh on my staff.

in a moment, the wind will set the clouds and ink color, and in autumn, the desert will turn dark. The cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and jiao er is lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp. What's the point of getting wet in the long night?

There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, which greatly protects the world's poor people from all smiles, and the wind and rain do not move like a mountain. Whoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, I will freeze to death alone! (Death is enough: death is enough)

It's very cold in Taiyuan except at night

Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian

sent a message to all the tourists in the world, ignoring the cold and using his worries.

the spring breeze is not far away, only at the east end of the house.

Tang Dynasty: Liu Fangping

Sunset on the screen window and dusk, and no one saw the tears in the Golden House.

Lonely and empty, spring is late, and pear blossoms are everywhere.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

hungry rats around the bed, bats dancing with lanterns. There is a breeze blowing in the house, and it is raining hard, and I am talking to myself between broken paper windows.

I've been in the north and south of the Yangtze River all my life, and I'm pale when I come back. A cold autumn wind blowing through the thin cloth quilt, suddenly woke up, in front of the eyes or the dream of the country.

The following is a brief introduction of some authors:

Du Fu (712-771 AD), with a beautiful word, was named Shaoling Yelao. Han nationality, originally from Xiangyang, is from Gongxian County, Henan Province (now Gongyi, Henan Province). A great realistic poet in Tang Dynasty, together with Li Bai, was called "Li Du". In order to distinguish Li Shangyin and Du Mu from "Little Li Du", Du Fu and Li Bai are also called "Great Li Du", and Du Fu is often called "Old Du".

Du Fu's influence on China's classical poetry is far-reaching, and he is called "the sage of poetry" by later generations, and his poems are called "the history of poetry". Later generations called him Du Shiyi and Du Gongbu, and also called him Du Shaoling and Du Caotang. Du Fu created such famous works as Spring Watch, Northern Expedition, Three Officials and Three Farewells. In 759, Du Fu abandoned his official post and went to Sichuan. Although he escaped from the war and lived a relatively stable life, he still cared about the whole life and held a state affair. Although Du Fu is a realistic poet, he also has a wild and uninhibited side. It is not difficult to see Du Fu's heroism and dry clouds from his masterpiece "Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking". The core of Du Fu's thought is the Confucian thought of benevolent governance, and he has the grand ambition of "to make the monarch Yao and Shun superior, and then to make the customs pure". Although Du Fu's fame was not prominent when he was alive, his fame spread far and wide, which had a far-reaching impact on China literature and Japanese literature. About 1511 poems of Du Fu have been preserved, most of which are collected in Du Gongbu Collection.

Xin Qiji (May 28, 1141-October 3, 2117), whose original name was Tanfu, later changed to You 'an, whose name was Jia Xuan, was born in Licheng County, Jinan, Shandong East Road (now Sifengzha Village, yaoqiang town, Licheng District, Jinan). The uninhibited poets and generals in the Southern Song Dynasty are known as the "dragons in ci". Together with Su Shi, they are called "Su Xin" and Li Qingzhao as "Jinan Er 'an".

Xin Qiji was born in the state of Jin. He was a teenager who resisted Jin and returned to Song Dynasty. He once served as an envoy to Jiangxi and Fujian. He is the author of "Ten Treatises on Meiqin" and "Nine Discussions", which provide a strategy for Chen Zhanshou. Because of his disagreement with the ruling peace faction, he was impeached and resigned, and retired to the mountain. Before and after the Kaixi Northern Expedition, it was successively used as Shaoxing Magistrate, Zhenjiang Magistrate, and Shu Mi. In the third year of the jubilee (1217), Xin Qiji died at the age of 68. After the gift to Shao Shi, posthumous title "Zhong Min".

Xin Qiji took recovery as his aim all his life, and praised himself for his achievements. However, he was ill-fated, ostracized and ambitious. However, his patriotic belief in restoring the Central Plains has never wavered, but his passion, concern and anxiety about the rise and fall of the country and the fate of the nation are all contained in his poems. The artistic style of his ci is diverse, mainly bold and unconstrained, and the style is heavy and heroic, but there is no lack of delicacy and softness. His ci has a broad theme and uses allusions to express his patriotic enthusiasm for restoring national unity, pour out his grief and indignation, and condemn the humiliation and peace of the rulers at that time. There are also many works that recite the rivers and mountains of the motherland. There are more than 611 existing words, including the collection Jia Xuan Long and Short Sentences, which has been handed down from generation to generation.

2. Poetry about the old house

Spring shows the neighborhood

Song Dynasty: Chen Shidao

broke the wall and caught the rain, and there was no monk and swallow writer in the old house.

I want to go out and laugh, but I don't want to return to the dust.

the wind turns the spider's web on three sides, and the thunderous bee takes advantage of both sides.

I have repeatedly missed my neighbor's spring appointment, but only now I have not blossomed.

Translation

The broken wall was wet by the spring rain, and snails crawled and left skewed seal characters. There were no monks in the dilapidated old house, only Liang Yan committed crimes and regarded it as a writer. The spring is beautiful, I really want to go out to follow the laughter, and I feel that my face is covered with dust when I come back.

When the spring breeze blows over the cobwebs, the flying insects can still escape on three sides. Spring thunder shakes the bee's nest, and the wasps can be arranged in an official position. I broke my promise several times and couldn't go to the south neighbor to enjoy the spring date. I just hope there are still spring flowers that have not yet opened.

Extended information:

Creation background of

The first couplet stresses the bleak scene of continuous spring rain and the shabby and cold place where you live. Zhuan Lian expresses the bleak feeling cup that although he wants to go out for spring, he feels disheartened, which shows that the poet is not satisfied with his life. The necklaces are painted with ink since childhood, depicting the lively spring scene in front of them, and hiding their own inappropriate generosity.

The couplet is to the point, apologizing for failing to live up to the neighbor's invitation, and writing that it is still willing to go to the appointment to enjoy the last spring. This poem is written by the poet to his neighbors to explain the reasons for his "repeated loss" and "spring appointment", and also to express his miserable and lonely life and mood.

language is bold and innovative, and the touch of iron turns into gold. The whole poem is deep in emotion and novel in artistic conception.

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3. What are the sentences describing the old house

1. Who gave who a short drift and who gave whom a lifetime memory, only the old house knows;

Only you know who has soaked the night with his tears and who has given his heart to tomorrow.

2. It was nearly noon when I entered the village. After turning several hutongs, I approached the old house. At first glance, there are blue bricks and red tiles, cement as the base, and lime touching the top. Although mottled walls and grass swaying between corrugated rooms can be seen everywhere, I haven't seen the broken scene in my mind after I have gone too far for many times.

3. The smoke from the kitchen is still the same. The body of the civil structure is dying in the sunset, and the fire is burning in the stove, spitting out the warmth of a room. In this old house, many years ago, grandma used her chapped hands to weave a poor life, warming my cold soul and illuminating my childhood life. The old heatable adobe sleeping platform has been fragmented, the old knife marks are exposed on the threshold, and the walls are covered with dust. Now, I'm sitting in the old house, but I can't see the owner of the old house. I'm leaning on the old house, leaving only two lines of clear tears flowing on my old cheeks. Although the old house is old, it is still an indelible memory in my life.

4. The old house in my memory was accompanied by my childhood and adolescence. I heard that it was built in the spring of the year when I was born. In the northeast of the village, it seems that at first it was just a lonely row of five north houses, and there was nothing else. Later, it was slowly built, not to mention the neighbors. Although it was only a row of five rooms, I heard that it was also a sensation in the whole village and even the surrounding villages. It is said that it was only because there were many. Because most of the houses built in the village in those days were all made of clay or even mud.

5. I stared blankly, and the old house stood quietly. The dilapidated walls support the dilapidated roof, like an elderly mother staring at her long-lost son, looking at each other speechless. The scene in front of and behind the house, the busy shadow of my mother in the hospital, the evening when my father came back from herding cattle, like yesterday, and like I am a kite in the sky, flying high and far. My old house is a beautiful hand holding a kite string. It always comes into my dream at night, stirring my homesickness. Now I am outside my dream and my old house is inside my dream.

6, mottled walls, endured graffiti; Rusted windows are used to laughter and noise; The dilapidated door guards one fairy tale after another.

7. Crossing the sleeping stone sill, I found that the door of the old house was short. Stroking the slippery marks I have walked through, I saw the sail shadow of life, gone away … Oh, the door leaf of the old house, why don't you sing any more? I remember sitting on your shoulder and spending every quiet evening-growing, so indifferent! I know everything will fall asleep. But until then, my eyes will always be watching, no matter where I am! Tonight, I write down the poem of life, just for you-the watcher of the home ...

8. Corrugation paved the square sky, and the tiles with green lake color were next to each other. In the golden glory, the ancient years were precipitated, and the green was still deposited, just like jade in a pearl dish. Clouds in the sky are like soft feathers, floating in the summer days. Leaning against the drooping green willows leaping in the wind, they are intertwined and separated harmoniously, as if telling each other's thoughts. There is a shade in front of the house, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is blooming on the moss steps. One courtyard is intoxicated and the other courtyard is fragrant ... < P > 9. Looking closely at the khaki wall, there are cracks, and the wind permeates, filling with coldness and expanding my heart. Once upon a time, your full posture appeared in the wind, solid and airtight. And the residual temperature in your hand, when is it no longer warm? Ask yourself, and I'm asking you. Is it too long to wait? I reached out and touched it, and the thick layers of ash on the log table suddenly made public in the air. Makes me cough. I heard your weak breath, so subtle and heavy with a sigh. I touched my face and found a wet feeling. Sorry, old house! I saw a girl running around the yard, just like me. You are laughing heartily, and the curve of your face is very soft. Suddenly the girl disappeared, your eyes glazed over, you were shackled, locked in the years, and you gradually lost your grace.

11. The old house is in ruins. Pushing open the creaking wooden door, you can see the weeds in the courtyard, which is half a person's height. The wall of the west house has collapsed, and the sun shines straight on the heatable adobe sleeping platform, so some people are miserable.

The house in the east is still standing, but there are many leaks that make it uninhabitable. There are still clear signs of doodling with a brush on the wall when we were young. When we opened the door, the room was in a mess, and the newspaper pasted on the top window was tattered and faintly dusty. The corner has been covered with bits and pieces of cobwebs, but the spiders have dried up and hanged there. The dust on the kang is as thick as the joints. Seeing this scene, I really feel like a lifetime ago.

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