1. Ancient poems describing Fangshanshui

1. "Jiangnan Spring"

Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

Thousands of miles away, the oriole crows and the green reflects the red , Shuicunshanguojiuqifeng.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and many towers are in the mist.

2. "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"

Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty

North of Gushan Temple and west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low.

In several places, early orioles compete for warmth in the trees, while new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The wild flowers are gradually charming the eyes, and only Asakusa has no horse hooves.

My favorite part of the lake is the east side, where the green poplars shade the white sand embankment.

3. "Yellow Crane Tower"

Cui Hao of the Tang Dynasty

In the past, people had taken the Yellow Crane to go there, and the Yellow Crane Tower was vacant here.

The yellow crane will never return, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years.

There are Hanyang trees in Qingchuan and Parrot Island with luxuriant grass.

Where is Rimu Xiangguan? The smoke on the Yanbo River makes people sad.

4. "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind the Poshan Temple"

Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty

Entering the ancient temple early in the morning, the first sun shines on the high forest.

The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees.

The light of the mountains pleases the birds, and the shadows of the ponds empty the hearts of the people.

All sounds are silent, except for the sound of bells and chimes.

5. "Climbing the Yueyang Tower"

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

In the past I heard about the water in Dongting, now I am going up to the Yueyang Tower.

Southeast of Wu and Chu, the universe floats day and night.

There are no relatives or friends, and there are no old and sick people.

The soldiers and horses pass through the north of the mountain, and Pingxuan Tisi flows. 2. Poems about having houses and water

"Wind and Rain Crossing the Yangtze River" poem by Yuan Wu Lai

The great Jiangxi comes from Bashu, and goes straight down thousands of miles to pour water on Wu and Chu. I pointed to the Garlic Mountain from the Yangtze River and saw it now after reading the "Shui Jing". This is the most amazing ambition in my life. A small boat is proud of the misty rain. Raging winds and drumming waves tower over the city, and the sea brings tides to open the water house. The desolate and confused Yanli suddenly seems to be seen, where is the Fusang Yao? For a moment, the grass and trees were shaken, and the turtles were about to dance. The black cloud whale is disappointed, and the bright moon palace finally looks shameful. There is a dusk bell when you lean against Jinshan Mountain, and when you look at the poor quarrying stone, there is no oar in the morning. Whoever knocks his teeth and casts a curse can become a god, or he can sit upright and not vomit. The natural barrier has always been limited, and military books and books were sent to Yu day and night. The abnormal people of the Three Chus are like fishes and turtles, while the generals of the Huaihe and Huaihe Rivers are like bears and tigers. The brocade sail is only reflected in the sky for ten miles, and the iron chain is like a torch. The mulberry and hemp trees collect the dust of war on the shore, and the reeds grow into forests and fishermen come out. I would rather know that creating things is a piece of cake, and let the Changchuan River flow into Zunzu. It's sad that the obstacles are just white waves, but the heroes are gone. I have been thinking about the skill of sparing and chiseling for thousands of years, and I want to hold the cup of God Yu.

Attachment: "Chuzhou West Stream" of Tang Dynasty - Appreciation

There is a lonely grassy stream growing beside it, and there are orioles singing in the deep trees.

The spring tide brings rain late in the day, and there is no boat crossing the wild river.

[Appreciation] This poem was written by Wei Yingwu when he was the governor of Chuzhou. The poem describes the quiet scenery of Chuzhou's West Stream: the quiet grass grows silently beside the stream. Near the secluded grass, there are deep woods, and orioles are singing in the forest. In the evening, the spring rain fell violently, and the water in the stream rushed and rushed. The ferry in the wild was peaceful, with no one around except the ferry boat lying across the river. This poem combines movement and stillness, with a profound style, like a quiet ink painting.

Attached: "Bamboo Branch Poems" by Liu Yuxi of the Tang Dynasty

In front of the west gate of the city, there are piles of water, which cannot be destroyed by waves every year.

The troubled people are not as good as stones. When I was young, I traveled east and west again.

There are twelve noisy beaches in Qutang, and people say that the road has always been difficult.

People with long-lasting hatred are not as good as water, and they can make waves easily.

The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I can hear the singing on the Langjiang River.

The sun rises in the east and rains in the west. There is no sunshine but there is sunshine.

Spring grass grows at the top of Baidi City, and the Shu River is clear at the foot of Baiyan Mountain.

People from the south come up and sing a song, but people from the north don’t come up to express their nostalgia.

There are layers of peach and plum blossoms on the mountains, and fireworks in the clouds are home to people.

The silver and gold hairpins are used to carry water, and the long knives and short hats are used to burn rice.

Folk songs from the Zhuzhi Bayu area, when sung, "play the piccolo and beat the drums to attend the festival" and dance with your sleeves raised.

Southerners and locals

Northerners who were exiled from Chang'an to Shu

Attachment: "Jiangnan Spring Quatrains" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty

The oriole crows thousands of miles away, the green reflects the red,

The wind of wine flags in Shuicunshanguo.

There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasties,

How many towers are in the mist and rain.

Notes

1. Orioles cry: That is the language of orioles and swallows.

2. Guo; outer city. This refers to towns.

3. Wine flag: a small flag hung in front of the door as a mark of the hotel.

4. Southern Dynasties: refers to the Song, Qi, Liang, and Chen regimes that successively confronted the Northern Dynasties.

5. Pavilions: Pavilions and pavilions. This refers to the temple building.

6. Misty rain: drizzle, like smoke and mist.

Translation

The orioles are singing in the vast Jiangnan area, the green leaves are setting off the red flowers, spring is everywhere, in the water town and mountain city, the small flag in front of the hotel is swinging gently in the wind. Ah, the temples built in the Southern Dynasties in the past are now hidden in the mist and mist. 3. What are the poems that describe the house?

1. Two poems about spring in the mountain house. Tang Dynasty: Cen Shen. The wind is warm and the sun is shining in the spring, and the butterflies and bees are wandering into the house.

Several branches of willows hang low on the trusses, and a patch of mountain flowers falls on the pen bed. At dusk in Liang Garden, crows fly around, and three or two families are in despair.

No one knows where the garden trees are gone, but when spring comes, the old flowers still bloom. Translation: The spring breeze is soft, the sun is warm, and the spring light fills the eyes. Butterflies and bees fly into the living room from time to time.

A few willow branches in front of the door brushed the clothes hangers, and a piece of mountain flowers fell on the pen bed. The sun has set in the Liang Garden, and there are only a few crows flying around. Looking around, everything is desolate, with three or two families scattered here and there.

How can you know the trees in the garden? The people have dispersed and lost their prosperity. The annual spring breeze blows again, but they still bloom with the flowers of the past. 2. Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Meng Leng Golden House Song Dynasty: Jiang Jie Meng Leng Golden House.

Sighing at the Qin Zheng and Xiehong array, the plain strings were fluttering with dust. Turning into a delicate oriole and flying back, I still recognize the old green screen window.

It is raining, and the thorn peaches are like bean sprouts. Do you know that this hatred is difficult to level with? It is like a chess game on a Qiongtai platform.

The thin shadow looks like a bright candle. The mandarin tower is broken and the jade from east and west is shed.

Asking when Fang Tai will show up again, it’s hard to predict the green hairpin. Wait for the palace eyebrows to look like clouds and draw them on the raw silk painting.

I’m afraid, I’m new to makeup. The colorful fans and red teeth are all here today, hating no one, and listening to the Kaiyuan song.

Covering your empty sleeves, leaning against the cold bamboo. Translation: The golden house in the dream is already desolate. It is a pity that the string pillars arranged diagonally on the Qin Zheng are like flying geese, and the white strings of the Zheng are covered with dust.

She turned into a delicate oriole and flew back, and she could still make out the old green marks on the screen window. There was drizzle blowing outside the window, and the cherries and red beans were round and crystal clear.

This lovesickness, sorrow and hatred are difficult to calm down. Do you know this? It is like a jade chessboard, playing the chess game ups and downs. The solitary lamp reflected my thin figure, but I always thought the candlelight was too bright.

Yuanyang clinked glasses and drank wine upstairs, and the jade cups broke into pieces and the wine poured out. I would like to ask her whereabouts, when will we meet again? It's really hard to dislike the beauty with the green hairpin on her head.

She wanted to paint her eyebrows into a slender cloud shape, and her beautiful face was depicted in a raw silk painting. I am afraid it is not a fashionable new makeup. The colorful fans and tooth plates for singing and dancing are all here now, but I wish no one could understand the music of the prosperous Song Dynasty.

Covering your sleeves and wiping away your tears in emptiness, leaning alone on the lonely and cold green bamboo! 3. Two poems written on the wall of the house in Shushan during the Spring Festival Gala. Tang Dynasty: Guanxiu. The firewood gate is silent, the millet and rice are fragrant, and the firework in the mountain house is clear in spring. The flowers in the garden are misty and the water is cool, and a child cries out the oriole on the tree.

The water in the fragrant pond is full of black pupil trees, and the mandarin ducks and ducks are like poultry. The ridges in front of the village and back are deep with mulberry trees, and the neighboring houses to the east and west do not interfere with each other.

In front of the silkworm mother washing her cocoon, the shepherd boy plays the flute and bathes in clothes. The mountain old man stayed with me again and again, and pointed out with a smile that the melons and beans were ripe on the western slope.

Translation Chaimen is quiet, the rice is fragrant in the house, and the smoke from the farmhouse is curling up. After the spring rain, it will clear up the day after tomorrow. The flowers in the courtyard are misty, the water in the mountains is clear, and the children are crying and clamoring for the orioles on the trees.

The black water of the pond is densely covered with cattails, and mandarin ducks and ducks are playing in the water like poultry. There are many luxuriant mulberries in the fields in front of the village and behind the village, and the boundaries between the houses in the east and west are clear and do not invade each other.

The silkworm girl washes her cocoons in the clear stream in front of her, and the shepherd boy plays the piccolo while dressing and bathing in the water. The hospitable mountain man persuaded me to stay here as soon as possible. He pointed to Xipo with a smile and said that the melons and beans were about to mature.

4. Song of The Thatched House Destroyed by the Autumn Wind Tang Dynasty: Du Fu In August, the high autumn wind roared and rolled up the three thatched roofs of my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond.

The group of children in Nancun deceived me because I was old and weak, and I could not bear to face them as thieves. He hugged the grass and planted the bamboo, his lips were burnt and his mouth was dry and he couldn't breathe. When he came back, he leaned on his staff and sighed.

The wind in Russia makes the clouds dark, and the desert turns dark in autumn. The quilt has been as cold as iron for many years, and the delicate child is lying on it and is cracked inside.

The leakage at the bedside has no place to dry, and the rain has not stopped. Since my period is chaotic and I don’t sleep much, how can I get wet all night long? There are tens of thousands of mansions in Ande, which can shelter the poor people all over the world and make them happy. They are as peaceful as a mountain that cannot stand up to the wind and rain.

Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of my eyes, my house alone will be broken down and frozen to death! Translation: In the deep autumn of August, the strong wind roared loudly, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flew across the Huanhua Stream and scattered on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch was entangled in the tall treetops, and the low-flying thatch fell into the ponds and depressions.

A group of children in Nancun bullied me because I was old and weak. They had the heart to act like a "thief" and steal things in front of me. They brazenly ran into the bamboo forest holding thatch. I couldn't stop drinking even though I tried my best. When I got home, I leaned on a cane and sighed alone.

Soon after the wind stopped, the clouds in the sky were as black as ink, and the gloomy autumn sky gradually turned dark. The cloth quilt has been used for many years and is as cold and hard as iron. The child's sleeping posture was not good and the quilt was torn.

If it rains, there will be no dry place in the whole house, and the raindrops will leak down like drooping twine. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I have had very little sleep time. How can I wait until dawn after a long night when the house is damp and dry? How can we get tens of millions of spacious houses, universally shelter the poor scholars in the world and make them smile, and the house will not be moved by wind and rain, as stable as a mountain?

Alas! When will such a tall house appear in front of me, I will be willing to die even if my thatched hut is blown apart by the autumn wind and I freeze to death! 5. Qingpingle·Staying Alone at Wang's Nunnery in Boshan Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji Hungry rats circled the bed, and bats turned over the lamps and danced. The pine trees on the house are blown by the heavy rain, and I am talking to myself between the broken paper windows.

He lived in the north and south of the Yangtze River all his life, and came back with a beautiful face. Sleeping in a dream in the autumn night under the quilt, you can see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers before your eyes.

Translation Hungry mice scurried around the bed, and bats danced up and down around the dim oil lamp. The strong wind carries the pine waves, roaring like turbulent waves; the heavy rain pours down, beating rapidly on the roof; the window paper is torn by the wind, making a huffing sound, as if talking to itself.

From the north of the Great Wall to the south of the Yangtze River, now she has returned to the mountains and forests, with an old face and white hair. A gust of cold autumn wind blew through the thin quilt, and I suddenly woke up. In front of me, I still vaguely saw thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in my dream. 4. Ancient poems about water

Green mountains stretch across Beiguo, and white water surrounds the east city.

The cold mountains turn green, and the autumn water flows through the stream.

When I see you in Gusu, all the people are sleeping on the river." "Several thatched houses are on the clear stream, and the sound of thousands of cicadas is setting in the sun." (Tang Dynasty. Dai Shulun's "A Friend Lives in the Mountains"), "Dry rain and light smoke There are cage grass trees, the setting sun and winding water wrap around the tower" ("Huanxi Sand" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty), "The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu" (Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty), "The clothes under the stream are always moist, and the mountain belt The sun is setting near the city" (Xu Xuan of the Southern Tang Dynasty), "The orioles are singing thousands of miles away, and the green is reflected in red, and the wind of wine flags in the mountains and rivers of the water village" (Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty) are such poems describing waterside residences.

Confucius in "The Analects of Confucius" says: "Those who know (wise) are happy in water, and those who are benevolent are happy in mountains."

It means that smart people love water, and virtuous people love mountains. Probably because in modern times, more and more smart people are willing to choose waterfront housing. Waterfront real estate has become very popular.

The spring flow of the river is gone,

The moon sets over the river pool and turns to the west again

The Yellow River flows to the east, and the white sun sets over the west sea.

The passing river and the flowing light are drifting and do not care about each other.

The spring beauty has left me, and the autumn hair has faded.

Life is not like a cold pine tree, how can you keep your appearance forever?

I should ride on the clouds and absorb the scenery and retain its brilliance.

The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles,

Where is the spring river without moonlight

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Li Bai

Mid-Moon Autumn in Mount Emei

Shadows enter the water flow of Pingqiang River

Clear stream flows towards the Three Gorges at night

Missing you, I miss you in Yuzhou

The rivers and lakes are white at sunset, and the sky and earth are green when the tide comes

("Farewell to Xing Guizhou") White water is outside the bright fields, and green peaks emerge from the mountains. ("New Clear Ambition")

The white clouds look back and merge, and the blue mist enters and sees nothing. ("Zhongnan Mountain")

Looking back on the lake, the green mountains are rolling leisurely in the distance. At dusk, I am returning to the white clouds alone. ("Returning to Wangchuan")

White clouds. ("Jianhu") The maple trees in Jiujiang are green several times, and the five lakes in Yangzhou are white. ("Replying to the Wise Brother with Cui Fu") 5. What are the poems describing the house?

1. The high autumn wind in August rolled up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and spreads across the outskirts of the river. The taller ones hang on the treetops, while the lower ones float around the pond. ——"Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

Interpretation: In August, the autumn was deep, and the strong wind howled, and the strong wind swept away several layers of thatch on my roof. Thatch flies across the Huanhua River and is scattered on the other side of the river. The thatch that flies high is entangled in the tall treetops, and the grass that flies low flutters and sinks into the ponds and depressions.

2. The sunset is getting dusk through the screen window, and no one in the golden house can see the traces of tears. ——"Spring Resentment" Liu Fangping (Tang Dynasty)

Interpretation: The sunshine outside the screen window fades, and dusk gradually falls; I lock the beautiful house, and no one can see my sad tears.

3. The music room is full of pearls and greenery, and the deep alley has orchestral tune. ——"Youth Journey" Liu Changqing (Tang Dynasty)

Definition: The bead curtain is closed in the secret room, and music is playing in the long alley.

4. Build a pavilion to the north of the hall, and dig a pond to the south to divert water and plant trees to serve as a resting place. ——"Xiyu Pavilion" Su Shi (Song Dynasty)

Definition: A pavilion was built to the north of the main room, and a pond was dug to the south to attract running water, and trees were planted to serve as a resting place. .

5. The high gate is built in a jagged place, and the two floating towers are almost too clear. ——"Ode to the Tongque Terrace" by Cao Zhi (Wei and Jin Dynasties)

Explanation: This is really a majestic and tall building, and the high platforms on both sides seem to be floating in space. 6. Ancient poems about "water"

He Bo

He and his daughter swam in the Nine Rivers, and the wind stirred the water and made waves. [1]

Riding on a water chariot with a lotus cover, riding on two dragons and riding on chi. [2]

Climbing Kunlun and looking around, my heart is soaring and mighty.

As the sun approaches dusk, I forget to return home. [3]

The fish scale house is in the dragon hall, and the purple shell is in the pearl palace.

The spirit is only in the water.

Riding on a white turtle, I chased salmon, and I swam with my daughter to the end of the river.

There will be chaos in the future. [4]

I am traveling eastwards to meet each other, and I am sending my beauty to Nanpu.

The rolling waves come to greet you, and the scales of the fish come to greet you. [5]

Source:

Chinese Poetry - Pre-Qin Dynasty - Qu Yuan

Spring water

The spring water of Aobi also flows in Qi. [1]

If you are pregnant with guarding, you will not think about it for a long time.

Couple with other concubines and chat with them for their plans. [2]

I will stay and stay in □, and I will drink and drink from you. [3]

If a woman is good, she will be far away from her parents and brothers.

I asked my aunts and then my uncles.

Go and stay in Qian, drink and drink in words. [4]

Carrying fat and carrying jurisdiction, returning the car with words.

Is it harmful to achieve perfection in guarding? [5]

I miss the fat spring and sigh forever. [6]

Thinking about whiskers and water, my heart is at ease. [7]

I travel with words to write about my worries.

Source:

Chinese Poetry - Pre-Qin Dynasty - The Book of Songs

The rising water

The rising water is chiselled with white stone. [1]

In plain clothes and Zhu Xun, he follows his son Yu Wo. [2]

Now that I see a gentleman, why not be happy?

The rising water and the white stone are bright.

Plain clothes and red embroidery, follow the son and the swan. [3]

Now that I have seen a gentleman, why should I be worried?

The rising water and the sparkling white rocks. [4]

I heard that I was destined, but I didn’t dare to tell anyone.

Jianjia

Jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. [1]

The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. [2]

If you follow it back, the road is blocked and long; [3]

If you follow it, you will find it in the middle of the water. [4]

Jian Jia is miserable, and the white dew is still there. [5]

The so-called Yiren is on the water. [6]

If you follow it back, you will find the road is blocked; [7]

If you follow it, you will wander in the water. [8]

The dew is still blooming when we are picking the jianjia. [9]

The so-called beauty is in the stream of water. [10]

If you follow it back, the road is blocked and to the right; [11]

If you follow it, you will wander in the water. [12]

Shangxie

Shangxie!

I want to know you,

My long life will never fade away.

The mountains have no mausoleums, the rivers are exhausted,

The winter thunder shakes the summer rain and snow,

The heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to be with you!

Poems about Greedy Spring

The ancients said that this water is worth a thousand gold.

Try to make the barbarians drink together, but they will not change their minds in the end.

Songs of the Four O'clock in the Midnight

Summer Songs

Lotuses bloom in the south of the Yangtze River,

Red light covers the clear water.

The colors are the same and the heart is the same;

The lotus root is the same but the heart is the same.

Sauvignon Blanc

Bian water flow, Si water flow,

Flow to Guazhou ancient ferry,

Wushan is a little sad.

I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time,

I hate it until I return home.

People lean on the building in the bright moon.

Waves on the sand

Let me ask you about the river tide and the sea water,

How are you like the love of a king and the heart of a concubine?

Hatefulness is not as good as tide and faith.

When you miss each other, you will realize that the sea is not deep.