I. Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, "Thatched House Broken by Autumn Winds"
The winds of August and Autumn were so angry that they rolled up the three-fold thatch on my house. The thatched cottage flew across the river and sprinkled the outskirts of the river, and the high one hung the hangings on the top of the long forest, and the lower one drifted to the sinking pond.
The children in the southern village bullied me into being old and weak, and they were able to take me to the opposite side of the street as a thief. The first thing I did was to go to the bamboo, and when my lips were burning and my mouth was dry, I couldn't call out, so I came back and leaned on my staff.
The winds of the past have set the clouds in ink, and the autumn is dark. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid. The bed is not dry, and the rain is like hemp. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this," he said!
The world's largest building is the world's largest building, and the world's largest building is the world's largest building, and the world's largest building is the world's largest building.
Translation:
In the depths of autumn in August, the wind was furious, the wind rolled away several layers of thatch on my roof. The thatched grass flew about, crossing the Raccoon River and scattering on the other side of the river. The high-flying thatch is entangled in the high treetops, and the low-flying thatch is fluttering and sinking into the ponds and puddles.
A group of children in the southern village bullied me into old age, no strength, and even tolerate such a face to face as a "thief" to rob things, without fear of holding the thatched grass ran into the bamboo forest to go. I dry lips can not stop drinking, back on crutches, alone sigh.
A while ago, the wind stopped, the sky clouds as black as ink, the late fall sky gloomy and misty gradually black down. The cloth quilt cover for many years, and cold and hard, like iron plate. The child's sleeping posture is not good, and the quilt is broken. When it rains, the roof leaks, and there is no dry place in the house, and the rainwater on the roof keeps leaking down like twine. Since the Anshi Rebellion, I've had very little time to sleep, and it's been a long night with a leaky roof and a wet bed, so I can't wait until morning.
How can I get ten million spacious and tall houses to universally cover the poor readers in the world, so that they can smile and laugh, and the house is not moved in the storm, and is as stable as a mountain? Alas! When will such a lofty house appear before my eyes, then even if my hut is broken by the autumn wind, I will be willing to die of cold myself!
Second, the Southern Song dynasty, Xin Qiji "Qing Ping Le - Lodging Alone in Wang's Nunnery, Boshan"
Hungry rats around the bed, bats turn over the lights to dance.
I was born in the north and south of the Yangtze River, but my hair is pale. The first thing I want to say is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this.
Translation:
Hungry mice jumped around the bed, bats fluttered up and down around the lamp. The pine wind on the house came rushing in with heavy rain, and the paste window paper was torn by the wind, making a whistling sound as if it were talking to itself.
Life in the north and south of the Yangtze River, now returning to the gray hair, old face. The cloth is thin, windy and rainy autumn night, woke up from the dream, in front of the vaguely still dreaming of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
Third, the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai "concubine thin life"
The Han Emperor weight Ajiao, stored in the golden house.
Coughing and spitting fell to the sky, and the wind gave birth to pearls and jades.
Translation:
Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once favored Ajiao so much that he built a golden house for her to live in.
She was so powerful that even if she spat a mouthful of sleepy foam, it would be transformed into jewels and jades with the wind.
Fourth, the Northern Song Dynasty, Mei Yaochen's "The Potter"
Pottery all the soil in front of the door, no tile on the house.
Ten fingers do not touch the mud, and the scales live in the building.
The tile-burners dug and dug all day long, but there was not a single tile on their houses.
Those who are rich and powerful do not even touch the mud with their fingers, but they live in high-rise buildings covered with tiles.
V. Tao Yuanming's "Reading the Classic of Mountains and Seas"
The grass grows long in Monsummer, and the trees around the house are sparse.
The birds are happy to have a support, I also love my hut.
Translation:
The grass grows luxuriantly in Monsummer, and green trees surround my house.
The birds are happy as if they have something to hold on to, and I also love my hut. will not soil its own nest (England)
○ For Adam, heaven was his home; but for Adam's descendants, home is their heaven (Voltair)
○ My house is as a castle to me, and the law cannot drive me out of it --- (Will Stamford)
★ "Home" in the Tang Dynasty Poems "
○Once I resigned from this place, the four seas became my home. (Li Shimin's "Two Songs on Passing the Old House")
○My family's pillars and stones are in decline, and I am worried about learning from Qiu Prayer. （
○Returning to the boat does not wait for the moon, returning to the house of the king of Yue. （
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you. (Wang Jian, "Miscellaneous Songs and Ballads - Liaodong Xing")
○The fisherman who fishes in the Alarm Creek Bay, the small boat is his home in the west and the east. （
○My family is far away from the green hills of Wu Hui, and the white clouds of Guansai are deep in my hometown. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning Home on a Spring Day in the North of the Seychelles")
○Huangshang Yuanji, the state is at peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Chinese Harmonious Music - The Sixth Song of the Reserve Palace")
○There are no neighbors in the field, and I sit alone in a garden in spring. （
○The mountains and rivers are only an inquiry, and the palace is not a home. （
○Hibiscus and Qin Di Marsh, Lu Tangerine Han's home. （
○East home and west house at the same time, north to the south is not more than a month. （
○Family has already plowed the field, and the well house has started to smoke in the morning. (Wei Yingwu "garden Yanqi, send Zhaoying Han Mingfu, Lu book")
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★ Tang poetry "home"
○ once resigned from this place, the four seas for home. （
○Returning to the boat does not wait for the moon, returning to the house of the king of Yue. （
The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you. (Wang Jian, "Miscellaneous Songs and Ballads - Liaodong Xing")
○The fisherman who fishes in the Alarm Creek Bay, the small boat is his home in the west and the east. （
○My family is far away from the green hills of Wu Hui, and the white clouds of Guansai are deep in my hometown. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning Home on a Spring Day in the North of the Seychelles")
○Huangshang Yuanji, the state is at peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Chinese Harmonious Music - The Sixth Song of the Reserve Palace")
○There are no neighbors in the field, and I sit alone in a garden in spring. （
○The mountains and rivers are only an inquiry, and the palace is not a home. （
○Hibiscus and Qin Di Marsh, Lu Tangerine Han's home. （
○East home and west house at the same time, north to the south is not more than a month. （
○Family has already plowed the field, and the well house has started to smoke in the morning. (Wei Yingwu's "Rising from the Garden Yen, Sending to Han Mingfu and Lu Jishu of Zhaoying")
3.Drunken Wu Yin Xiang Mei good, white-haired who old woman?
The eldest child is hoeing beans on the east side of the stream, and the middle child is weaving a chicken coop.
The most important thing is that the little one is lying on his back, peeling the lotus seedpods.
2. Tang - Liu Yuxi "ugly room"
The mountain is not high, the immortal is famous. The water is not deep, the dragon is spiritual. I am a humble house, but I am a virtuous and cozy person. The moss traces on the steps are green, the grass color into the curtain green. There are honored scholars to talk and laugh, and there are no white men in the world. You can tune your zither and read the Golden Scriptures. No silk and bamboo messes with the ears, and no paperwork is laborious. Zhuge's Lodge in Nanyang, Ziyunting Pavilion in Xishu. Confucius cloud: what ugly there?
3. Tang - Wang Wei "Spring in the garden"
Spring turtles on the house, the village side of the apricot blossom white. The first time I saw him, I was in the middle of the spring, and he was in the middle of the field, and he was in the middle of the field.
The swallow knows the old nest, and the old man sees the new calendar. The first time I saw this was when I was a little girl, and the second time I saw it was when I was a little girl, and the third time I was a little girl.
4. Song Yang Wanli's "Cold Food on the Mound"
The track is straight, but the bridge is not so thin!
The bridge is a very dangerous one.
The distant mountains and the maple are pale, and the broken house is lonely by the wheat.
The pear blossom has been in the air since the last day of the year, and it's the only thing that's left to worry about.
5. Tang Dynasty - Du Fu, "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind"
In August, the autumn wind was so high that it rolled up three times the thatched roof of my house. The thatched cottage flew across the river and sprinkled the outskirts of the river, the high one hanging over the hanging net at the top of the long forest, and the lower one drifting around the sunken pond.
The children in the southern village bullied me into being old and powerless, and they were willing to take me as a thief and go into the bamboo. The first time I saw it, I was so happy to see it, and I was so happy to see it, and I was so happy to see it.
The winds of the past have set the clouds in ink, and the autumn is dark. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The bed is not dry, and the rain is like hemp. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this," he said.
The world's largest building is a ten million square meter building, and the world's coldest people are all happy, and the wind and rain do not move as well as the mountain.
4. Poems about houses
1. Once resigned from this place, the four seas are home. (Li Ang's "Question on Cheng Xiuji's Bamboo Barricade")
3. The emperor's house is on the side of the king's road, and the gods, horses, dragons, and turtles pour out the holy spring. (Cai Fu's "Songs for Suburban Temples - Enjoying the Dragon Pond - Chapter 2")
4. The boat does not wait for the moon to return to the house of the king of Yue. (Li Bai's "Songs of Harmony" (相和歌辞-子夜四时歌四首-夏歌))
5. The war is over, and each of us has to put away our bows and arrows, and our homes are far away from the west side of the country. (Wang Jian's "Miscellaneous Songs and Dances - Journey to Liaodong")
6. The small boat is the home of a fisherman in the west and the east. (Zhang Zhihe's "Songs and Ballads of Fishing Fathers")
7. My home town is far away from the green mountains of Wu Hui, and the white clouds of Guansai are deep in my hometown. (Chen Ziliang's "Thinking of Returning Home on a Spring Day in the North of the Seychelles")
8. Huangshang Yuanji, the country is at peace. (Lu Zhaolin's "Nine Chapters of Chinese Harmonious Music - The Sixth Song of the Palace of Residence")
9. The family has no neighbors, and sits alone in a garden in spring. (Lu Zhaolin's "Two Songs on the Rate of Spring Evening at the Mountain Villa")
10. The mountains and rivers are only an inquiry, but the palace and the temple are not a home. (Zhang Jiuling's "The First Exit from the City of Luo")
11. Hibiscus in Qin's swamps and tangerines in Han's home. (Song Zhiwen, "Responding to a Banquet in the Hibiscus Garden on a Spring Day")
12. Under the flowers and moonlight in the forest pond, there is a different kind of spring. (Wang Bo, "Night Sitting on a Mountain")
13. There are many fishermen in Pukou, inviting me to their boats. （
14. Whose house is on the banks of the Qiantang River? (Wang Changling's "The Lady of Raccoon")
15. Miles of miles are left to the lonely sword, and thousands of peaks are left to the family. (Liu Changqing's Gift to Yuan Rongzhou)
16. Du Mu's The Palace of the Abangos
17. Wang Bo's The Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion
18. Fan Zhongyan's The Record of the Yueyang Tower
19. Liu Yuxi's Inscription on a Poorly Planned Room
20. Cui Hao's The Yellow Crane's Cradle
21. Fan Chengdah's Tuanwagong Fugue
22. The Long Gate Fugue by Sima Xiangru
23. The Songs of Music in the Palace One of them (Tang - Li Bai)
Inscription: Made by imperial decree. The Ming Emperor sat in the Shenxiang Pavilion, feeling something, and wanted to get Bai for the music. Called in, and white has been drunk, around the face with water, a little relief. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you.
The smallest of the gold houses, surplus in the purple micro. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first time I went to the palace, I often went back to the carriage. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
24. The Song of the Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind
Du Fu
The winds of August and Autumn were so loud and furious that they rolled up the thatch on the roof of my house. The wind is blowing in August and the wind is blowing in a fury, and it has rolled up the three layers of thatched roof on my house. The children in the southern village bullied me into being old and powerless, and they were able to tolerate the opposite side of the street as thieves. I went to the bamboo, my lips were burning and my mouth was dry and I couldn't call out, so I came back and leaned on my staff and sighed. The wind is fixed and the clouds are ink-colored, and the autumn is indifferent to the darkness. The cloth coverlet has been cold as iron for many years, and the child is lying on the ground, cracking. There is no dry place for the leak at the head of the bed, and the rain is like numbness. I have not slept much since I was in mourning, so how can I get through the long wet nights? I can get ten million rooms in a wide building, sheltering the world's poor people are happy, the wind and rain do not move peacefully as a mountain. I'm not sure if I can do it, but I'm sure I can do it! When the eye suddenly see this house, my hut only broken by freezing death is also enough!
25. To the northwest there are tall buildings poem
Author: Lu Ji? （
The tallest building in the world. The tallest building in the world is the tallest building in the world. The beautiful windows are out of the dust. The flying steps are in the clouds.
A beautiful woman plays the zither. The hand of the woman is clear and free. The wind is blowing, and the air is knotted with it. The sound of the voice is like an orchid.
Who can take care of her face? The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night. The sun will be up and down, and the sun will be down. I'm not going to be able to do that.
I don't complain about standing for a long time. I'd like to see the singer happy. I'm not going to be able to do that. I'm not going to be able to do that.
The buildings are in the clouds
I have no place to put my head
The location is good
But I'm short of money
The average price of the buildings is several tens of thousands of dollars
At least a couple of thousand dollars
The working class is dead broke
First, we need to have enough money to feed ourselves
Go on.
Then we sweat it out
We're running for the property market
But there's no housing available
Whichever property is available
It's all being sold to the speculators
We're crying, but there's no way we're going to make a living
We can only look at the buildings and sigh
We're hoping for God's blessing
And our son's future is to be a boss
We're going to have to work together, and we're going to have to work together.
I don't want to live in a building for nothing
I want to live in a luxury villa as a pigsty
I live in a big hotel every day
I eat and drink in a big hotel
I enjoy all the luxury of the world
I finally stayed at the Eight Treasure Mountain
In the west side of the yard, a few bamboo poles are full of flowers, and the green leaves are dense with the purple flowers. Fuchsia flowers, and delicate, and bright, as far as the eye can see, as if a beautiful colored satin.
That is a low and dilapidated south room, the house does not see the sun all year round, dark and humid, the wall skin has long fallen off, the wall is uneven.
The tiles on the roof are as dense as fish scales, and the river will not leak a little bit into it.
Among the green trees, the neat tiled houses and old straw huts are intermingled, just like a game of chess in full swing.
The village farmhouse is almost completely covered with snow, leaving only a few black holes in the windows, like a pair of wide-open eyes, surprised to see the world of white snow.
In front of the door grew a row of paulownia, they have been planted five or six years, now the largest has a bowl mouth thick, the smallest also has a teacup mouth big; the door also planted a few yellow buds and a tree and a tree, even if it is the cold winter, you can still see that spit out a piece of vitality to meet the spring of all the things of the "green".
The courtyard is very elegant, the wall is full of loofahs, the fence is full of pods, green leaves bathed in warm sunshine, giving people a kind of beautiful, quiet feeling.
Standing halfway up the mountainside looking toward the village, a low small cottage, like a small mushroom drilled out of the ground after the rain, scattered in the depression.
7. Ancient poems about wanting to live in a house
The Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind Du Fu August autumn winds are high and furious, and they roll up the thatch on my house three times.
The thatched cottage flew across the river and sprinkled the outskirts of the river, the high one hanging over the hanging net at the top of the long forest, and the low one drifting around the sunken ponds and passes. The children in the southern village bullied me for being old and feeble, and they were able to turn to the opposite side of the river and steal from me.
It was a very difficult time for me to go to the bamboo, but my lips were burning and my mouth was dry and I couldn't call out.
The cloth coverlet has been cold as iron for many years. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Since the mourning period, I have not slept much, and I have been wet for a long time!
The poet had a hard time sleeping for a long night, and wrote this popular poem with a lot of emotions. The poem is about a few huts, but it expresses the emotion of worrying about the country and the people.
The poem can be divided into four sections. The first stanza of five lines, rhyming lines, "number", "thatched", "countryside", "tip",
"In August, the wind was so high that it rolled up my house with a threefold thatch." The rise is swift.
"The wind is angry" three words, the sound is magnificent, read as if to hear the roar of the autumn wind. A "angry" word, the autumn wind anthropomorphized, so that the next sentence is not only rich in action, face and rich in strong emotional color.
The poet easily built this thatched roof, just settled down, but the autumn wind is deliberately against him as if, roar, rolled up layers of thatched grass, how can not make the poet a lot of anxiety? "The word "fly" in "thatch flying across the river and sprinkling the outskirts of the river" follows the word "roll" in the previous sentence, and the thatch that was rolled up did not fall beside the house, but followed the wind. The thatched grass did not fall beside the house, but flew away with the wind and crossed the river, and then scattered and rained down on the outskirts of the river. "Then they scattered and rained on the river countryside: "the high ones hanged on the top of the long forest", and it was hard to get them down: "the low ones drifted to the sunken pond", and it was hard to retrieve them. The words "roll", "fly", "cross", "sprinkle", "hang a bird net ", "floating", one after another dynamic not only composed of a distinctive picture, but also tightly pull the poet's line of sight, strumming the poet's heartstrings.
The poet's mastery lies in the fact that he did not abstractly express his feelings, but rather in the objective description of the feelings. We read these lines of poetry, clearly see a thin, shabby, thin old man on crutches, stood outside the house, blearily looking at the roaring autumn wind thatched thatched his house layer after layer rolled up, blown across the river law, spilling in the outskirts of the river in various places; and his anxieties and grievances on the gale broke the house, can not help but stir up the **** sound of our hearts.
The second stanza of five lines. This is a development of the previous stanza and a supplement to it.
The first stanza states that the thatch of the river cannot be retrieved. But is there anything else that can be retrieved when it falls on the ground? There were, but they were carried away by the children of the southern village! The word "old" is a good way to look at it.
If the poet is not "old and feeble", but when he is strong and healthy, naturally he will not be bullied. This is just a manifestation of the poet's resentment because of the "old and powerless" and be bullied, is not really to "group of children" plus "thief" charge, to sue to the government to do the crime.
So, "lips burning mouth dry call can not", there is nothing to be done. In the words of the poet "and presented Wu Lang" poem, this is "not for the poor would rather have this"! If the poet is not very poor, it will not be so anxious about the gale blowing away thatched grass: "group of children" if not very poor, will not risk the wind to hold those thatched grass is not valuable.
All of this is the ambiguity of the ending. The lofty aspirations of "ten million houses, sheltering the world's poor people all happy," it is from the "four seas of poverty" on the basis of the reality of the emergence.
"Returning to lean on the staff since the sigh," the total collection of one or two sections. The poet is about as soon as he heard the north wind screaming, worried about the cover is not strong enough thatched roof in danger, and therefore on the staff out, until the wind broke the house, thatched grass can not be retrieved, which is hopelessly walked home.
"Leaning on a stick", of course, and "old and powerless". The word "self" in "sigh" is very painful! Poet so unfortunate encounter only his own sigh, did not cause other people's sympathy and help, then the world's watering thin, in addition to the words, and therefore his "sigh" content, is also very deep and wide! When he himself wind blown house broken, nowhere to settle down, can not get the sympathy and help of others, clearly associated with a similar situation of countless poor people.
The third section of the eight lines, write the house broken and suffered overnight rain.
"Cloth coverlet cold for many years like iron, the child wickedly lying in the crack" two sentences, no poor life experience of the author is not written. It is worth noting that this is not only to write the cloth was old and broken, but for the following write house broken leakage rain momentum.
Chengdu in August, the weather is not "cold", just because "the bedside leakage is not dry, rain feet like hemp is not cut off", so it is cold.
A longitudinal, from the immediate situation to the expansion of all the painful experiences since the Anshi Rebellion, from the stormy cottage to the expansion of the frequent wars, the country in disrepair; a close, and then back to the reality of the "long night wet". Worrying about the country and the people, coupled with the "long wet night", how can we sleep?
And this mood, and the house is broken, leaky rain, cloth coverlet like iron hardship inspired. So from the personal hardship associated with other people in a similar situation, the water to the channel, a natural transition to the end of the poem.
"I can get a wide range of ten million rooms, sheltering the world's poor people are happy, the wind and rain do not move like a mountain", before and after the seven-word sentence, the middle of the nine-word sentence, sentence after sentence, and the performance of the broad realm and the pleasant feelings of the words such as "wide range of buildings", "ten million rooms", "shelter", "the world", "happy face", "safe as a mountain" and so on. The "peace as a mountain" and so on, and the voice is loud and clear, thus constituting a resounding rhythm and rushing forward momentum, aptly demonstrated the poet from the "bed.