Poems about Chinese gardens
1. What are the poems describing classical courtyards?
Letter of Return from the Dynasty to Yuanba
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Entering the pavilion and bowing, Retreat to the verandah to dine. Returning to the Kingdom of Zhao, people were lying on their horses to rest their saddles.
But he slept until noon, and sat up with a great heart. It's a good time, the sky is clear after the rain.
The persimmon trees are green and shaded, and the royal courtyard is wide. Huxian wine in the bottle, Zhongnan Mountain on the wall.
Sleeping alone, still sitting alone, opening my chest in front of the wind. Zen monks and poets came to see each other one after another.
If you want to speak at night, you must sleep all day long. Unless you are paying homage to the court, there is nothing else to do.
He is old and healthy, and he is very peaceful when he is a poor official. Fortunately, there is no acute illness or pain, and no pain, hunger or cold.
Since then, it has been comfortable, and the outer edge cannot be dry. Only those who respond to silence will believe, and those who are hard to move can only speak.
Taichung Yuan Shiyu, sooner or later he became a Langguan. Before I became a man and an official, I had no one to accompany me.
Playing with the trees in the new garden and singing about them
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
In early April, the new leaves become overcast. The shaking scenery is beautiful and the covered courtyard is deep.
Is there anyone here who has nothing to do? Not only can you play with things, but you can also relax your clothes.
Sometimes I talk to Taoists, or listen to poets. The spring is full of fragrance and there are many singing birds at night.
Occasionally find a quiet and leisurely place, and then forget the worldly mind. To realize that the true hermit does not need to be in the mountains and forests.
Spring Sixty Rhymes
Tang Yuanzhen
Open the mouth to braid shells, and stretch the silk to peel onions. Drunk and round, her eyes are full of beauty, and her pupils are bright.
However, if you enjoy endless joy, you will also know how to hate it. The bridal chamber is leisurely and graceful, and the courtyard is lush and green.
Langtaosha
Tang Li Yu
The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to look at the scenery.
Moss invades the steps in the courtyard in the autumn wind.
As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long?
The golden lock has been buried, and the vitality has faded.
On a cool night, the moon shines brightly.
The shadow of the Jade Tower and Yao Palace shines in the sky over Qinhuai.
Poppies
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Deep in the courtyard, the Qingming Festival has passed, and the peaches and plums have begun to bloom.
Willow silk is draped on the jade curtain, and it is raining lightly and slightly cold outside the curtain.
When the evening clears, the pavilion becomes brighter, and I am already drunk in front of the flowers.
In the late night, the quiet moon invades the corridor, walking around alone and thinking.
Nian Nujiao
Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.
Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather.
Poems with dangerous rhymes are made. Holding one's head up to sober up, it is not a leisurely feeling.
Zheng Hong has passed away, and it is difficult to express all his worries.
It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them.
Being refreshed by the cold incense and awakening your dreams, don’t worry about others.
The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing!
The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today?
Linjiang Fairy
Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
How deep is the courtyard, the clouds, windows and foggy pavilions are late in spring, who is haggard and loses their beauty.
It is good to have a clear dream at night, so you should go to Nanzhi.
The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful, and the Qiang pipes in the south tower stop playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows away?
The warm wind will be late and the sun will be late, so don’t let the apricot blossoms grow fat.
Huanxi Sha
Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty
The bun hurts the spring, and the languor is more combed. The evening breeze is the beginning of plum blossoms falling in the courtyard, and the light clouds are passing by and the moon is sparse.
The jade duck incense burner makes the brain leisurely. The red cherry tent covers the tassels.
The Song of the Water Dragon
Song Dynasty Luyou
Looking for spring under the flowers in front of the bottle, I can sigh and feel completely relieved.
Dressed in clothes, the drunkards are gone, and the beauty is far away.
This year, there is mist and heavy rain, beside the Yelang River.
Leaning on the floor, playing the flute, looking in the mirror by the window, I burst into tears and was shocked.
The flowers fall in the moonlit courtyard. Silent and heartbroken.
Holding hands hand in hand, Zeng Xue painted Liang Qiyan at that time.
When we meet and talk about the new arrival, the net is lingering in the dark dust, we dance in shirts and sing to fans.
The material is also shy and haggard, walking carelessly along the path, afraid of seeing the singing oriole. 2. What are the poems describing classical courtyards?
Letter of return from the imperial court to Yuanba by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. After entering the pavilion, he bowed before retreating to the verandah to dine.
Returning to the Kingdom of Zhao, people were lying on their horses to rest their saddles. But he slept until noon and sat up with a great heart.
It’s a good time, and the sky is clear after the rain. The persimmon trees are green and shaded, and the royal family's courtyard is wide.
Huxian wine in a bottle, Zhongnan Mountain on the wall. Sleeping alone, still sitting alone, opening my chest in front of the wind.
Zen monks and poets came to see each other one after another. If you want to speak at night, you must sleep all day long.
Unless you are paying homage to the court, there is nothing else to do. He is old and healthy, and he is a poor official with a peaceful mind.
Fortunately, there is no acute illness or pain, hunger or cold. Since then, it has been comfortable and the outer edge cannot be dry.
Only those who respond to silence will believe, and those who are difficult to move will speak. Taichung Yuan Shiyu became a Langguan sooner or later.
Before I became a man and an official, I had no one to accompany me. Playing with the new garden tree because of the chanting poem by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. In early April, the new leaves become overcast.
The scenery is stunning and the courtyard is deep. There is no one here who has nothing to do, so I am looking for you in this quiet place.
Not only can you play with fashionable things, but you can also relax your clothes. Sometimes I talk to Taoists, or listen to poets.
Spring is full of fragrant scenery, and there are many singing birds at night. Occasionally, I found a quiet and leisurely place, and then I forgot about the secular world.
To realize that the real hermit does not have to be in the mountains and forests. Spring Sixty Rhymes by Tang Yuanzhen.
Open the mouth to braid the shells, and use the thread to peel the onions. Drunk and round, her eyes are full of beauty, and her pupils are bright.
However, if you enjoy endless joy, you will also know how to hate it. The bridal chamber is leisurely and graceful, and the courtyard is lush and green.
Lang Tao Sha Tang Li Yu The past is only sad, but the scenery is difficult to arrange. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard.
As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden lock has been buried, and the vitality has faded. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly.
The shadow of the Jade Tower and Yao Palace shines in the sky over Qinhuai. Poppy Su Shi of the Song Dynasty Deep in the courtyard, the Qingming Festival passes, and the peaches and plums are first red.
Willow silk is draped on the jade curtain, and it is raining lightly and slightly cold outside the curtain. When the evening clears, the pavilion becomes brighter and brighter, and I am already drunk in front of the mosaic flowers.
In the late night, the quiet moon invades the corridor, walking around alone and thinking. Nian Nujiao Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.
Favoring willows, delicate flowers, cold food, and all kinds of annoying weather. The rhyme of the poem is complete. Holding your head and sobering up, it is not a leisurely feeling.
Zheng Hong has passed away, and it is difficult to express all his worries. It has been cold in spring for a few days upstairs, the curtains hang down on all sides, and the jade railings lean against them.
Being refreshed by the cold incense and awakening your dreams, don’t worry about others. The clear morning dew flows, the new tung trees begin to bloom, what a spring outing! The sun is high and the smoke is gathering. Do you think it will be sunny today? Linjiang Immortal by Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The courtyard is much deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring, who is haggard and loses her beauty.
It is good to have a clear dream at night, so you should go to Nanzhi. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing.
Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away, but the warm wind will be late and the apricot blossoms will be fat. Huanxi Sha Li Qingzhao of the Song Dynasty The bun hurts the mood of spring, and the plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze in the courtyard.
The jade duck incense burner makes the brain leisurely. The red cherry tent covers the tassels. The Song of the Water Dragon by Lu You of the Song Dynasty. Looking for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of the bottle, I can sigh and feel completely relieved.
Dressed in clothes, the drunkards are gone, and the beauty is far away. This year, there is miasma and heavy rain, by the Yelang River.
Leaning on the floor, playing the flute, looking in the mirror by the window, I burst into tears and was shocked. Flowers fall and the moon shines in the courtyard.
Speechless and heartbroken. Holding hands and holding hands, Zeng Xue painted Liang Qiyan at that time.
When we meet and talk about the new arrival, the net is lingering in the dark dust, we dance in shirts and sing to fans. The material is also shy and haggard, walking carelessly along the fragrant paths, afraid of seeing the singing oriole. 3. I would like to ask for poems about courtyards, rocks, pavilions, corridors, etc. from the Eight Great Masters of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Thank you
I remember a night tour of Chengtian Temple. Su Shi took off his clothes and fell asleep on the night of October 12th, the sixth year of Yuanfeng. , the moonlight enters the house, and I happily set off.
Thinking of the joy of nothingness, I went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin was not sleeping, so he walked with him in the middle courtyard. Under the courtyard, the sky is clear as if there were accumulated water. The water is covered with algae and cypress shadows.
There is no moon on any night, no pine or cypress anywhere, but there are few idle people like the two of us. The Drunkard's Pavilion by Ouyang Xiu Chu is surrounded by mountains.
The peaks and forest ravines in its southwest are particularly beautiful. The one who looks awe-inspiring yet profound is Langya.
After walking six or seven miles up the mountain, you gradually hear the sound of gurgling water, and what emerges between the two peaks is a spring. On the winding road, there is a pavilion standing over the spring, which is called the Drunkard Pavilion.
Who built the pavilion? The monk of the mountain is Zhixian. Who is named? The prefect calls himself.
The prefect and his guests came here to drink. They often got drunk after drinking a lot, and he was the oldest, so he called himself "the drunken old man". The drunkard's intention is not in wine, but in the mountains and rivers.
The joy of mountains and rivers is the wine contained in the heart. If the sun rises and the forest falls, the clouds return and the caves become dark, and the changes in darkness and brightness are like morning and evening in the mountains.
The wild fields are fragrant and fragrant, the fine trees are beautiful but densely shaded, the wind and frost are high and pure, the water falls and the rocks emerge, these are the four seasons in the mountains. Going in the morning and returning at dusk, the scenery in the four seasons is different, and the joy is endless.
As for those who are in trouble singing songs in Chu, and those who are walking resting in trees. The former calls, and the latter responds, carrying them with their knees bent, and going back and forth without stopping, this is Chu people traveling. Fishing near the stream, the stream is deep and the fish are fat; brewing the spring into wine, the spring is fragrant but the wine is strong; mountain delicacies, wild asparagus, mixed but aged beforehand, are also the prefect's banquet.
The joy of a banquet is neither silk nor bamboo. The one who shoots is in the middle, the one who plays chess wins. The one who drinks and drinks mingled with each other. The one who sits up and makes a noise is the joy of all the guests. Those who have pale white hair and are slumped in it are the prefects who are drunk.
The sun has set on the mountain, the figures are scattered, the prefect has returned and the guests have followed. The woods are dark, the songs are rising and falling, the tourists are gone and the birds are enjoying themselves.
However, birds know the joy of mountains and forests, but they do not know the joy of people; people know how to take pleasure in traveling from the prefect, but they do not know the joy of the prefect. He who can enjoy it when he is drunk and can write about it when he is awake is a prefect.
Who does the prefect call? Luling Ouyang Xiuye. A Visit to Baochan Mountain Wang Anshi Baochan Mountain is also known as Huashan. The Tang Dynasty Futu Hui Bao Shi left it at its site and was buried there. Therefore, it was later named "Baochan".
The so-called Huikong Chanyuan today is also called Luzhong. Five miles east of the courtyard is the so-called Huayang Cave, named after it is the Yang of Huashan Mountain.
More than a hundred steps away from the cave, there is a stele serving the road. The text is lost, but the only text can still be recognized as "Huashan". Nowadays, the word "hua" is like the "hua" in "huashi", which is a false pronunciation.
It is flat and open below, with a spring coming out from the side, and there are many travelers who record it - it is called the front cave. Five or six miles up the mountain, there is a cave that is slim and very cold when you enter it. If you ask how deep it is, you will find that even if you are a good swimmer, you will not be able to find it. It is called the back cave.
I and the four others held fire to get in. The deeper they went in, the harder it was to get in, and the more amazing they saw. If someone is lazy and wants to come out, he will say: "If you don't come out, the fire will be exhausted"; then he will come out with it.
To sum up where I have been, I am not as good as a good traveler. However, if you look at the left and right, there are very few people who will remember it. If the cover is deep, the height will be reduced.
At this time, the force is enough to penetrate, and the fire is still enough to illuminate. Now that it has come out, I may blame the person who wanted to come out, and I also regret that it followed him, and I will not be able to enjoy the pleasure of wandering.
Then I sighed: The ancients often gained something when they looked at the heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, vegetation, insects, fish, birds and beasts. Because of the depth of their thoughts, they were everywhere. If the enemy is close, there will be many tourists; if the danger is far, there will be few tourists.
The majesty, weirdness, and extraordinaryness of the world often lie in the dangers and distances, and they are rarely accessible to people, so those who are not determined cannot reach them. If you have ambitions, you will not be able to achieve them if you don’t follow them, but if you don’t have enough strength, you will not be able to achieve them.
If you have ambition and strength, but don't let it go, you won't be able to reach it even if it's dark and confusing and there's nothing to show it. However, if you are strong enough to reach your goal but fail to reach it, you can be ridiculed by others, but you will have regrets for yourself. If you try your best but fail to reach your goal, you may have no regrets. Who can ridicule you? The rest is earned! Yu Yufu's stele also laments that the ancient book of the husband does not exist, and that later generations will misrepresent it and cannot be named. How can it be said that it is the best way! Therefore, scholars should not take it carefully without thinking deeply.
The four are: Luling Xiaojun Guijunyu, Changle Wanghuishenfu, my younger brothers Anguopingfu and Anshangchunfu. On a certain day in July of the first year of Zhihe, Wang Mou of Linchuan wrote.
The courtyard of Ouyang Xiu of Dielianhua is a little deep, with willows piled up in smoke and countless curtains. Jade carvings and saddles are wandering around, and Zhangtai Road is nowhere to be seen in the building. The rain is blowing and the wind is blowing in the evening of March. The door is closed at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in the spring. With tears in my eyes, I ask about the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers fly away on the swing. Zeng Gong of Ningxiang Zhai felt that the scenery in the West Zhai was the most secluded, and he did not know that the official was an ancient prince. A wind and moon body is fine, thousands of miles of plowing mulberry trees, and there is always autumn.
The clouds and water wake up the heart and sing the good birds, and the jade sand clears the ears and washes away the cold current. The heavy smoke is approaching the yellow scroll, and it is suspected to be at the top of the incense burner.
Shuixiang Pavilion by Zeng Gong The flying structures near the pond are covered with craggy cliffs, and the lattice sills are swaying without the shadow of the wind. Groups of jade pass through the forest and draw green bamboo, and double rainbows hang down from the shore across the flat bridge.
The beautiful algae and fish compete for bait, and the cold sand and water are clearly visible. Don't ask how many times the lotus is blooming, but the fragrance will flow wherever you go.
Han Yu, Central Hunan The ape is worried about the fish swimming in the water, which has been said to be Miluo since ancient times. The plate is full of algae and there is nowhere to lay a memorial stone. I can hear the fisherman singing on the boat side.
Before arriving in Shaozhou, I first sent the envoy Zhang Duan to borrow the Illustrated Book. Han Yu I have heard about the mountains and rivers of Qujiang for a long time, so it may be more difficult to visit unknown people. I hope that I will enter the world through the pictures and scriptures, and I will look at them every time I find a good place.
The light rain in early spring Han Yu The light rain in the sky street is as moist as crisp, the color of grass looks far away but not up close. The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.
Late Spring Han Yu The grass and trees will know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other. The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.
Spring Snow Han Yu There is no youth in the New Year, and I am surprised to see grass buds in early February. The white snow is too late for spring, so it flies through the trees in the garden.
Late Spring Han Yu The grass and trees will know that spring will return soon, and all kinds of red and purple will compete with each other. The poplars and elm pods have no talent and thoughts, but they can only solve the problem of snow flying all over the sky.
Fragrance Su Xun: Pound the musk deer and sift the sandalwood into the model, moisten it with weilu and chicken su. A trace of it spits out fine green smoke, and half of it is burned into a thick jade rib.
Every time a Taoist priest takes the order of scriptures, the beautiful woman only tests the embroidery skills. There are several seats in the xuan window that are suitable for use, and there is no need to hold up the magpie-tail stove.
Chinese Valentine's Day Su Zhe The flow of fire knows the change of festivals, and autumn is here to be happy and safe. The forest magpie is really safe, but the river bridge is not finished yet.
It’s hard to find a leisurely mind, but it’s hard to find a clever old man. Who knew I was delivering wine? The gourds and bottles were dry last night.
Encourage Zi Zhan to practice the Dharma of Inanimate Su Zhe. In addition to the lack of spiritual enlightenment, I have been doing my best in Danzao over the past few years. There must be an Anmo in the palm of my hand, and there is mist and rain hanging in the clouds. 4. Looking for a poem describing Chinese home design
Playing with the new garden tree due to chanting
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
In the mist of early April, new leaves Become Yin. The shaking scenery is beautiful and the covered courtyard is deep.
Is there anyone here who has nothing to do? Not only can you play with things, but you can also relax your clothes.
Sometimes I talk to Taoists, or listen to poets. The spring is full of fragrance and there are many singing birds at night.
Occasionally find a quiet and leisurely place, and then forget the worldly mind. To realize that the true hermit does not need to be in the mountains and forests.
1. The orioles sing in the courtyard, the sun is warm, the smoke is strong, and the spring air is strong. ——Ouyang Xiu
2. The orioles sing in the green shade courtyard. ——Yuan Haowen
3. The courtyard is covered with green moss and red leaves, and when the golden chrysanthemums bloom, it is almost the Double Ninth Festival feast. ——Yan Jidao
4. The poplar flowers are turning in the high-rise courtyard, and the spring breeze is gentle.
——Yan Jidao
5. The green and shaded courtyard is always quiet, and the purple swallows are the most pity. ——Cheng Wenhai
6. The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is filled with flowers and trees. ——Chang Jian
A guest arrives
[Author] Du Fu
[Full text] There is spring water in the south and north of the house, but I can see a flock of gulls coming every day.
The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and the gate is now open for you.
Plate meals are far from delicious, while bottle restaurants are poor and only have old fermented grains.
I am willing to drink with my neighbor and call across the fence to finish the remaining cup.
"Fang Qi"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Ye Yin
Living like a floating family skillfully means that life is not tied to a boat.
The political turmoil is rising, but the mainstay of Zhijiao remains.
The waves move the shadow of the moon, and the sound of the tide makes thousands of autumn leaves.
The dream is wrapped in a dream, and it turns over and chases the light gull. 5. Ancient poems describing courtyard gardens
1.
The courtyard is a little deeper, with willows piled in smoke, and there is no heavy curtain outside the curtain. The poem "Butterfly Loves Flowers" written by Ouyang Xiu, a writer in the Northern Song Dynasty, is composed of lyrics.
2. Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the wild geese returned as if they had seen each other before, and the fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
"Huanxisha" by Yan Shu, a poet of the Northern Song Dynasty, is also a poem. 3.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. The poet Chang Jian of the Tang Dynasty wrote a poem titled "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind Poshan Temple".
4. The flower path has never been swept by visitors, and now the gate is opened for you.
"The Guest Arrives" by Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, is a poem. 5.
Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard. This is the poem "Happy Meeting" written by Li Yu, the famous emperor poet in the Five Dynasties and later the emperor of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
1. I live in a city, but I am in the mountains. (Yuan Weize's "Scenery of the Lion Forest").
2. It is a pity that there are no carriages and horses in this land, but I believe there are mountains and forests in the city. (Ming Dynasty Wen Zhengming's "Pictures of the Humble Administrator's Garden·Ruoshu Hall").
I don’t know that there are mountains and forests in the city, so the hills and valleys should be worthy of my thanks. (Xu Song of the Qing Dynasty "Visiting Zhou Xueke in Autumn at Huaiyunting Pavilion to Tune and Send Tasha".
Huaiyunting is now the northern half of Suzhou Garden). 3. Cut off the noise from the city to the west of the city, the secluded place is like a savage’s home.
(Qing Dynasty Wang Wan's "Retitled Jiang's Art Garden"). 4. Who says today is different from the past? You know there are mountains and forests in the city.
("Lion Grove Sentences" by Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty). 5. Where can I find the layman's trace? There are mountains and forests in the city.
("Wandering in the Lion Forest" by Wang Gengyan of the Qing Dynasty). 6. What are the poems praising "the beautiful courtyard"?
1. The courtyard is quite deep, with willows piled up in smoke and countless curtains.
——(Song Dynasty) Ouyang Xiu's "Butterfly Love Flower" Search The courtyard is deep, I don't know how deep it is? Willows are falling, pieces of smoke are flying, and there are countless layers of curtains. 2. The courtyard of Xie family is still standing, and the swallows are placed on the carved beams.
——(Qing Dynasty) "Picking Mulberries" by Nalan Xingde It was late at night, and the two of them nestled in the courtyard. Swallows have perched on the beams.
3. The courtyard was crowded with people, complaining about the parrot, and mistakenly reported that Wei Lang had arrived. ——(Qing Dynasty) Tan Xian's "Butterfly Loves Flowers" The deep courtyard is silent, and the interior is also silent.
The lover traveled far away, and few people came and went. There was a beautiful hairpin in her dark cloud-like hair, and a beautiful woman lived alone in seclusion. The woman suddenly heard her parrot croaking.
It was a surprise when the ten-year-old parrot suddenly spoke in the deep courtyard. She hurriedly opened the door, mistakenly thinking that the parrot told her that her lover was coming, but she was greatly disappointed. 4. In the courtyard at dusk in the thin moon, the words are dense and the teaching is shallow.
——(Qing Dynasty) "Like a Dream" by Nalan Xingde In the courtyard at dusk, with the moon in the sky, the two people were talking about love, and their drunkenness was gradually fading. 5. The courtyard is a little deeper, the clouds in the window and the foggy pavilion are late in spring.
—— (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao's "Linjiang Fairy" The courtyard has many floors, clouds form the attic windows, and a light mist fills the surroundings, but spring has not come yet. 6. The courtyard is deserted, there is a slanting wind and drizzle, and the heavy doors must be closed.
—— (Song Dynasty) Li Qingzhao's "Niannujiao·Spring Love" In the desolate courtyard, a slanting wind and drizzle blew, and the courtyard doors were closed tightly. 7. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard.
As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long. ——(Fifth Dynasties) Li Yu's "Lang Tao Sha" The autumn wind is bleak, and in the deserted courtyard, the moss-covered steps can be seen as far as the eye can see.
The bead curtain in front of the door hangs lazily and is never rolled up. No one will come to visit all day anyway. 8. The fallen flowers have already danced before the wind.
Another dusk rain. At dawn, the courtyard is half red.
There is only a fine spring and a clear sky. ——(Song Dynasty) Ye Mengde's "Poppy Beauty" The fallen flowers are already dancing in the wind, and it is rainy again at dusk.
In the early morning, half of the courtyard was covered with residual red, with only thousands of feet of spider silk floating and entangled in the high clear sky. 9. The courtyard is quiet and empty.
With nothing to say, I am extremely sad. ——(Song Dynasty) Xin Qiji's "All the Rivers Are Red" The courtyard was silent, and I was thinking about her in vain.
I worry too much about the country, but there is no place. 10. The courtyard is quiet with curtains hanging down, people are alone, and swallows fly together. ——(Song Dynasty) Wang Yan's "Jiangchengzi·Guiyou Spring Society" The bead curtains hang down and the courtyard is silent. I sit alone and watch the swallows flying in pairs. 7. Urgently looking for exquisite sentences to describe the classical courtyard
At the end of winter every year, after enduring the test of wind, snow and severe cold, the plum blossoms are in bud, and in early spring in February, before the earth has fully recovered, the plum blossoms are already in full bloom against the cold. The branches are covered with red buds and green calyces. The scenery is beautiful and the cold fragrance is refreshing.
Among the plum trees, a flower path paved with white stone winds to the front of the building. The small building is made of white stone, with green climbing vines hanging from the balcony on the second floor. The winding corridor fence is accompanied by crabapples and green peaches, the sills of the ice-patterned windows are painted a light blue, and the tissue paper covering the windows is as white as snowflakes. Looking from a distance, it really looks as elegant as a fairyland.
At this time, the night is already very deep, with faint moonlight and sparse stars. In this silent night, amidst the fragrance of plum blossoms in early winter, the silver lamps shine brightly on the snow-like white. The window paper reveals two infinitely beautiful black shadows, one sitting and one standing.
Walking along the corridor of the main building in the Bamboo Garden to the end, you can enter the top of Qiushan Mountain. It is a yellow stone rockery with an almost earthy red color. This color alone brings out the feeling of autumn. The decentness of this mountain also lies in its echo with the supporting peaks other than the main peak, and in the coherence of its mountain veins.
To say that the autumn mountains in the Bamboo Garden are stacked, it is better to say that they are laid out. They are so stable, so comfortable, and both in line with the laws of nature and pleasing to the people. There are only a few stones and a few clumps of bamboo in a gap in the mountain, which is enough for people to linger. Looking back, the corner cornice of the Qiuge Pavilion on the top of the mountain and the jade overpass that can be crossed in one step on the mountainside are what make people remember. Imagine yourself in the rockery.