Poetry about the place of residence.

1. What are the poems that express "beautiful scenery like the place where immortals live"?

Wei and Jin Dynasties: Tao Yuanming

I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas.

Get up early in the morning to get rid of weeds, and come back with hoes in the moonlight at night.

The narrow path covered with vegetation, the night dew wet my clothes.

It's not a pity to get wet, but I hope it won't be against my will.

The rain has passed through the mountain village.

Tang Dynasty: Wang Jian

One or two chickens crow in the rain, and Zhuxicun Road leans against Banqiao.

Mother-in-law called a silkworm bath and watched gardenias in the atrium.

3. Pastoral agriculture in spring

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Pigeons sing on the house in spring, and apricot flowers are white on the edge of the village. Hold an axe to cut far and wide, and hoe the spring pulse.

Yan knows his lair, so he looks at the new calendar. If you are in a hurry, you will not be royal, and if you are far away, you will travel far.

4. Between ten acres

Pre-Qin Dynasty: Anonymous

In a big mulberry field, young girls lead Santos leisurely, and they sing together to go home.

In the adjacent mulberry fields, beautiful girls leisurely picked Santos, and they chatted together.

5. Tian She

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Qingjiang District, Tian She, next to Chai Men Ancient Road.

The grass is fascinated by the market, but the land is lazy.

The branches of Zelkova are weak and the loquat trees are fragrant.

The cormorant is under the sun in the west, and its wings are covered with fish beams.

2. Ask for the poem "Living Alone" containing the place of residence.

Chai Men can't grow up because of its deep isolation, and it has less leisure time since class. Don't ask him the word,

Why play chess? Livelihood is like a floating cloud, and poverty is like a shadow.

In the end, I will go back to Qingshan, and who will I sue?

Duhuo Haruka Ouyang Xiu

Everyone is clamoring for a spring outing, but who knows best when you are alone.

Flowers bloom in rainy days, but a deep sleep in spring is a dream.

It's hard to worry a lot and steal for a while.

Therefore, it is beneficial to know that this is an interesting county, and qi zhou still plans to beg for the mountain state.

Li Shangyin, who lives alone and cherishes Tang Dynasty.

Musk deer is worried about the wind, and Luo Shu is afraid of the moon invasion. I hate my soul, I am afraid of being broken, and my breath is suspicious.

Count the hibiscus bands and smoke the Hosta frequently. Tenderness is not far away, but envy is deep in the distance.

The cold mandarin ducks are gone, and butterflies are looking for them in the garden. Wax flowers shed tears, while Zheng Zhu moved his heart.

Looking for the song and cloud, turn back to the shore. I only heard of the cool leaf courtyard, and the well was near the cold anvil.

Song Li Gou, Living Alone

The moss roots are horizontal, and the white rain covers four curtains.

Who kicked off the curtain in the afternoon?

Dust wrapped in wine, insects want bookmarks.

Rong Rong doesn't want it, but it is not just.

Hiding in early spring: a journey between Song and Lu

Full of delicious mash, you can bring it yourself, and everything in northern Hunan can be eaten.

Maolin is full of squirrels, and the oil shop always smells like bamboo chicken.

Scattered clouds and setting sun, light rain did not melt mud.

Old people don't expect human affairs, but they like to cultivate their land gradually.

3. Poems about Local Memories Two Poems of Du Fu's Memories of Time Past. The emperor toured the north and rode into Xianyang for thousands of times.

A bloody horse, Aozi Yinshan, drove East Lake into Tibet. It is not surprising that Yecheng has been repeatedly banned, and the children in Guanzhong are not well disciplined, and Zhang Hou is not willing to be lively.

It's still a mess, and it's hard to make up. I have served you, so it is imperative to send troops to clean you.

In order not to let the brave stay in the center, it caused the defense of Xiqiang. Dogs come straight to the imperial forest, and hundreds of officials follow the king.

I want to see Fu Jiezi in the north, but I don't need to go to Shu Lang. Back in the heyday of Kaiyuan, there were thousands of families in the small town.

Rice is fat and white, and public and private warehouses are rich. There are no wolves and tigers on the road in Kyushu, which is a good day to travel.

Wan Qi, Lu Mao, driver class, male plow female mulberry. The sage in the palace plays the cloud gate, and all friends in the world are sticky.

There has been no catastrophe for more than 100 years, and Uncle Sun has learned Xiao He's law. Do you smell a piece of silk worth 10 thousand yuan? Today, a field is bleeding.

Luoyang Palace was burnt out, and the Fox and Rabbit Cave was newly demolished in the ancestral hall. I can't bear to ask my age, but I'm afraid I'll leave at the beginning.

My junior minister, Lu Chong, was powerless, and the imperial court remembered his official title. Zhou Xuan zhongxing looked at my emperor, spilling blood and Jianghan's physical strength declined.

Suzhou "Wandering on the third day of the first month" oriole Hutong Yinger wants to talk, and Wuqi Hetou wants to sell ice. Yuanyang wings, willow over a thousand.

Looking at Changmen, Tang Bai Juyi looked around Changmen and realized Zhou's strength in local customs. One hundred thousand in-laws pay taxes, and five thousand children guard the border.

Autumn grass in the city, sunset red on the bridge of birds and magpies. Blowpipes are everywhere in front of the building, and boats are outside the house.

The cloud buries Tiger Temple Mountain, and the moonlight shines in the water of Yaowa Palace. I once rewarded Tang Qian, but I dare not exaggerate today.

"a night-mooring near maple bridge" on a frosty night, Jiang Feng fished and slept. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.

Nanjing Stone City Author: Liu Yuxi [Tang] 772-842 The old country is surrounded by mountains, and the tide hits the empty city lonely. On the east bank of Huaihe River, the ancient cold moon, midnight, peep at the old palace.

Wu Yixiang Author: Liu Yuxi [Tang] Suzaku Bridge weeds, Wuyi Xiangkou sunset. In the old society, Wang Xietang died in front of Yan and flew into the homes of ordinary people. Author: Li Qingzhao [Song] 1084- about 1 15 1 The courtyard is deep, the cloud window and fog pavilion are often covered, the plum calyx on the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to the moling tree, making people old and healthy.

Feeling the moon and singing the wind, how many things, now old and nowhere to return, who pity who hates who is more, trying to light the lamp is boring, stepping through the snow is not in the mood to be proud of fishermen. Author: Su Shi is a dragon and tiger. From the rise and fall of the masses.

This is a foggy, oblique wind and drizzle. Fangcaodu

The elders in Jiangnan live in public places. Driving a flying car in a colorful fog.

The red bear rides on the green bear. But the name egret in this state surprised me.

If you are not my partner, you can fly away if you want to go down. Nanxiangzi Author: Wang Anshi has been an imperial country since ancient times, lush and lush.

This is a dream for 400 years. It's sad. Kim's clothes are ancient dust. Swim around the water and try your best to go upstairs.

Mo Wen, a former leisure gentleman, turned around and the Yangtze River flowed freely outside the sill. Yan Jiangyue said goodbye to her friends in the post. Author: Wen Tianxiang hates the east wind and doesn't take advantage of the world.

In the residual photos of Wu Hua, a bird of Shu, I can't bear to see the remnant city, the copper finches in spring and the tears of the golden people in autumn. Who will hate this snow? Open firm but gentle, bullfight empty recognition of Qi Jie. That letter Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life traveling south to Wan Li. It was a ship.

I want to leave a drunken eye for Ou Meng, and I want to look at the clouds carefully. Win by swallowing the column, go back to the flag, and be crowned through the ages.

With insomnia, Qinhuai should be a lonely moon. Klang Ganzhou Author: Xin Qiji rewarded Jiangshan for the benefit of the public and the country of Jinling.

Think of this year's swallows and recognize them. Xie Wang is romantic. I just use my usual respect, and I am still eager to catch my dream.

Look at the gold horizontal belt, which will be drafted next year and sealed by the prime minister. There is a new singing of red plum, which is fragrant and gentle.

And Huatang, drunk all night, has been waiting for 8 thousand years since then. Guess how to burn incense with bones and collect it at midnight.

Three Poems by Jinling (1) Author: Li Baijin, who spent a day in the south and went to Chang 'an for the second time. The land is the imperial palace, and the mountain is the dragon and tiger plate.

The sky in Jinling is spectacular and the natural moat is clean. The drunken guests returned to Radial, and Wu Ge had a good time.

Three Poems of Jinling (2) Author: Li Bai holds the trend of Jinling, and the city flows back to the river. At that time, there were millions of families on both sides of Zhulou Street.

Spring grass grows when the country dies, and there is no ancient hill when it leaves the palace. After the lake is free, the waves will go to Jiangzhou.

Three Songs of Jinling (III) Author: Li Bai's Six Generations Rise and Fall the Country, Three Cups of Songs for Er. There are few courtyards in Qin and many mountains in Luoyang.

Wu Huacao is in the ancient temple and Jin is in the deep palace. Died with the personnel, died in the East and Canglang, climbed the Phoenix Terrace in Nanjing Author: Li Bai, the Phoenix once played here, so this place was named after them, and now it has been abandoned to this desolate river.

Martial arts flowers were laid on deserted paths, and the number of relatives and friends in the Jin Dynasty has become a famine. The mountains are shrouded in clouds, such as blue sky, and the river is divided into two.

There is always a traitor in power, like covering the sky, and Chang' an is depressed when he can't see it. Langtaosha Author: Li Yu's past is just sad! The scenery is difficult to arrange.

Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried, strong and powerful! On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.

I want to see the shadow of Yuta Yao Temple, and the sky shines on Qinhuai. Zhenjiang Kunyangzi Bufu 1 Month 2 1 Day met Brother Bohunzi in Zhenjiang, and I came to Junbiejiashan with my hometown.

Thousands of people come and go back to Tieweng. Poetry and wine have a cause, saying that it is raining in the rivers and lakes.

Let it rain and shine, don't be silly. Two Wang Changling songs (1) left Xin Qiji at Furong Inn. It's cold and rainy at night, and Fujian is lonely.

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! (2) Autumn in the south of Danyang, and Chu Yun in the north of Danyang.

High-rise buildings should not be drunk, and silence and cold rivers understand the heart. Wang Anshi of Jinshan Temple is a heavy building with layers of stones, and its walls are open in the wind.

Suddenly I saw birds flying on the ground, and I was shocked in mid-air. The clouds are resplendent and magnificent, leaning against the towering Hanyu Peak.

I want to be crisp in autumn and bright in the moonlight, so that I can see the world clearly. The charred stone wall, seemingly loose and sparse, is now in the sky.

There is no rainbow in peace, and driving empty is like a long bridge. If the fairy loves me, raise your hand.

Dong You Bai Danyang is a property manager, painting clouds and water rooms on the balcony. Nowadays, the war between Titan and the sea has been burning. Wang Yong's army is patrolling the east, and the battle flag is flying around the river between the blue mountains.

Ceng Gong of Zhao Yin Temple entered Panasonic all the way, and the two peaks merged. Climb the green dream and fly to the pale rock.

Once upon a time, people fled here and played bamboo strings. I want to be the moon in the forest and write spring in the mountains alone.

This joy is not outside, and I am willing to be led by the world network. I left, too, and I'm happier now.

In the most secluded place, running water is splashing. Gu Bei Pavilion at the Jingkou of Yongle Palace, no heroes are seen in nostalgia. He lives in Sun Zhongmou.

The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived.

Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground! However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent.

Forty-three years later, I still remember in hope, and I am amazed.

4. Jushi 1. It was too late to take a boat near a desert island when Mei traveled to Dongxi to see the water.

Wild birds have leisure when sleeping on the shore, but old trees have flowers without ugly branches. Short hair is like scissors, and the sand stays flat and clean on the screen.

I'm lost here, but I must go back. The horse is tired and weak at night. 2. My letter to Pei Di from my cabin in Wangchuan Wang Wei Now the mountain is cold and blue, and autumn water has been flowing all day.

At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.

Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? . 3. Jiang Cun Du Fu Bao Cun Xi in Qingjiang River, and everything in Changjiang Village is quiet.

Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water. The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection.

As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask? 4. water sprite. In Zhangjiang, south of the Yangtze River, people on both sides of the river painted eaves. A lotus bush is light, watching the dance again and again, and the wind is ten miles away.

The original painting is far away from the sky, the wine flag is outside the wind, and it loves to kill Jiangnan. 5. In early summer, I lived in seclusion, and I was better at visiting Hushan than Weng Fangjia, and the path of Huaiyin Nakano was oblique.

When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake. The newly harvested bamboo shoots are ripe, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom.

Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

5. How to choose the residence of the dream house with more elegant sentences:

Dozens of miles of green forests in Fiona Fang will remain forever. Young birds fly, followed by females, hovering above the blue sky and white clouds, feeling everything except noise.

In the middle of Lin Wei's layers, there is a small lake, which is cared by the sun, reflecting the scales of light and attracting the eyes of greedy swans in the distance.

By the lake, there are two antique wooden houses, which reveal endless tranquility and perfectly blend with the empty beauty around them.

Dream house:

Lin Wei Jing Yun Lake reflects the color, and everything is long-term and interesting.

The ancient fragrant wood is not abrupt, and it has passed away and dyed the sky.

Poetry describing rural life

1. East and West America Yao Chen

I came to the east to see the stream scenery, and I was reluctant to part with the lonely stones in the water. Savages have leisure when sleeping on the shore, but old trees are not ugly when they have flowers.

Short hair is like scissors, and the sand stays flat and clean on the screen. I'm lost here, but I must go back. The horse is tired and weak at night.

2. A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di Wang Wei.

The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.

Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .

3. Jiangcun village

Du Fu

The clear river winds around the village, and everything in the village looks elegant in the long summer. Since I left, I have come to Liang, and I am very close to seagulls in the water.

The old lady is using a chessboard, and the younger son is making a hook with an injection. As long as some old friends give me some money, what do I ask?

4. water sprite. Song of Jiangnan

Zhang

A river is full of smoke and water, and people on both sides draw eaves. A lotus bush is light, watching the dance again and again, and the wind is ten miles away. The original painting is far away from the sky, the wine flag is outside the wind, and it loves to kill Jiangnan.

Step 5 live in seclusion in early summer

Lakes and mountains are my home, and willow trees are a path. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake.

The newly harvested bamboo shoots are ripe, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea.

6. In Chuzhou, Xixi

wei yingwu

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.

7. After the rain clears, I live in Wangchuan.

There is rain in the Woods, which slows down the smoke, and steamed millet pays for the winter hat. An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.

I learned to watch the morning glory on the quiet mountain, which is delicious in Panasonic Zhai Qing. Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .