The bamboo shoots in the mountains are sharp and thick-skinned, and the empty smoke cage in the stomach is elegant and elegant.
Fog around the orchid, thinking about painting two bamboos.
(Qing) Qiu
( 1)
If you pull out the earth, you will be indomitable and He Junming will be a towering festival.
Look at things all your life, and look at autumn shadows alone.
(2)
Today, this gentleman feels great.
The wind and rain shake the sky, and the empty mountain lies alone.
Excerpts from the essence of Qing poetry
Zhu Shizhou (Qing) Li
It is difficult for people to get rid of common diseases, and bamboo is the best prescription for different people.
Before the ink method is dry, the breeze has cleared the lungs and intestines.
Excerpted from Notes on Paintings of China in Past Dynasties.
Zhu Yong (Qing) Jiqiong
The wind is laughing and the rain is clean.
Sometimes the bright moon comes and casts a shadow on the high window.
Excerpted from 1988 Jueju Thousand Calendars
Zhu Yong (Ming) Li Rihua
It's raining, and steep stones rub your feet and relax.
Remember to sprinkle it in the deep grass and come out to look for it when you are drunk.
Four new bamboo shoots in Lihe, Beiyuan, Changgu (Tang)
One,
Cut jade with a long pole. You see, the mother bamboo shoots are made of dragon material.
I would rather smoke thousands of feet all night than leave a few inches of mud in the pond.
Second,
Taking advantage of the green light to write Chu ci, giving fragrance to spring powder and black parting.
Who is ruthless and who is hateful? There are thousands of cigarettes in the dew.
Third,
Home spring has two or three stems, see purple root monster.
On Shuiquchunjiang this year, the flute is newly dialed.
Fourth,
Old bamboo shoots provoke Yun Lan, while Maoling lies in poverty.
The wind blows a thousand acres against the wind, and the black weight falls in the wine bottle.
Zhuliguan (Tang) Wang Wei
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song;
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.
Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu (Tang) Du Fu
A few quiet jade colors, smoke at dawn.
The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line.
Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to block the curtain cloud.
If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman?
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
Temple waste bamboo color death, butler Ninger stay.
The frost roots gradually follow the axe, and the wind and jade still knock the autumn.
There is no way to send a leisurely guest to Jiangnan.
Excerpts from Fan Chuan's poetry reading notes
Hsinchu Liu Jian
Spread two or three clumps by the window, which is estimated to add peace and tranquility to your life.
Shadow after shadow, gold breaks the sun at the beginning, and cold jade shakes the wind at the beginning.
It is hard to believe that ChristianRandPhillips's tears are red.
Naturally, Ziyou prefers bamboo and is humble in the snow and ice.
East Lake Hsinchu Tour
Protect the hedge by inserting thorns, forming a cool blue reflection.
The autumn wind swept the floor and arrived first. I don't know when it will be sunny or noon.
At first, I heard a rustling sound. When I put the tip, I saw the leaves separate.
I want to come here often when I have time, but I still teach you everywhere.
Lu You's Poems about Watching Bamboo in Yunxi
Air mask is worse than frost. Look at this fairy column by the river.
The cold goes straight into the bones, and there is no dust to live in.
The sound of light bamboo in the stream is suitable, and the bamboo in the stream bridge is more strange.
There's nothing to say. You can endure hunger for ten years behind closed doors.
Excerpted from the first volume of Lu You's Poems.
The first Li Shangyin to eat bamboo shoots was in the middle of the Tang Dynasty.
The tender and fragrant buds first came out of the forest, and the price of the five tombs was as heavy as gold.
The emperor's capital city, land and sea, should be countless, endure to cut Lingyun's heart?
Excerpted from the desk calendar of ancient poems of Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House 1987
Zhu Xiangci (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin
Bamboo in Xiangjiang River in ancient times. What are you complaining about?
Bamboo shoots will get old. Just too many tears!
Appreciating people and bamboo after the rain (Tang) Xue Tao
In spring rain, it looks like snow and frost.
Many people are also full of idle clouds and modest.
Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early.
Those who are late bloomers can be rewarded, full of vigor and whimsy.
Julie Tang Ting) Xue Tao
I planted four or five new lines and often had to endure autumn frost.
Drill a hole in the wall for bamboo shoots.
Excerpt from Xue Tao's Poems.
Ding Chu (Tang) Liu Yuxi
Dew wash lead powder, wind shake sapphire branches.
Love, like a gentleman, is inappropriate everywhere.
I'm tired of rooted plants. I want to learn from Phoenix.
(Shizhu) (Three Kingdoms) Guan Yu
Don't thank Dong Junyi, Dan Qing is an independent name;
Don't be afraid that the curved leaves are light and have not withered for a long time.
A riddle in the form of poetry
I thought I lived in the mountains and my green temple was dancing.
How many poets and writers have you attracted?
Since I returned to Lang's hands, I have experienced many storms.
How much suffering. So far,
Straight down, less green and more yellow! Forget it.-Forget it,
Beads are tears!
Planting bamboo (Tang) Du Fu
I want to flow like a stream, because I am avoiding the sun.
The shadow of the feather tree is vivid, and the smoke is sparse and exposed.
On a cold rainy night in Xiao Sao, when the drums ring in the night breeze.
When the old country arrives, the dust crown hangs branches.
Zhu Mo Tuzhou (Ming) Xiachang
Wenqun made friends in early summer and wrote a gift to Lang Huan.
I hope this newspaper can be safe and open-minded every year.
Excerpted from Notes on Paintings of China in Past Dynasties.
Title Lan (Ming) Wen Peng
The west window is full of rain and waves for half a day, and the wall is short after the rain comes out.
There is no fly on the dust, and the blue sky adds to the cool night window.
Excerpted from Appreciation of 100 Poems and Paintings of Tang Dynasty (847-859 as an Official), entitled Purple Bamboo in the Monastery.
I like to visit Jiaojing Temple. See also Yanzhou Bamboo.
It's foggy. Feng Xiao is clear and independent.
One of the eleven bamboo songs
I can't get tired of seeing Dongxi Jade King. Shuangfeng in the Temple of Heaven has time.
A mountain peak appeared like a fairy. A green festival leans against a crimson cloud.
The second of eleven bamboo songs
Ten thousand branches learn xiaoxiang morning dew. The lonely pavilion is cool with white stones.
Who says it won't rain in Lapras?
The third of eleven bamboo songs
Roaring into a new place a mile away. Ten thousand bars lock the dragon like an urn.
Scared that the jade was nowhere to be found. I rely on the roots of clouds to carve my name.
The fourth of eleven bamboo songs
The blue broom is the ancestor of Yasi. Green leaves are more reminiscent of Cai Yong.
Listen to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time.
The fifth of eleven bamboo songs
Mix jade and smoke on the rocks. Take off summer clothes again and again.
Shan Tong is a muddy horse. Ride over the spring and fly with your hands.
The sixth of eleven bamboo songs
It must be engraved in Shilang House. Drunk in Yangshan village.
Guard 10,000 stems and sweep the customs. Don't teach any birds to disturb the cloud gate.
Seven of the eleven bamboo songs
A bunch of mica flowers seems to be in Hou Feng Ise's house.
Who knows that 90% of men and women are laws? Jordan's well is in a deep cliff.
Eight of the eleven bamboo songs
Swallows smelled like purple rice when they were young. The wild stream flushed on the east wall.
Don't bend into bamboo shoots. Keep the phoenix away from the height of the knot.
Nine of the eleven bamboo songs
One section is called Wanli Longqiu, and several sections are sad about the sea.
It is necessary to plant before the waterfall peak. Yunlilan has dried up.
Ten of the eleven bamboo songs
Where there are mountains and valleys, the words are fresh.
You can be a little green, Jian Yao. The picture shows the turtle fish going against the sky.
Eleven bamboo songs
The porch is closed with jade bushes and thousands of spring flowers. The ancestors of Zhanyang were blue in the sky.
Don't worry about Dao Jiang. Today, Nanke is in the national wind.
Wang Anshi Song (102 1- 1086).
Linchuan, Jiangxi.
The second of two rhymes by Zhang Ziye and Chikulingi.
Jingxian county is south, with deep shadows, and two cows sing better than Zen forest.
The wind blows the jade compartment in spring, and the bamboo moon steps break gold.
Julie
Bamboo roots lean on stones, and bamboo stems are sparse.
No one arrived at the end of the day, and the spring breeze swept the door.
Geng Tian presented one of the four songs with a bamboo crown.
Bamboo root beads are better than bamboo skin crowns, and short hair is needed first.
Don't wear a square hat to keep out the cold in order to make the bamboo forest look good.
Geng Tian presented four and two songs with bamboo crowns.
Without this crown, the bamboo skin is soft and brittle.
An old friend's love for robes is not pity for Han Shu, a fan.
Geng Tian presented four third songs with bamboo crowns.
Yu Runming believes in a good crown, but he gouges out fresh lines by mistake.
Don't forget that you always add the first place, so that Huanmeng can't be cold.
Geng Tian presented four songs with a bamboo crown.
Crown's works are innovative. Fog and cirrus clouds haven't dried for a long time.
I really call myself a forest, and I don't need mink to be warm and cold.
Bamboo window
There are two or three red amaranths in the bamboo window, and the mountains are far away from the water.
Only I know the road under the wall, and I can record the moss marks on my fangs.
This pavilion in Huazang Academy is dedicated to singing bamboo.
Four poets along the way are cool and have a long charm.
People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old.
I once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia selengensis, and finally sought frost with pine and cypress.
I'm tired of rooted plants. I ask for mercy and learn from Phoenix.
Ciyun Zhang Ziye Bamboo Temple
Scenery touches jade in spring, and broken gold hangs on the edge of bamboo and moon.
Tao Yuanming. Eastern Jin Dynasty (365-427). Money.
Jiujiang, Jiangxi.
Peach Blossom Garden Poetry
I am destined to farm. I'll rest where I am.
Mulberry and bamboo hang in the shade, and millet prepares art.
Gui Yuan Tian Ju's Four of Five Songs
Wandering between hills and ridges. I live in the past.
There is something left in the well to bake.
Tian She's Two Poems of Gui Mao's Nostalgia
Cold bamboo is deserted. The land is far away from people.
It's a stick Weng. You'll never come back.
Gui yuan Tian ju
There is something left in the stove in the well.
Tang (a scholar in 895). There is a way.
People from Yongfeng, Jiangxi.
Washing bamboo
Taoist bamboo slips. Play the piano and consider drinking to help the poor.
I don't want to have twins. I want to catch a big fish with a long pole.
Cut the crown of the brocade basket to increase the escape. Jade buds repair the stomach, which is called qingxu. Seven laws answer friends.
Mao Zedong 196 1 year
Mount Jiuyi went up to Bai Yunfei, and Di Zi rode the wind.
A thousand tears of Bambusa, and a hundred thousand clothes of Xia Hong.
It snows in Dongting Lake, and people in Long Island are singing and dancing.
I think my dream is vast, and the land of hibiscus is full of sunshine.
The feeling of seeing bamboo outside the window when you are sick.
Dong1March 4, 952
Bamboo leaves are green and refuse to be yellow, and branches are resistant to severe frost.
In Zhaosu, where everything is spring, bamboo shoots are even more busy.
Body art
Ye Jianying 1963
Lingyun paints with crayons, full of thoughts, and is my teacher with modesty;
Life is expensive when it can stand the test of hardship.
Zhu Yong
fang zhimin
The snow pressed the bamboo head very low, trying to make itself muddy.
Judging from a red sun, it is still in harmony with the sky.
A kind of bamboo
(Inscription)
Deng Tuo
The front steps are old and green, but I like to plant thousands of poles for many years.
The most important thing is to be modest and stay strong.
Three Friends in Winter ―― Pine Trees
(Inscription)
Tao Xingzhi
On Wansongling, pine trees are swaying and surging.
Shake the first peak of Kunlun Mountain.
Thousands of troops are furious; The sea rises from the mountain.
Bamboo green, plum blossom red, moving west to east,
Strive for the last five minutes, let a hundred flowers blossom and smile,
Then wait for three winters.
Preface to Xiaoxiang Bamboo Slips
Xiong Wenyu 199 1 April
The bamboo culture in China has lasted for five thousand years.
Food, clothing, housing and transportation are connected by bamboo everywhere.
Poetry, calligraphy and painting, bamboo slips.
How many elegant people send their feelings to a secluded room.
Zhu Xi is six gentlemen and seven sages in the bamboo forest.
Dongpo has three wonders, and Banqiao is more advanced.
Upright and upright, Ling is open-minded and unselfish.
Gloomy leaves will not wither after winter.
The wind is more natural and unrestrained, and Mingjie is more tenacious and firm.
The group has inherited bamboo style and studied bamboo for decades.
Amateur poetry and painting, selected more than 10 thousand words.
Carry forward bamboo culture and make the whole world envy it.
I am also a bamboo lover, and meeting is fate.
Talk about counting words and writing poems with electricity.