Classical Chinese essays describing bamboo
1. The ancient essays about bamboo are open-minded about the merits and demerits of the past,
Smiling proudly of the severe winter frost and snow.
A life of tranquility and indifference,
A life of high moral integrity.
It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo.
No meat makes you thin, and no bamboo makes you vulgar.
Those who are thin can still gain weight, but scholars and common people cannot cure it.
——Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, "Yu Qian Monk Luyun Pavilion"
Bamboo and Stone
Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty
Stand firmly on the green mountains and never relax; The roots were originally in the broken rock;
It has been strong despite being struck by countless blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
Xu Tingyun's "Ode to Bamboo"
Regardless of the pavilions and mountains and forests, Aier is just a thousand acres of shade.
There are knots before they are unearthed, and they have no intention of flying to the clouds.
Ge Bei began to transform into a dragon, and the phoenix chanted in the valley.
The moon is bright and the wind is clear and the night is eternal. The poor prince only knows his voice. ——Two very classic sentences were later revised as "There are knots before they are unearthed, and there is still an open mind in the clouds"
2. The ancient text about bamboo, Bamboo Cultivating Notes
Tang Bai Juyi
Bamboo is like a virtuous man, so why? The roots of bamboo are solid, and they are used to cultivate virtue. When a gentleman sees his roots, he will think of those who are good at building things. Bamboo has a straight nature, and it is upright to stand tall; when a gentleman sees its nature, he thinks of it as neutral and undependable. The heart of the bamboo is empty, and it is empty for the Tao. When a gentleman sees its heart, he thinks of those who should receive it in vain. Bamboo knots are chastity, and chastity is used to establish one's ambition; when a gentleman sees the knots, he will think about honing his reputation and deeds, and those who are harmonious and dangerous. This is the case, so it is true for a gentleman to have many trees in his garden.
In the spring of the 19th year of Zhenyuan, Juyi was selected as the best scholar and awarded the title of scholar. He started in Chang'an and asked for a temporary residence. He found a place in the east pavilion of Guan Xiangguo's private residence in Changleli. . Tomorrow, I walked to the southeast corner of the pavilion and saw a thicket of bamboos with dead branches and leaves, soundless and colorless. When I asked the old man of the Guan family, he said: This is the person who planted it with the hands of the prime minister. Since the prime minister donated the palace, others lived there temporarily, so those who made baskets and baskets cut them off, and those who came with brooms cut them. The remaining materials from the punishment are endless and can be counted in hundreds. There are also various kinds of grass and trees growing in it, including velvet and velvet, and there are no bamboos. Ju Yi regrets that he has tasted the experience of the elders and saw the eyes of the vulgar people. If he cuts it off, his true nature will still remain. It is the wormwood, which removes the dung and soil, sparses it, seals it under it, and does not finish it all day long. So there is clear shade when the sun rises, and there is clear sound when the wind comes. I still feel happy, as if I have feelings for you.
Sigh! What does the bamboo plant do to humans? If people cherish and ennoble them because they are similar to the virtuous, how much more can they be regarded as truly virtuous? However, bamboo is to grass and trees as wise to common people. Alas! Bamboo cannot change itself, only people can change it. A virtuous person cannot differentiate himself; he can only use virtuous people to differentiate himself. For this reason, he wrote "The Story of Raising Bamboo" and wrote it on the wall of the pavilion, so that those who would live here later would also want to hear about it and use the sage's words today.
3. What are some poems describing bamboo? l Ode to Bamboo (Qi. Xie Tiao) There is a clump of bamboo in front of the window, which is green and unique. The southern branches meet the northern leaves, and the new shoots are mixed with old branches. The moonlight is sparse and dense. , the sound of wind rises and falls again. The green huts fly unobstructed, and the yellow mouth peeks at each other alone. But I hate to follow the wind, and the roots and plants are separated from each other. Bamboo (Liang. Liu Xiaoxian) Bamboo grows in the open field, and the tops of the clouds are towering. No one appreciates the high festival, just Holding true to one's heart. Shame stains the Xiang concubine's tears. She is ashamed to enter the palace harp. Whoever makes the flute should sing the dragon's chant. Give him the tender bamboo in front of the steps (Chen. Zhang Zhengjian). The young shoots of flowers are about to soar into the sky. The curved and horizontal branches are often untied, and the leaves are sparse on the steps and strong winds are blowing. If you want to know the place where the dragon is born, you should stand in the middle of Gepi on the mountain road. Chanting Bamboo (Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty) Gao Nian, Chujiang River, contains beautiful flowers. In the dawn, white flowers shake the shadow of the wind, and dragons move in the green festival. Leaves sweep the southeast sun, and branches carry clouds from the northwest. Who knows that on the Xiang River, I shed tears and think of you alone. Bamboo is planted on the left side of the county house. More than 100 poems (Tang Dynasty, Linghu Chu) Bamboo is planted by the north window of the studio. The newly opened plain wall reflects the fresh green. The green is close to the place where medicine is practiced, and the green shade is as deep as lying in front of the curtain. The wind is startling the leaves at dawn, as if hearing the rain, and the moon is passing. The spring branches seem to be carrying smoke. I recall the mountains and my heart is suspended. , retreating to the public and sitting leisurely facing the Chanjuan. The white sand pavilion facing the bamboo in autumn (Tang Dynasty. Xu Hun) Xiao Xiao Ling snow frost, the thick green is different from the three Xiang. The sparse shadows of the moon move on the wall, the cold sound of the wind fills the hall. The rolling curtains are earlier in autumn, and the nights are longer with high pillows. .Suddenly recalling Qinxi Road, thousands of poles are now cool. The first bamboo shoots are in the seat (Tang Dynasty. Li Shangyin). The tender bamboo shoots and fragrant buds have just emerged from the forest. The price in the mausoleum is as heavy as gold. The land and sea of ??the imperial capital are countless, and I can bear to cut an inch of gold from the clouds. Ode to Bamboo (Zhenggu, Tang Dynasty) It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind. It blows the water and hides the pine trees in the village. It moves the Xiao Sao from the distant temple, washes it and clears it, and sees the front peak. The moss invades the steps and breaks out the spring buds, winding around the path. The shade of summer is thick. The apricot blossoms are full of emotions. Several branches are clad in green, so they are compatible. Bamboo wind (Tang Yanqian, Tang Dynasty) Bamboo reflects the wind and the windows are tilted. --- People are worried about sitting and thinking without limit. The night comes and leaves the rivers and lakes. The dream is all about the sound of stems resembling beech flowers. In the spring, there are several bamboo poles in the mountains (Pei said in the Tang Dynasty) that are green and resemble dragons. They are steep and tall and must be taught to grow here. Infinite wild flowers cannot bloom, and the cold color in the middle of the mountain competes with spring. Bamboo chanting (Zhang Bi in the Tang Dynasty) ) The trees are full of color and the leaves are blooming, and the kings and grandsons are not tired of filling the courtyard. No one is seen in the frost season, and I wait humbly for the phoenix to come all day long. Who allows the romance to add joy and self-pity to let go of the dust. There is so much idle space in the red gate, it is just the right time to move The clouds caress the green moss. The Shuangyun Pavilion (Song Dynasty, Su Shi) unwinds the new bamboo baskets without restraint, and the Chan Juan is already old and cold. To see the meaning of the cold frost, you have to wait for the autumn wind to fall. All the poems in the garden (Song Dynasty, Su Che) ) Bamboo does not grow in cold areas, although it often appears to be sick. The roots of the bamboo shoots are deep and dense, and the leaves are so fierce. The beauty of the ice and snow is scattered by the shadows of the wind and sun. The prosperity is solitary and deep, and one person is the enemy of a thousand hectares. It reminds people of the forest on the river. The edge of the cliff is strong. There is no wind, and the tapestry floats by itself, and the wind blows on the deserted path. Hsinchu (Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli) The east wind cleverly repairs the remaining mountains, blowing several jade poles in one night. Half-dressed and still half-dressed, the tapestry dragon has not believed in the cold spring. .Ode to East Lake Hsinchu (Lu You in the Song Dynasty) inserted into the thorns and weaved into a fence to protect it, and cultivate the cold green leaves to reflect the ripples. Autumn comes first when the breeze sweeps over the ground, and the red sun goes by without knowing it until noon. When unwinding the sheaves, I hear the rustling sound, and the shoots are first seen. Ye Lili. I want to come here frequently in my free time, and I still follow my pillow mat everywhere. Wild bamboo (Wuzhen, Yuan Dynasty) wild bamboo is very cute, with sparse branches and leaves, and has a true look. I have always stayed far away from Jingzhen, walking on walls and cliffs through rocks. Dai. Humbly embrace the river of Jie Mountain, the breeze is whirling in the white moon. What will happen if the cold shoots are thousands of feet away? There is a lot of wind and smoke in Qi'ao, Weichuan River. New Bamboo Shoot Song (Ming Dynasty, Yue Dai) The forest is full of yellow birds singing, and there are new bamboo shoots in the forest. Together with others, the spring breeze walks behind closed doors, and the bamboo chickens are frightened by dewdrops during the day. Spring has passed for three days in the rain, and a few more are added near the stone bed. They compete to raise their heads to the blue clouds, regardless of the broken green moss in front of the steps. Bamboo and stone (Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie) Clinging to the green mountains and not letting go, the roots are still in the broken rocks. They are strong despite being struck by the east, west, north and south. (Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie) Bamboo is one after another, with thousands of branches and thousands of leaves. I won’t bloom on my own , avoid teasing bees and butterflies. I think of a couplet, a true gentleman with strong bamboos in the sky, a beautiful woman with orchids in the empty valley.
4. Write a classical Chinese article with the title "The Love of Bamboo". The original text is "The trees on the Qiulu grass and trees are very respectable. People in Zhou Dynasty only love willows. Since the Spring and Autumn Period, people in the world have loved pines and cypresses. I love them alone." Bamboo is born in the wild and does not give up. It withstands the cold wind but does not fade. It is straight in the middle and outward, never bends or bends. It is loyal and trustworthy. It is as broad-minded as a valley. It can be respected from afar but not looked down upon. I call willow the messenger of spring; pines and cypresses are the messengers of spring. The tree is the husband; the bamboo is the tree the gentleman's behavior. Oh! The love of willow, Zhou Hou and others are separated from each other. The love of bamboo, who can share it? The love of pines and cypresses is suitable for everyone! Note: Zhou people only loved willows. Originated from "The Book of Songs": In the past, when I passed away, willows and willows lingered. Since the Spring and Autumn Period, people have loved pines and cypresses very much. Originated from "The Analects of Confucius": The year is cold, and then I know that the pines and cypresses will wither. Translation: On the Land There are many respectable plants and trees. However, people in the Zhou Dynasty especially loved willows. Since Confucius, people have also praised pine and cypress. But I particularly like bamboo. It grows in a harsh environment but is not discouraged. It faces the severe cold and remains evergreen all year round. The interior of bamboo is empty. The outside is not bent or broken. Bamboo is honest and trustworthy, and has an open mind. People can respect it from a distance but cannot ignore it. I think willows are the messengers of spring; pines and cypresses are the heroes in books; but bamboo has the noble character and integrity of a gentleman. Ah! The love for willow trees was used by people in the Zhou Dynasty to express parting feelings; for the love for bamboo, who else is like me? There must be many people who love pines and cypresses...