The bridal chamber is quiet and the moonlight shines around. Chongyang is near, and it is urged everywhere.
Under the west window, the wind shakes the bamboo, and it is suspected that it is an old friend. Sadness.
Increase disappointment, new love is easy to lose, and the past is hard to guess. Ask Huang Ju who opened it.
When you are worried, you must give up drinking. Before you wake up, your troubles have come back first. After a long time, Jinbo gradually turned and the Millennium was covered with moss.
Ouyang Xiu, the author of Lou Yuchun, I don't know the distance after your parting, doesn't know the distance after your parting. Sad and boring.
Drifting away, no books, no place to ask. Late at night, the wind blows bamboo and plays autumn rhyme.
A thousand leaves, a thousand voices, all hate. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
Du Fu Chongyang, the author of Five Poems in Nine Days, drank a glass of wine alone and went on stage when he was ill. Bamboo leaves are nothing to people, and chrysanthemums don't have to bloom anymore.
Mysterious apes crow at dusk, and the white goose in the old country comes before the frost. Where is the depression of younger brothers and sisters? Let's go to war and thank each other! Fan Chengda, the author of Shajiangcun Road in Huanxi, is familiar with West Shili Daoxiang.
The hedge of hibiscus flowers has bamboo filaments. The drooping mountain fruit is green and yellow.
Thick fog knows that autumn mornings are wet, and thin clouds cover the sun and noon. There is no need to fly the hood to protect the uniform.
Zhang Ning, the author of "Man Jiang Hong Bi Ti Wu Cui Zhu Send Li Yangchun", wrote a song "Shang Qing", which made people leave home several times. Think of bamboo and green trees, where to visit.
Three paths of west wind and autumn are old and full of spring rain. Seeing moss and white stone is easy to dusk, and there are countless worries.
Qiquan Road, near Yishan. Looking back is empty, and the moment is wrong.
Sigh, dance with the phoenix and come home late. Indifference is still like grass, sadness is like Hedong tree.
Let's let him go, take care of Bing Si, and make up again. Wu Wenying, the author of The Tail Offender Chen Jia's Mid-Autumn Festival, chose Wei Yun in the sea. At dusk, the golden well is cold and the rhyme is urgent.
Where the building is high, you should clear it first. At the beginning of the river cooling ice washing, Su E remains the same, and Ling Hua will wipe it again.
The shadow stayed behind until late at night, and the curtain households took photos. There is a small moss path in the bamboo house, and smoke from kitchen chimneys rises to the sunset for several miles.
Lu Liao Xiang Jing, remember when I met him. Twenty-five, autumn sounds, dreams do not recognize, Pingshan Road is narrow.
Drunk soul, Yin Gui everywhere without mercy.
2. Qin Guan, an autumn bamboo poem, is the author of the ancient poem "Man Fang Ting, clear water surprises autumn"
Clear water startles autumn, Huang Yun is in the sunset, and the fallen leaves are all empty. The bridal chamber is quiet and the moonlight shines around. Chongyang is near, and it is urged everywhere. Under the west window, the wind shakes the bamboo, and it is suspected that it is an old friend.
Sadness. Increase disappointment, new love is easy to lose, and the past is hard to guess. Ask Huang Ju who opened it. When you are worried, you must give up drinking. Before you wake up, your troubles have come back first. After a long time, Jinbo gradually turned and the Millennium was covered with moss.
Ouyang Xiu, author of Yulouchun, I don't know your distance after parting.
I don't know the distance after you broke up. Sad and boring. Drifting away, no books, no place to ask. Late at night, the wind blows bamboo and plays autumn rhyme. A thousand leaves, a thousand voices, all hate. So, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream is not a lamp, it will burn.
Du Fu, the author of "Five Poems in Nine Days".
Chongyang drank a glass of wine alone, and when he was ill, he went to the river to go on stage. Bamboo leaves are nothing to people, and chrysanthemums don't have to bloom anymore. Mysterious apes crow at dusk, and the white goose in the old country comes before the frost. Where is the depression of younger brothers and sisters? Let's go to war and thank each other!
Fan Chengda, author of Shajiangcun Road in Huanxi.
Shili Xichou rice is fragrant. The hedge of hibiscus flowers has bamboo filaments. The drooping mountain fruit is green and yellow. Thick fog knows that autumn mornings are wet, and thin clouds cover the sun and noon. There is no need to fly the hood to protect the uniform.
Zhang Ning is the author of "Man Jiang Hong Wu Cuizhu sends Li Yangchun"
A clear business, people leave home several times. Think of bamboo and green trees, where to visit. Three paths of west wind and autumn are old and full of spring rain. Seeing moss and white stone is easy to dusk, and there are countless worries. Qiquan Road, near Yishan. Looking back is empty, and the moment is wrong. Sigh, dance with the phoenix and come home late. Indifference is still like grass, sadness is like Hedong tree. Let's leave him alone, take care of Bing Si and make up again.
Wu Wenying, the author of The Tail Offender Chen Jia's Mid-Autumn Festival.
Choose Wei Yun in the sea, the golden well is cold and dusk, and the rhyme is urgent. Where the building is high, you should clear it first. At the beginning of the river cooling ice washing, Su E remains the same, and Ling Hua will wipe it again. The shadow stayed behind until late at night, and the curtain households took photos.
There is a small moss path in the bamboo house, and smoke from kitchen chimneys rises to the sunset for several miles. Lu Liao Xiang Jing, remember when I met him. Twenty-five, autumn sounds, dreams do not recognize, Pingshan Road is narrow. Drunk soul, Yin Gui everywhere without mercy.
3. The following are ancient poems describing bamboo in autumn, which I hope to adopt:
Zhu Qiu
Author: Chao
Autumn wind is so annoying, bamboo is a cold thing.
Exquisite is cold, not cold.
Turn to the next page, I don't feel thin.
Isn't there a side of Chen Gen that is silent?
When thunder comes in, see if it shoots out.
Autumn bamboo song
Author: Xie Tiao
{ladies' room} Volume 7 Window North.
The roots are not uneven.
Rise from the wind.
Britain and Japan are quite far away.
I want to blow under the jujube tree.
Don't have Jiangnan branch.
But it will snow.
True Yin Xin ruler
Swimming pool window
Author: Bai Juyi
Lotus fragrance in the pool and bamboo depth in the window.
No partner, only a piano.
Autumn bamboo is like jade, and Bai Yue in Qingchi misses your home. -Gao Huai Yuan Ya Author: Qiu Tan boardman
Autumn bamboo smoke cage color, cold flowers dew fragrance. -Former friend Zhuang Author: Fan Fu
The night bridge is foggy, and the autumn bamboo is still frosty. -Travel time Shangrao Creek Author: Zhang Hu
4. Complete Works of Writing Bamboo Poems and Ancient Poems (Xie)
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Bamboo (Dongpo, Su Song)
Eating without meat is better than living without bamboo;
No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar.
Zhu Yong (Fu Bangru)
Breaking ground, Lingyun is getting higher and higher, and the cold drive is leading all the way.
Don't shed tears of passion, wish to melt ice and snow for Chunshan.
Singing bamboo (seven laws)
Small bridges and flowing water around the hut make it comfortable to live and settle down. The wind destroys the body, the roots are still upright, the snow presses the waist and the branches are stronger.
Being famous, I always keep the festival, and my heart is empty and dark. Not afraid of frost and heat, it is beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
A kind of bamboo
Tang jianxun
Joan's day was full of wind, and she forgot to go back for sex.
The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows.
jasmine
Tang Lizhong
Occasionally, I moved from a monastery on the mountain to build bricks.
The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come.
Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.
The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly.
A kind of bamboo
Tangzhenggu
Suitable for smoke, rain and wind, but loose when hidden in water.
Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker.
The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.
Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together.
Don du fu
The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.
Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine.
The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Hedgehog bamboo
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
A piece of green shade is like washing, why bother to protect bamboo?
It is better to use bamboo as a fence than to ask for help.
A kind of bamboo
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
The whole world loves to grow flowers, but the old people only grow bamboo.
Frost and snow move to court, and new green is sprinkled.
After a quiet snowy night, the shadow lost its green color.
Don't be blown away by the wind.