1. Ancient Bamboo Verses in Autumn
Qin Guan, author of "The Fragrance of the Courtyard·The Blue Water Startles the Autumn"
The clear water startles the autumn, the yellow clouds form dusk, and the fallen leaves are scattered in the sky. level. The people in the bridal chamber are quiet, and the slanting moon shines lingeringly. The Double Ninth Festival is approaching again, and there are sounds of anvils and pestles in several places. Under the west window, the wind shook the green bamboos, and it was suspected that an old friend was coming.
Sad. Increased despair, new love is easy to lose, past events are difficult to guess. Ask the yellow chrysanthemums beside the fence to find out for whom they are blooming. It is said that when you are worried, you need to drink wine. Before you wake up from the wine, the sorrow will come back first. After a long time, the golden waves gradually turned, with white dew and green moss.
Ouyang Xiu, author of "Yulou Chun·I don't know how far you are after I say goodbye"
I don't know how far you are after I say goodbye. It's so desolate and depressing. As we go further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink in the vast water. Late at night, the wind blows through the bamboos and brings out the rhyme of autumn. Thousand leaves and a thousand voices are filled with hatred. Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out.
Du Fu, the author of "Five Poems in Nine Days Part 1"
During the Double Ninth Festival, I was drinking wine in a glass alone, and I got sick and climbed the river to the stage. Bamboo leaves are no longer important to humans, so chrysanthemums no longer need to bloom. The ape cries when the sun sets in a different place, and the white geese come before the frost in the old country. Where are the brothers and sisters in depression, fighting and decline are both urging them!
Fan Chengda, author of "Huanxisha·Jiangcun Daozhong"
The fragrance of ripe rice is ten miles west. The hibiscus fence is covered with long bamboo strands. The hanging mountain fruit is green and yellow. The thick fog makes the air moist in the autumn morning, and the thin clouds cover the cool afternoon. No need to fly cover to protect military uniform.
Zhang Ning, the author of "Man Jiang Hong·Inscribed with Biwu and Green Bamboo as a Farewell to Li Yangchun"
A song from the Qing Dynasty, about visiting the hometown several times after saying goodbye. Thinking of the beauty of green bamboos and green trees, where have I traveled before? The west wind in the three paths is old in autumn, and the rain in the courtyard is all over in spring. Looking at the green moss and white rocks makes it easy to get dusk, and brings countless sorrows. On the bank of Yishan Mountain, Qiquan Road. Looking back in vain means missing the opportunity. Sighing the dancing luan and singing phoenix, it is late to return. The indifference is still like the grass in the west, and the desolation is like the tree in the east of the river. Let him stay, Su Guanhou Bingsi, and stay in harmony with each other.
Wu Wenying, author of "Weiju·Jiachen Mid-Autumn Festival"
There are faint clouds in the blue sea, the coolness of Jinjing, and the strong wind. Wherever the building is high, the first to get the light is to clear it. The river is cold and icy, and the silk is first washed, and Su'e is worthy of it, and the water chestnuts are wiped again. The shadows leave people behind, and they endure into the night, and the curtains show the traces.
The moss in the bamboo house is small, facing the sunset, it is full of smoke and green. Dew Polygonum and Xiangjing, we met each other when we were remembering years. 25. The sound of autumn is heard, the dream is unrecognizable, and the road on Pingshan Mountain is narrow. The drunken soul is soaring, and there is no one to cherish the osmanthus. 2. An ancient poem describing bamboo in autumn
The following is welcome to adopt:
"Autumn Bamboo"
Author: Chao Buzhi
Autumn Wind Too many injustices, bamboo is a cold thing.
The steps in the morning are exquisite, but the steps in the evening are not suitable.
When I turn over a leaf, I don’t feel that it is too thin.
Is there no Chen Gen beside me? There is no crowd of people bowing their heads in silence.
Whenever the thunder is filled, it will be up to you.
"Autumn Bamboo Song"
Author: Xie Tiao
{Female toilet} Juan Qi is in the north of the window.
The roots are not ragged.
The wind is curling up.
The sun shines brightly.
Desire blows like a jujube.
There is no other Jiangnan branch.
But it can conquer snow.
Zhenxin Yinquchi.
"Pond Window"
Author: Bai Juyi
The lotuses in the pond are fragrant at night, and the autumn bamboos on the window are meaningful.
There is no one to accompany me, only a piano.
The autumn bamboo poles are all like jade, and the white moon in the clear pond misses your home. ——Huaigao Yuanya Author: Qiutan Banggong
The autumn bamboos are smoky in color, and the cold flowers and dew are fragrant. ——Passing the Old Friend's Village Author: Fan Fu
The night bridge is dim and the water is dim, the autumn bamboos are still and frosty. ——Lv Ci Shangrao Creek Author: Zhang Hu 3. Autumn Bamboo Verses Ancient Poems
"The Fragrance of the Courtyard·The Clear Water Startles Autumn" author Qin Guan's clear water surprises autumn, yellow clouds form dusk, and fallen leaves litter the empty steps.
The bridal chamber was quiet, and the slanting moonlight lingered. The Double Ninth Festival is approaching again, and there are sounds of anvils and pestles in several places.
Under the west window, the wind is shaking the green bamboos, it is suspected that an old friend is coming. sad.
Add to despair, new love is easy to lose, and past events are hard to guess. Ask the yellow chrysanthemums beside the fence to find out for whom they are blooming.
The sorrow of the road must be drunk. Before the wine wakes up, the sorrow will come back first. After a long time, the golden waves gradually turned, with white dew and green moss.
Ouyang Xiu, the author of "Yulouchun·I don't know how far you are after farewell". It's so desolate and depressing.
As we travel further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink when the water is vast. Late at night, the wind blows through the bamboos and brings out the rhyme of autumn.
Thousands of leaves and a thousand voices are filled with hatred. Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out.
Du Fu, author of "Five Poems in Nine Days Part 1", was drinking a glass of wine alone during the Double Ninth Festival, and got up sick and climbed the river to the stage. Bamboo leaves are no longer important to humans, so chrysanthemums no longer need to bloom.
The ape cries when the sun sets in a different place, and the white geese come before the frost in the old country. Where are the brothers and sisters in depression, fighting and decline are both urging them! Fan Chengda, the author of "Huanxisha·Jiangcun Daozhong", sees the fragrance of ripe rice in the west area ten miles away.
The hibiscus fence has fallen bamboo silk. The hanging mountain fruit is green and yellow.
The thick fog makes the autumn morning moist, and the thin clouds cover the cool afternoon. No need to fly cover to protect military uniform.
Zhang Ning, the author of "Manjianghong·Inscribed on Biwu and Green Bamboo as a Farewell to Li Yangchun", wrote a song of Qing Dynasty businessmen, and visited his hometown several times after saying goodbye. Thinking of the beauty of green bamboos and green trees, where have I traveled before?
The west wind in the three paths is old in autumn, and the rain in the courtyard is all over in spring. Looking at the green moss and white rocks makes it easy to get dusk, and brings countless sorrows.
On the bank of Yishan Mountain, Qiquan Road. Looking back in vain means missing the opportunity.
Sighing about the dancing luan and singing phoenix, it’s late to return. Indifference is still like the grass in the west, and desolation is like the tree in the east of the Yangtze River.
Let him stay, Su Guanhou Bingsi, and focus on harmony. Wu Wenying, the author of "The First Offender·Jiachen Mid-Autumn Festival" is cyanotic and the sea is lightly clouded. Jinjing is cool at dusk and Wuyun is windy.
Wherever the building is high, you have to clear it first. The river is cold and icy, and the silk is first washed, and Su'e is worthy of it, and the water chestnuts are wiped again.
The shadows leave people behind, and they endure into the night, and the curtains reflect the traces. The moss diameter of the bamboo house is small, facing the sunset, all the smoke is green.
DewPolygonum and Xiangjing, we met each other during the year. 25. The sound of autumn is heard, the dream is unrecognizable, and the road on Pingshan Mountain is narrow.
The drunken soul is soaring, and no one cherishes the cinnamon trees everywhere. 4. Poems about bamboo in spring
Ode to Bamboo (Qi.
The southern branches meet the northern leaves, and the new shoots are mixed with old branches.
The moonlight is sparse and dense, and the sound of wind rises and falls again.
The green guard flies out of the way, but the yellow mouth peeks at each other.
But I hate that the roots and plants grow apart from each other.
Bamboo (Liang.Liu Xiaoxian)
Bamboo grows in the open field, and the clouds tower over the sky.
No one appreciates high integrity, only one is chaste.
The concubine of Xiang was brought to tears by shame, and she entered the palace harp in shame.
Whoever makes the flute should sing the dragon's tune.
Endowed with tender bamboos in front of the steps (Chen. Zhang Zhengjian)
The green clouds are forming clumps on their own, and the light flowers and tender bamboo shoots are about to soar into the sky.
The curved and horizontal branches are often untied, and the leaves are sparse and the wind is strong.
If you want to know the place where the dragon is born, you should go to Gepi on the mountain road.
Ode to Bamboo (Tang Dynasty. Li Qiao)
The tall bamboo sticks on the Chu River are filled with the beauty of dawn.
The white flowers shake the shadow of the wind, and the Qing Festival moves the dragon text.
The leaves sweep the southeast sun, and the branches carry the northwest clouds.
Who knows that on the Xiang River, I shed tears and miss you alone.
More than 100 poems about planting bamboo on the left side of Junzhai (Tang Dynasty. Linghu Chu)
Bamboo is planted by the north window of Zhaiju, and the newly opened plain wall reflects the fresh green flowers.
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 leaves at dawn seem to smell like rain when the wind blows, and the spring branches seem to carry smoke when the moon passes.
I recalled the mountains and felt relieved, so I retired and sat down to face Chanjuan.
Bamboos in the White Sand Pavilion in Autumn (Tang Dynasty. Xu Hun)
The fluffy snow and frost, and the dense green are different from those in Hunan.
The sparse shadow of the moon moves on the wall, and the cold sound of the wind fills the hall.
Autumn comes earlier for roller blinds and longer nights for high pillows.
Suddenly I recall Qinxi Road, thousands of poles are now cold.
The first bamboo shoots were eaten and presented in a seat (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty)
The tender bamboo shoots were first emerging from the forest, and the price in the mausoleum was as heavy as gold.
In the imperial capital, there are countless people on land and sea, and they can't bear to cut an inch of gold from Ling Yun.
Ode to Bamboo (Zheng Gu, Tang Dynasty)
It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind, blowing the water and hiding the pine trees in the village.
I moved Xiao Sao from the distant temple, washed it, and saw the front peak.
The spring buds burst out from the invading moss, and the path around the path is covered with dense summer shade.
The apricot blossoms are full of emotions, and the green branches are very compatible.
Bamboo Wind (Tang Yanqian, Tang Dynasty)
Bamboos reflect the wind and the windows are slanting, --- people sit and think about the endless thoughts.
The dream of rivers and lakes remains when night comes, all of which are like dry sounds like daisy flowers.
Bamboo in the mountains in spring (said by Pei of the Tang Dynasty)
Several poles of green bamboo are shaped like dragons, and they are steep and tall. They grow here.
Infinite wild flowers cannot bloom, and the cold color in the middle of the mountain competes with spring.
Ode to Bamboo (Zhang Bi, Tang Dynasty)
The trees are full of colors and the leaves are blooming, and the kings and grandsons are not tired of filling the courtyard.
No one can see Lingshuang at the end of the festival, waiting humbly for the phoenix to come.
Who allows romance to add joy and self-pity to the dust.
There are many idle areas everywhere in Zhumen, just like moving clouds to caress the green moss.
Shuangyun Pavilion (Song Dynasty, Su Shi)
The new bamboo basket cannot be restrained, and Chanjuan is already old and cold.
To see the hint of frost, you have to wait until the autumn wind falls.
All in the Fu Garden (Song Dynasty, Su Che)
Bamboo does not grow in cold areas, but it often looks like a disease.
The root of the plant is hidden in a deep place, but the leaves are so fierce when they open.
Chanjuan looks like ice and snow, scattered by the wind and sun.
Prosperity can be seen in solitary depths, and one person is the enemy of thousands of hectares.
It reminds me of the towering forests and cliffs on the river.
There is no wind and the baskets are floating by themselves, and they are singing along the deserted path.
Hsinchu (Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli)
The east wind cleverly repairs the remaining mountains, and adds jade poles in one night.
Half-dressed and still half-dressed, the dragon has no faith and is afraid of the cold spring.
Ode to East Lake Hsinchu (Song Dynasty, Lu You)
Insert thorns and weave fences to protect them, and cultivate the cold green ripples.
Autumn arrives first as the breeze sweeps over the earth, and the red sun travels until noon.
When I untied the bamboo basket, I heard the rustling sound, and when I put it down, I saw the leaves for the first time.
I want to come here frequently when I have free time, and I still follow my pillow mat wherever I go.
Wild Bamboo (Wuzhen, Yuan Dynasty)
Wild Bamboo is absolutely lovely, with sparse branches and leaves that look real.
He has always stayed far away from Jingzhen, walking along cliffs and crossing stone paths.
Embrace the river of Jieshan Mountain with an open mind, the breeze is whirling in the white moon.
What will happen if the cold shoots thousands of feet away? There is a lot of wind and smoke in Qi'ao, Weichuan River.
Song of New Bamboo Shoots (Yue Dai, Ming Dynasty)
The forest is full of yellow birds, and the new bamboo shoots in the forest are among the people.
The spring breeze scares the mountain rabbits behind closed doors, and the dew drops in the day scare the bamboo chickens.
Spring has passed for three days in the rain, and I added a few more flowers near the stone bed.
The generals will raise their heads to the blue clouds, regardless of the broken green moss in front of the steps.
Bamboo and Stone (Zheng Xie, Qing Dynasty)
He insists on not letting go of the green mountains, and his roots are still in the broken rocks.
Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
Bamboo (Qing Dynasty. Zheng Xie)
One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.
Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.
Bamboo
Li He of the Tang Dynasty
Entering the water, the light moves, and the green shadows appear in spring.
The dew shoots grow on the path, and the moss color brushes the frost roots.
The weaving can bear the fragrance and sweat, and the planting can catch the cotton scales.