There are forty poems about the integrity of bamboo.

Ling Yunzhu is a true gentleman, and the empty valley is a beauty.

Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of?

A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

Bamboo shadow poetry is thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams.

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.

Yazhai lay listening to Little Zhu Xiao, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings.

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Zheng Xie's Painting Bamboo at the Age of Wei County Department.

The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest.

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Wu Jun's Landscape Poems

Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night.

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Liu Changqing's "Send Master Che Ling"

The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave. Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love. .

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Zhuo Wenjun's "White-headed Song"

Wild bamboos are green and misty, and flying springs hang blue peaks.

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Li Bai's Interview with Taoist Daitian Mountain

Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.

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Li He's Quotations from Li Ping