Original text:
Wandering around the villa, I saw several bamboo poles, and the forest pond was conspicuous, but the roots were barren and no one appreciated it. Ironically, the servant felt the vacillation of withdrawn nature and the pity of naive attitude. Its word says: Wang Wei is leisurely and comfortable, talking about visiting the West Garden. Royal hub, Zhu Xuan. Chiwuben comes first, and literature comes last. I am proud of the wind, and I turn to the clouds.
Thin back refers to the area of Lantang. When the pool platform is closed, the curtain is beaded Hui Zhen is beautiful and Xiu Zhu is charming. Around the pavilions, the scenery is shady and the pavilions are fresh. Revenge of the Prince is Xiang Liu's elegy, and it is also the song of Chu altar's escape. Gu Bin was royal and cherished for a long time, he recruited the season and entered the raft. This season is so heavy that it is called: "I heard that Hannah Quinlivan was born and civilians were born. See the secretary, the table is in the secretary.
Rooted in water, dry mountain cen. Embrace mourning festivals, including quiet sad hearts. Out of Yanzhou and independent, Linjiang and Liujie. Weaving peach branches is a treasure, but spreading mica is a blame. Immortals sweep the jade, and smokers are good at gold. At first glance, a ship is worth a hundred feet, or an urn is worth ten discoveries. Just look at her clothes with uneven color and graceful appearance. The moon is exquisite and the clouds are floating. Scattered in the air, blue in the mysterious, green floating in the swamp.
This is uncertain. Juanzi's buds are fresh and moist, and the basket is fine and nutritious. The snow is falling, the winter is sad, and the scenery is beautiful. If it rebelled against the court of the godson, it was planted in the beautiful woman's room. The upper part is cut into pieces and the lower part is woven. So I didn't come down. I was relieved at first. Joan's hook is wrapped in flowers, and the sun stops in the air. Look at the embroidered bamboo shoots, which are densely covered with green branches. The breeze blows the clouds and overcast, and the rain seals the drops.
As complicated as mountain pepper, it will always be a smoky road. Lean on the blue stream and make friends. Cool leaves and bass cream to repair dew. Winter and spring lock, whistling apes in the morning and evening. No one is there when the purple flowers fall. Who will protect the bamboo shoots? The pearl on the seamount is solid, and the bluebird is empty. It was a mistake to play the flute when you were brushing the stone plate in Jiangnan. If it is a winding platform, the scenery will be very bright. The Millennium is a police crane, and the moon is full of surprises.
Write mist on the floor and drag light smoke on the green branches. The shadow of mistress is scattered with pearls, and her voice is green. Hengqiong's creation adds coolness, and the golden shop brushes the sound. The autumn path is quiet and cloudy, and the cold pond is quiet and bleak. To its gray and beautiful, floating posture. Slight frost on the leaves, listening to the wind on the branches at night. Arouse the poet's independent consciousness and touch the lovesickness of mountain travelers. Is to thank you for your quality, the autumn moon and the new moon. Laughing at ten orchids is easy to fall.
Send short feathers to live in groups, hoping that the long ones will stay away forever. Although I moved to the jade steps, I finally sent my heart to Yungu. The prince then prepared to sing satirical words. Put on a wide hall, bend over the huachi, and give birth to a pair of songs of crimson trees, which intersect with jade feathers. Wu was born in a secret banquet and sat for a long time without violating it.
Translation:
Thin and soft bamboo, neither flowering nor branching, is neither herb nor tree. Its moral integrity is noble, higher than the secular, and its charm is extraordinary. Its leaves are dark green, like green feathers, and its branches are lush, like jasper. Bamboo grows alone between the deep mountain canyon and the vast Weihe River.
The cool breeze blows from the distant mountains, bringing joy to the beautiful women in the empty valley. Watch the winding river at close range and overlook the clear river. Clouds are reflected in the water and floating with the water waves. In summer, the sky is covered with colorful clouds, bamboo forests are looming in the clouds, drizzling and breezy.
Wild cranes grow in the distance, and Qiu Chan sings solo. Jinshi's instrumental music is staggered, and the pipes are ringing. If it is a beautiful night, the bright moonlight, the deep winter snow, the cold and dampness on the stone, listening to the sound of bamboo breaking in the forest, my thoughts seem to have returned to ancient times, and the sound is silent, empty and quiet.
Eyes and ears are cheerful and refreshing because of it, and expressions are cheerful and happy because of it. It is more beautiful than Wu Bi, and pine trees (only its own) are its foil. Pu and Liu are ashamed of themselves, and Tao and Li are ashamed of themselves. "Bam Bam Bamboo Rod" is a song that Wei's daughter who has been married for a long time misses her hometown and sings "Seven Tips" to praise a noble gentleman.
In the past, Yu Yu sang in the bamboo forest to express his feelings. Zhong Xuan rested and feasted in the bamboo forest, collecting poems and wine. Seven sages in the bamboo forest are like-minded, and six sages in the bamboo stream follow their predecessors. There is a reason.
What's more, the wind in the empty valley of the mountain stream (reminiscent) is the magical legend of Gebei bamboo stick dragon! As for the modesty of bamboo, it doesn't change branches and leaves all year round, which is my standard to judge the virtue of a gentleman.