Slow-sounding (plum blossoms) Zhao Ji
Despite the cold and fight the warmth, seize the opportunity to fight for spring, the river plum has broken through the southern branches. It's overcast towards the evening, so it's better to reflect the moon over the pond. Naturally lustrous muscles and beautiful bones, a relaxed smile, and beautiful peach and plum blossoms. Working on dreams is like a beautiful woman who is shy and lazy, and is late in putting on makeup.
The sound of Changji's singing is interrupted, which is still hateful, and the pipe is constantly blown without mercy. Send it to Dingning far away, and give it as a gift to Prime Minister Long. I came to the village in the snow at night to see Dongjun and Xusuo Raoyi. It's so romantic that even if it's a hundred flowers, it's still unknown.
Point the crimson lips (plum blossoms) and Zhu Yi
The flowing water is cool and the broken bridge crosses the road with plum branches. Snowflakes are falling. It looks like Jiangnan painting.
White jade and green money are priceless if you want to buy sex. Return. West Wind Plains. A little incense goes with the horse.
Bodhisattva Man (winter plum) Han Yuanji
The flowers in the snow in the south of the Yangtze River are like jade. Feng Liu Yue has a new outfit. Just golden clothes. Intensely scented with lemongrass.
Clearly fenced with chrysanthemums. But make up the plum face. There is nowhere to help you. More Spring Branch.
Bu Suanzi (Yong Mei) Zhu Shuzhen
A branch in the bamboo is leaning, reflecting the quietness of the forest. It’s impossible to paint a picture of something strange after the rain, with only a few shadows scattered across the shallow water. After blowing through the little Chanyu, he thought deeply. There is a faint fragrance in front of the blowing wind, and the moonlight penetrates the cold flowers.
Bodhisattva Man (Yong Mei) Zhu Shuzhen
The wet clouds do not cross the stream and the bridge is cold. E Han first broke through the shadow of the east wind. There was a long sound of water flowing down the stream. A sprig and moon scent.
People feel pity for flowers as they look old, but flowers don’t know how thin people are. Leaning against the railing alone, it’s late at night and the flowers are cold.
Good things come soon (Wangmei) Zhao Yanduan
A kind of spring before the age of the year, who can tell that the forehead is yellow and the cheeks are white. The wind only sings about the trees, saying goodbye to these flowers. The beauty of this flower resembles that of a beautiful woman, and it is full of emotion and poetry. You and Suihan are in love, but it is difficult to get married.
Drunken Penglai (Mei) Zhao Yanduan
Xiang Penglai Yunmiao. Gushe Mountain is deep, and it is good to have spring. The fragrance is all over the branches of the south, making the world laugh so early. I would like to ask Han Ke how much chemical engineering it costs to carve ice and cut jade. Poems come together in the East, dreams come to the West Lake, and dawns come several times.
It's nice to have a silk curtain, and the musk deer is warm and warm, but I hate the smoke in the village, and the rain is sad and the wind is annoying. One by one, Qingfen fell in love with Dongjun. Until next year, the green trees will be covered with green leaves, and the pond of Fenghuang will be shaded. And give Yang He from scratch, flowers and grass.
Han Palace Spring (Plum) Cao Guan
First-class heavenly fragrance. It looks like a pistil with a true fairy quality, and the forehead of the palace has new makeup. The first spring is to spread the message, overwhelming all the flowers. The chemical industry is focused on imparting yang and harmony and suppressing the snow and frost. You should be conceited, solitary and clean, and your only friend will be the pines and bamboos when the weather is cold.
Because I read the poems written by Guangping Zeng, I love the fragrance of the moon and the sparse shadows across the window. It is worthy of being rewarded by Yutang, and by the light of Qiongyuan. The river city is blocked and the pipes are blocked. It doesn't matter if the dragon sings and blows. You see, you are making peace, and you will live up to Donghuang's success.
Qing Ping Le (Mei Ying) Wang Zhi
I have always been thin. It was even more punished by Chun Xun. So thin that I have nothing left to show for my body. Don't let the wind pass through the curtain. A solitary lamp reflects each other. The light is not as bright as the flowers. Looking closely at the horizontal and slanting shadows, it's like smelling the coolness of a stream.
Sheng Chazi (seeing plum blossoms) Wang Zhi
Seeing you in the creek bay, there are bamboos and sparse shadows. Lin Zhe heard the sound of wind and was startled by the rush of powder. I see that in the suburbs of your river, high waves are shaking the withered roots. The flying snow sealed the branches until the setting sun woke up.
Bu Suanzi (Plum Blossom) Shen Duanjie
Cold pistils accompany sparse branches, and when will you smile? I am sad in the rain in the north and south of the Yangtze River, but I can't bear to watch the shadows of flowers move. I am afraid of spring when I travel, and I have no dreams even when I sleep. At the end of the year, He Lang has not returned home, and his hands are constantly twisting and freezing.
Shui Tiao Ge Tou (Yong Mei) Li Chuquan
In the light rain, the eyes are bright, and spring believes in the southern branches. The news on Baihuatou's head is for me to attend the wedding ceremony. The ancient branches of the pine tree are covered with frost, and the sparse shadows on the horizontal windows outside the bamboos are both in the cold weather. Call me Cao Shang, don't let the common people know about it.
Being in front of the wind and watching the snow behind is always suitable. The blue sky is like a wash, why is the Qiang flute playing by the moon? A section that stands out from the crowd and becomes the Narcissus Brothers is a Yuzhang poem that will last through the ages. The cauldron and the nai are well prepared, waiting for the wheat autumn season.
Nian Nujiao (Plum Blossoms) Zhao Changqing
In the early spring, I saw the early plum blossoms sprouting jade, and the plum blossoms were white. A little bit of branches illuminates the eyes, which annoys the soft-hearted lovers. Love in secret, beautiful in the crowd, but become separated over time. Today's charm, who is still ice and snow.
Cool, cool and natural, with a fragrant posture that is easy to express, like bees and butterflies. In the middle of the night and at dusk, the carriage is gone, and there is so much breeze and bright moon. Although Song Yu was sad and Yuan Chao was hateful, they stopped after seeing Qianchou. Dongjun also promised that if you are interested, you can take the next step.
Partridge Sky (Plum) Wang Yan
It is light and sparse and does not attract dust. Smell the subtle fragrance quietly. It's strange that it's sunny and sometimes snowy in the world, but spring is stolen back in the sky.
Smiling slightly and frowning slightly. Although there is no meaning of blind date. When you are old, you can still drink with flowers, and you can carry your lost beauty with you in melancholy.
Shengchazi (double-leaf plum) Xin Qiji
Hundreds of flowers are blooming on the heads, and they can be seen in the ice and snow. The frost and the moon know each other, and we know the spring breeze first. The master's affection is deep and he doesn't care about Concubine Jiang's resentment. If you break off my most complicated branches, I’ll give you a curling recommendation.
Partridge Sky (Xuemei) Chen Sanpin
The jian is broken into pieces of frost and silk and is skillfully made into a group. Jade fibers are specially designed to break the cold. The sparse flowers are good for hairpins, but the thin shadows are hard to see when knocking against the moon.
Put old hatred into the crook of your eyebrows. There is no need for various golden flags. At that time, there were thousands of tears in the east wind, and it was strange to see that the makeup was still powdery.
Bodhisattva Man (Yuanyangmei) Zhang□
We were a romantic couple in the previous life. The returning soul lives towards the south branch. Sparse shadows lie on the clear stream. Just like when the sand is warm.
The green window is charming with sideburns. As promised, we still cross our necks. Smiling words are still shy. May the man grow old together.
Good things come close (Red Plum) Han Hui
The spring color enters the fragrant branches, dotted with thousands of red jade branches.
Don't be afraid of worry and indulge in sleepiness, relying on your new makeup like a bundle. The peaches and plums are too enchanting, and the candles are shining in the night. Remember that where there are sparse flowers, there is a subtle fragrance.
Bodhisattva Man (Visiting Plum Blossoms in the Wild) Han Hui
I have always been intoxicated by plum blossoms throughout my life. Several branches are dripping with fragrance. The moon shines brightly after the snow. The bile bottle is infinitely clear.
Light shadows are thin at night. Drink up the glass of wine. The scenery will be especially new tomorrow. The world is full of spring.
Reduced word magnolia (plum poem) Han Xin
The chrysanthemums are blooming. Wait until Mei Shao comes to ask for a smile. Snowy river waves. After seeing thousands of forests, I didn’t realize there was much. Yiqiu walked slowly. I'm afraid there will be new sentences in the coming morning. Year after year. The white hair urges people to drink.
Leaving the Spring Order (Ode to Plum Blossoms) Shi Dazu
On the old friend's stream, I feel sad and helpless, and the smoke tops the moonlit trees. A trickle of spring water touches the dusk, and there is no place for pause or lovesickness.
I once promised my heart to you. Therefore, dreams and poems are bitter. I heard that the east wind is also sentimental, and is retained by the fragrance outside the bamboo.
The golden man holds a dew plate (plum blossom) in Gao Guanguo
Remember the Yao Ji, turn over the Yao pendant, and go down to the Yao Pond. Cold fragrant dream, blowing on the southern branches. Luofu's dream is gone, and I recall seeing the fairy's appearance at dawn. The weather is cold and the green sleeves are pitiful, leaning against the bamboo.
The stream marks are shallow, the cloud marks are frozen, the moon marks are dull, and the powder marks are slight. Jianglou resentment, stop playing the flute. The fragrant sound is waiting to be sent, and the smoke and post in Yutang are desolate. Thousands of dendrobium trees are full of new worries, because they are thin in spring, but they are afraid of knowing in spring.
Congratulations to the bridegroom (Fu Mei) Gao Guanguo
The moon is cold and frosty. Seeing a branch, the age is late, and the flowers are sad and fragrant. There are no people across the bridge across the river, and Bai Lechun's heart is not at ease. The clear shadow is afraid and the cold wave shakes. There is no trace of worldliness, relying on high feelings, and being favored by the spring breeze. The frozen butterfly is like a phoenix.
A cup is about to be held by Wu Ji. I want to see that, soft and white, with a secret fragrance. Looking back to see if Luofu is there now, the loneliness is surrounded by smoke and greenery. They also competed for the three lanes of Nai and Huan Yi. The spring is blooming all over the West Lake, and the flowers are blooming, dreaming of mountains and rivers. Yinsi timid, dusk clouds heavy.
The heart of the flower is moving (the meaning of plum blossom) in Gao Guanguo
The branches are covered with green moss, dotted with cold flowers, and sparse jade is clear and ice-clear. Dreams recall the old home, spring and new kindness, once reflected Shouyang's makeup on the forehead. The green skirt and green mantle of my neighbor in the south are not to blame but my spirit and spirit. Hate to be late, spring breeze means, suddenly become shy.
I still miss the horizontal character. The troubled and peaceful soul is pure and pure. Leaning next to the strong pine trees and secretly leaning against the bamboo poles, we always meet each other in the cold weather. The green yin knot was in my mind at that time, but now, my heart is gone. On the night of Xiaoqiao, I am clear, sad and tired with the moon.
Sheng Zhazi (Mei Ciyun) Gao Guanguo
The fragrance frightens the Chu post station to be cold, and leans against the dusk of Xiangjun. It's already dusk as soon as I play the flute, and the moon is especially clear. Shen Shen's jade soul sinks into the deserted mist. The sour tears cannot be shed, and they gather in the heart of spring again.
Liu Chun Ling (Red Plum) Gao Guanguo
The jade concubine is drunk in spring, the night is cold, and the wind and moon in the south of the Yangtze River are blowing. One's own love is left in Guanwa Palace, outside the bamboo, especially pure and pure.
Snooze leads to lateness and charm. Say nothing to Xinghua. The corner is cold, the beautiful songs are incomplete at dusk, and I am afraid of being frightened and falling, Yan Zhixue.
Fan Gong wrote a poem about bamboos and prefaced it by Cen Shen
Fang Gong, who was a doctor and served as an imperial censor, planted bamboos in the Shaanxi embassy.
Newly composed poems about bamboos and even Seeing this, he admired Fan Gong's pure and elegant conduct, so he composed a song to harmonize with it.
People in the world don’t understand their love for bamboo when they see it. I know that you are planting bamboo in the courtyard of your mansion.
This gentleman was lucky enough to get the land with his roots. When he planted it, he heard that it was already big.
The bushes look cold in the hot summer, and the maple leaves sound dry at night. If you can clear the case and see it under the curtain, it is better to look out the window of Qin Shu.
For you, the yin will block out the sun, and the bamboo shoots will burst out through the steps. He who keeps integrity is partial to Yu Shishuang, and his humble wish is better than that of Lang Guan.
You don’t love the pine branches of Nanshan. The color of bamboo does not change in all seasons. In the cold weather, all the grass and trees have turned yellow, as I have known since Qingqingjun.
Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Zhuli Pavilion Pei Di
I have been to Zhuli Pavilion and had a blind date with Tao. Only mountain birds come and go, and it is so deep that there are no people in the world.
Ci Lao Bamboo, Li Bai
There is Ci Lao Mountain in the north of Dangtu County, with piles of rocks overlooking the river, steep walls and turbulent winds and waves.
The bamboos produced in its mountains are round and sparsely knotted, and can be used as flute pipes, with rhythm in the sound.
Wild bamboos grow on rocks, and the smoke reflects the river islands. The green color is deep, the waves are deep, and the voice is cold and early.
I have never heard the dragon chant, but the phoenix song should be played well. If you don't learn from the willow tree, your sincerity will always protect you.
Yan Zheng's Mansion and Bamboo Ode by Du Fu
The green bamboos are half in casks, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall. The color invades the book and it's late, and the wine bottle is cool in the shade.
The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow.
The Five-Yong Bitter Bamboo Bridge in Xun Gongyuan Liu Zongyuan
The dangerous bridge is a secluded path, winding through the sparse forest. The bursting of bamboo baskets divides the bitter festival, and the light baskets hold an open mind. Looking down at the trickling stream,
listening to the singing of Xiao Xiao. On a misty day in the lake, the mountain birds sing in mockery. There is no need to use it, but there is more shade to live in.
Bamboo Path Li Deyu
The wild bamboos form a path of their own that surrounds the stream for more than three miles. Tan Luan is covered with layers of blankets, and the clear canal is reflected in the desolate scenery.
The forest is quiet at sunset, and the wind is moving and the valley is empty. The Tian family has few old friends, who is willing to kill and burn fish?
Hsinchu Yuanzhen
The bamboo basket has just been untied, and the cold color is already green. The powder is slowly floating in the air, and the wind is gradually swaying.
The trees are sparse and the sun shines through, but they are few and far between. Only unity and unity, steadfastness and unity are the same.
Newly planted bamboo Bai Juyi
Zuoyi is not feeling well, and the grass grows behind closed doors. Why entertain the wild nature by planting hundreds of bamboo stems?
Seeing this is so exciting that I can recall the love in the mountains. Sometimes when I have time off from official duties, I walk around the fence all day long.
Don’t say that the roots are not yet solid, and don’t say that the Yin is not yet established. Already I feel that in the courtyard, there is a clear feeling at every tip.
My favorite thing is to lie by the window, listening to the sound of branches in the autumn wind.
Rewarding people for playing with bamboo after the rain Xue Tao
When it rains in the south in spring, you can see the snow and frost. All kinds of things are also luxuriant, and the mind is humble and calm.
If Jinxian stays drunk for a long time, he will be sad with Concubine Shun early. In your later years, you can reward me, and the sky is full of wonders.
Tongguo Staff Cui Pu shoots the bamboo in front of the Huainan Jiedu Envoy Hall Liu Changqing
It was planted in the Liangwang Garden in the past, but now it has been moved to the Han Dynasty General Altar. I passed through the cage with my head low, and looked at the green rolling curtain.
It is difficult to hold the joints through frost if the roots are moved far away. The flowers blossom into phoenix fruits, and the young shoots grow into fishing rods.
Ai Aijun is quiet, Xiaoxiao County is wide. The sound is soft and the corners are twilight, and the sparse shadows are cold at the door.
Xiangpu has changed over the years, and Shanyang has been damaged in several places. I don't know how to face Yuan An on the side of Xuanping.
Zhuting, Xiran’s younger brother, Meng Haoran
My second and third sons and I have had close friendships throughout our lives. With the ambition of a swan, there is a bird's heart in suffering.
The breeze is flowing in the bamboo forest. Da is the fun in wine and the occasional sound on the piano.
Li She lives in seclusion in Yiling after repairing it
The mountain behind Guo Yi is as deep as a path, and thousands of poles are like bunches of green. I have always loved things so much that I moved my house to a bamboo forest after hard work
Ku Huang Tiao Xiao Yin Li He
Who said Xuanyuan was in the current affairs, Ling Lun picked bamboo twenty-four. Ling Lun collected it from Kunqiu and divided it into twelve parts according to Xuanyuan's imperial edict.
Linglun uses it to correct the rhythm, and Xuanyuan uses it to adjust the vitality. When the Yellow Emperor ascended to heaven, he was accompanied by twenty-three officers.
There is only one pipe left to blow in the world. If you can't get it, you can't get it. This pipe is buried in Yushun Temple.
Playing with Bamboo in the Garden of Friends Shi Jianwu
I once went to Xuanzhou to see the jade trees, which looked like the bamboos in the courtyard of your home. Visitors don't need to breathe in the breeze, hanging a crown here is enough to keep cool.
Hsinchu Han Yu
The bamboo shoots are added to the south level, and they become clear day by day. Frost has been stored in the awning section, and the yellow buds are still covering the emerald green.
In the market, there are five or six, and when there are three or four in the house. The high standard is strict in autumn, and the pure color captures the beauty of spring.
Sparse growth and cleverness fill the forest, and doubts and disputes arise. Vertical and horizontal, they follow the same path at first, and suddenly they are brilliant and endless.
The branches are not blown by the wind, but the dew powder is first filled with tears. Who can play with it? Qing Jingkong stares at it.
Inscribed to Liu Xiucai, Hsinchu and Du Mu
Several stems are of faint jade color, separated by green smoke at dawn and dusk. The sound breaks through the cold window dream, and the roots penetrate the green moss pattern.
The sun is gradually covering the threshold, and the clouds are trying to get in the way. If you are not a guest from Shanyin, who would love you?
The first bamboo shoots are eaten and presented in the seat. Li Shangyin
The tender bamboo shoots are just coming out of the forest. The price of Wuling is as heavy as gold. There are countless people in the land and sea of ??the imperial capital who can't bear to cut Ling Yun's heart even an inch.
Inscribed on the bamboo in front of the hall of Zheng Changshi, Jia Dao
The green bamboo stands beside the poem and wine, and Chanjuan is full of thoughts. The tangled branches are covered with snow, and the leaves are blooming in the cold wind.
Xiao Sa suspected that the spring had passed by, but there was a similar path when he returned. The root of invasion was unearthed, and the bamboo shoots grew in clusters next door.
Beyond the screen window, there is a sound in the silent room. Watching the rolling curtain all day long, sleeping on the pillow for the same autumn.
The prince who sings songs over thousands of hectares, accompanies Duke Ruan with thousands of poles. The dew is full of pity, and the rain stream is filled with love.
Jiegu dominates Hubei, and Xiangchuan dominates the east of the river. On the side of the Xuan threshold, the green sky curls up.
Wang Yu called the Bamboo in Official Houses
Whoever planted hundreds of Xiaoxiao bamboo poles, accompanied by chants, was called Xianguan. Don't compete with the beauty of spring, but stay lonely and chaste and wait for the cold weather.
The sound of the piano bed creates elegance, and the shadow of the chess game brings happiness. Even if we remove it next year, we will still have to see it in the snow this winter.
Ting Bamboo Shi Zhiyuan
If you remove the flowers and plant them, the whole courtyard will be cold and green, and it will be dust-free. The summer days are full of leisure, but there is still a breeze blowing around.
Ode to Golden Bamboo by Jiang Tang
A hundred yi first cold a path deep, hidden in the forest formed by nature. A greedy husband or a person who relies on the railing will not see Xiuhuang but gold.
Bamboo by Song Qi
The branches of bamboo are outstanding, and they are humble and unwilling to clump. There is integrity and straightness in the sky, and there is no mind and emptiness.
Purple Bamboo Mei Yaochen
Xiuzhu is produced in the southwest and has a different color than Dongjun green. The cut flute reflects the sandalwood lips, and the branches lead to the phoenix.
Moved thousands of miles away, it will not change into a deep valley.
Bamboo Planting Zhai Sima Guang
I love Wang Ziyou, so I also plant bamboo in the Zhai Zhai. A day is indispensable, and the coolness is always in your eyes.
The snow and frost are only white, and the leaves do not change their green. The unique stone Jilun, the golden valley full of corals.
The Jun Pavilion in Huazangyuan chants bamboo by Wang Anshi
The path is so dense that there are four cool buildings, how long can the lingering shadow of the shadow go? People pity straight people who are born thin, and they are expected to become more mature as they grow older.
It once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia terrestris, and finally followed the pines and cypresses to the frost. I regret to take the root of the plant, but I want to beg Ling Lun to learn from Phoenix.
Golden Bamboo Lv Tao
There are bamboos in the Qujiang River. Their color is dark yellow, and the eyes inside are golden bamboos.
Xiuzhu is already lovely, but its condition is like gold again. Heaven and earth are in harmony, frost and snow are as strong as the heart.
Yunzhi grows with knots, and chestnut and jade grow into forests. Looking back at the Weichuan River, the mountains are surrounded by green shade.
Bamboo Pavilion Shen Liao
The ancients loved to cultivate bamboo, and they came to the secluded pavilion with ease. The energy section is high-spirited, the sound is clear, and there is no vulgar noise.
The fight in spring is trivial, but the autumn wind shakes the dryness. Who would have thought that Weichuan is so rich that a thousand acres can hold a crown?
Bamboo Ode Wei Xiang
This gentleman is upright and natural, how can he imitate the charming flowers and master the pavilion?
Non-spring grows its own branches and leaves, and there will eventually be big roots. Whoever recommends a clear temple for cutting sound will sacrifice a bottle of Jiamu.
Yong Bamboo Wen Tong
Bamboo, bamboo. Cold and green.
Along the Xiangjiang River, the Wei River meanders.
The curtains are green and brocade, and the spears and spears are green jade. The humility is different from the grass and trees, and the strength is more than ordinary trees.
The dragon-turned-staff enters the fairy mound, calling out the phoenix and the rhythm of the gods. Yue'e's scarf is draped slowly and slowly, and the wind girl's music is clear and solemn.
Drinking in the woods shakes the broken shadows to shake gold, and playing chess on the stone clears the yin and overturns the game. Dr. Qu expelled Tu Yue Jiao Lan, and Mr. Tao returned to look for pine and chrysanthemum.
If Tan Luan's behavior is invincible to the king, his elegant and unrestrained posture will be invincible to his servant.
In Qian Monk Luyunxuan Su Shi
You can eat without meat, but you cannot 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. People around me laugh at this statement, which seems to be high and foolish.
If you still chew on this, there are Yangzhou cranes in the world.
Poetry on Cherishing Bamboo and Quotes from Kong Wuzhong
There are several bamboo poles in Dongzhai, which are pleasantly green. There are many bamboo shoots growing beside them, which add to the deep luxuriance.
The last one to come out was particularly strange, full of surprises, and unfinished.
But it was broken by the hands of veterans. The sad husband was destroyed by the force of dry clouds blocking the sun under the window. With the appearance of frost and snow, I lost it in a moment, walking back and forth, feeling sad for a long time, and I couldn't forget my feelings, so I wrote poetry about it. In the gloomy sunset of the old moss wall, who can break my emerald stems? That is, the green leaves have turned into dust, and there are still low branches with dew residue.
Don't let the clouds invade the snow, because you are so sophisticated that you can make waves. There is no shortage of people in my hometown, and it is overcast in ten hectares and cold in June.
Study Bamboo Cai Que
There are three bamboo poles in front of the window, and the cool wind blows the whole courtyard in the cold. Don’t be disgusted by the king who is always in front of you. He turns into a dragon and goes to meet the difficulties.
Yuan Danggu Su Che
Whoever said that he would be poor has already used grain to measure bamboo. There are thousands of poles in the surplus valley, but never one pole is bent.
Heshi planted thick bamboos Huang Tingjian
Hidden in the city, this gentleman is really friendly. When the roots are moving and the sun is plowing, the bamboo shoots will be harvested.
The dragon transforms into Gebei and the wind blows the sound of Age. Three paths are cut off by the grass, and friendship will be seen at the end of the year.
Hsinchu Huihong
Several Langgan trees lean against the wall in the shade, and new bamboo shoots are planted in the forest. Yesterday, Xiaoxuan was in a good mood, but the beautiful moon was shattered and the gold was sifted.
Plant bamboos and inscribe the pavilion of love by Fan Chengda
Sweep and sweep Xuanhua's house, the green dust grows in the smoke and under the moon. The leaves are full of breeze in the first year of the year, don't forget the person who rented the house this year
Hsinchu Zhu Xi
The spring thunder is on the Yinyan rocks, and the quiet grass is everywhere. I planted southern window bamboo, and it has sprouted.
Winning the reward of the secluded forest, living in dignity without vulgarity.
Two quatrains from Yunxi Bamboo Playing Book by Lu You
The air is covered with ice and frost, and I see this series of immortals on the riverside. The coldness penetrates directly into people's muscles and bones, leaving no trace of dust at all.
The bamboos in the stream are of both colors, and the bamboos become even more amazing when you walk to the bridge over the stream. Regardless of how thin the meat is, one can endure ten years of hunger behind closed doors.
Hsinchu Yang Wanli
What year did the young scholar enter the wilderness, and those who banned Yu Yi stood like a wall. The brocade is half-stretched and the jade is half-stretched, and the pink section is newly coated with frost.
After three days of enjoying the rain, I suddenly felt happy when I stepped out of the wall. This autumn, there are many leap prevention measures, and Mr. Cheng is particularly cold.
Moving Bamboos by Xin Qiji
Every time I plant a tree and feel sad about my age, I wonder how long it will take to become a yin. Seeing descendants and descendants, it is better to plant bamboos around the garden.
Planting Bamboo Liu Kezhuang
Planting bamboo before settling in, out of love for the sound and thin shade. I can't be stingy for a day, even if I have a few poles, I am desolate.
To add poetry materials to the window, Guo Wai moved to pay his salary. I laugh to myself where I will be next year, the empty eaves are blown by the wind and my lapel is draped.
Gong Ping Fusen Yuxuan Meng Zongxian
The ancients also planted bamboos in their borrowed houses, as if they were gluttons who were not satisfied with their curiosity. Gaozhai heard that there were thousands of langgans, and sat facing Huaishan to drink the autumn green.
When an official has free time, he has nothing to do. Even if the wine bottle is not empty, there will still be meat. He would always knock on your door and give me a place to sleep on a high pillow and a low bed.
The one-character inscription indicates Shang Junxiang and Li Junmin
He is cool and can cure customs, and Tan Luan likes it. I would rather bear this burden and endure the injustice done to Kui Long.
Guo Changqian’s Bamboo Collection in Yishiyuan
Nanxuan was moved from the West Altar, with dozens of thin jade pavilions. When you get the Dharma, you should not lose to the old cypress. When you take root, you can get close to the orchid.
Although there is no spring scenery, Xu Zhenxin is old and cold. All the grass and flowers are gone, please come and have a look.
Inscribed on this Junxuan of Hao Ziyu in Nao County, Mao Ruiqing
Guilin’s name is Yizhixin, and thousands of green bamboos and green virtues have neighbors. The wind and smoke in Weishang are divided into sects, and the poetry and wine in Shanyang belong to idlers.
My heart has reached the Frost Cave, and I can’t see the flowers or dust in my eyes. From now on, Xuan's back is shining brightly, with tender fragrance and new powder in spring.
Tall bamboos are near the water, Yuji
Tall bamboos are near the water, and quiet flowers are in the shade of the cliff. With her virginal appearance, she has the heart of a gentleman.
The spring sun is not flattering, but the long dew has suddenly become deep. Concubine Xiang used to play the harp and looked at Cang Wucen with regret.
Cold Bamboo Chapter by Fu Ruojin
The cold bamboo is close to the stream, and the stone is born from He Leilei. The nourishment is due to the thick soil, and the birthplace is Yuan Zai.
The spring sun scatters the beautiful scenery, and the branches and leaves are covered with light. Now that I am at the end of my life, I am worried every day.
Sudden sad changes, but fear of shock. It is appropriate to be different in the cold and auspicious days, but how can I regret it when it is too late to return?
The shade of Qiyuan has not yet ceased, and the worry of Jieguyin is still there. Gentlemen have known each other for a long time and have deep love for Miao Yunhai.
The nature of bamboo changes, and people fear it and change it. I would like to say that the soldiers will be able to seal the plants and not hurt the woodcutter.
Xu Zhuyin Wang Mian
Across the river, Xiuzhu lives in a quiet suburb, with more than a thousand acres of shade outside. The integrity of Gao Shicao is unwavering. How can we communicate with the common people? I lie down and listen to the green rain flying across the sky, and laugh at the gentle breeze blowing through the trees.
However, the noisy world is swept away in silence, and we wait for the woodcutter and fishermen at the end of the cold year.
Bamboo on the River Wang Shixi
Bamboo on the Xiaoxiao River is spread all over the foothills. The morning glow is bright gold, and the evening moon embraces cold jade.
The tips are green phoenix wings, and the leaves are green luan feet. The deep bushes stand on the wall, and the high joints are folded and drooped.
The desolation contains rain and dew, and the grass and trees are the same throughout history. Don’t ask for bamboo shoots to cook soup, don’t ask for rafters to build a house.
Make a flute and play my tune.
Poetry Volume Inscribed on Junxuan Friends by Cao Wenhui
If there is bamboo, no one will be left alone. How can we have both? Only the Jun family is young and willing.
The Jun family surrounds Qingyu City with bamboo, and there are people in the Jun family who are clear of ice and snow. The scarves are facing each other to illuminate the moon, and both the man and the bamboo are carried away.
To the east, there are mulberries and flowers, and to the west, there are flowers and bees and butterflies gather. How can there be no red sleeves to lead the wine glass, and the poet will knock on the door.
Poets love bamboo as much as they love guests, and their beautiful poems strive for newness. You should open a path to sweep away the white clouds, and meet people who are not dust.
Wild Bamboo, Wu Town
Wild Bamboo is absolutely lovely, and its sap is sparse and full of life. Throughout his life, he has always stayed far away from the bushes and thorns, and walked along the cliffs and through the stone paths.
I humbly embrace the festival 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.
Inscribed on the Zhuyi Pavilion of Gu Chushi, Yu Li
In the Yushan area of ??Zhengjun's house, everyone built a one-foot-long fence. The sound of autumn is bleak since June, and the green rain is faint every day.
Immortals sometimes send green rice, and Taoist priests sometimes come in white feathers. Qingzhang Yase is sitting on the rock, watching the white clouds flying in the sky.
The picture of Zhuxi Study Room is Huang Kewen’s inscription Su □
There are countless bamboos on Qingxi River. I love bamboo and move to my home to live in the bamboo forest. The clanging sound of the old bamboos in front of the steps, reading on an autumn night is stained with bamboo dew.
The sound of books surrounds the house and the sound of bamboos, and the color of bamboo invades the books and adds to the fun of reading. Dragons and grandsons grow from the bamboo roots, and luan and phoenixes gather on the bamboo.
Sometimes I carry my harp and listen to the bamboo strings, and my sleeves are clear and clear, separated by bamboo and green. The clouds and the moon make shadows on the bamboos, and the bamboo sticks cross the bridge in search of poems.
I have always loved bamboo, regardless of where the owner made it. You don’t see it, but a 筇 is thrown onto the slope and suddenly changes, and thousands of scrolls of flags are better than the ones inserted into them
Lan Queming and Guo Zhubu Yun’an Nine Days Chrysanthemum
Jin·Wang Shuzhi
< p>Orchids are both blooming in spring, and chrysanthemums are blooming in autumn.The fragrance is fragrant and the herbs are fragrant, and the heroes are beautiful.
Which one is aromatic? It becomes more and more fragrant in the quiet.
Jin·Tao Yuanming
Chrysanthemums bloom in the forest, and green pines crown the rocks.
With such a pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best under Shuang.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The cold flowers have all bloomed, and the chrysanthemums are only full of branches.
The old picking people change frequently, and the light-flavored wine will temporarily follow.
Tang·Wu Lulei
Charming gold dress, slim white jade skin.
I know that the time is very different, and it seems to be the same as the cold season.
I can’t bear to fall to the ground, but I would rather die if I hold on to my skills.
Endowed with residual chrysanthemums, chanted chrysanthemums, chrysanthemums, Zhao Changhan chrysanthemums
Taizong of the Tang Dynasty
The orchids on the steps are condensed with summer frost, and the chrysanthemums on the banks shine in the morning light.
The dew is thick and the smile is bright, the wind is strong and the fragrance is light.
The thin leaves are light green, and the round flowers are bright yellow.
Still as beautiful as this year, and will be beautiful again after we get married.
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
One night of fresh frost covered the tiles lightly,
The newly broken bananas fell over the lotus.
Only the Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant.
The golden millet is more clear at dawn.
Tang Dynasty·Yuanzhen
Autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house,
The fence around it becomes increasingly sloping.
It’s not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers.
There will be no flowers after all the flowers have bloomed.
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The light muscles and weak bones are scattered and quiet,
The golden core is full of flowing clouds.
If you want to know the old trillium medicine,
The flowers will bloom when the grass is destroyed.
Chrysanthemums Chrysanthemums after the Double Ninth Festival Chrysanthemums folded on September 12th Chrysanthemums
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Dark lavender, melting yellow.
Tao Ling's fence is beautiful, and Luo Han's house is fragrant.
Whenever it is forbidden to be exposed again, it is really timid of the setting sun.
May the golden parrot ascend to the White Yutang.
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
The lonely east fence is wet with dew,
The golden house in front shines on the sand.
There are few women in the world who have no charm.
They only look at the flowers on the Double Ninth Festival.
Song Dynasty·Lu You
The yellow flowers are fragrant and unique,
The Double Ninth Festival is a mismatch of cornucopia.
It’s late to see Ling Shuangcao,
It’s funny that children say it’s outdated.
Song Dynasty·Zhu Shuzhen
Earth flowers can be both white and red,
I can still love this work in the late festival.
I would rather grow old with fragrant branches than follow the yellow leaves dancing in the autumn wind.
Ode to October chrysanthemums and chants to chrysanthemums
Jin·Yuan Haowen
Autumn fragrance has entered Saoist poetry in the past,
It is passed down today in the late festival Busy businessman.
If it is not the west wind that keeps guests,
The plum blossoms will fade away after a long time.
Ming Dynasty·Shen Zhou
Flowers begin to appear at the roots of the hedgerows in autumn,
but from indifference to prosperity.
The west wind gate contains fragrance,
Except the Tao family to my home.
Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
The nature of things has always been in different families.
Who is greedy for cold, thin and tired of time?
Chrysanthemums are white in the land of wind and frost,
not chrysanthemums in spring.
Ming Dynasty·Tang Yin
The three paths of the hometown are covered with secluded bushes,
Xuanshuang fell into the blue sky one night.
How many far away guests have not returned,
I just use the fence to watch the autumn breeze.
Appreciating chrysanthemums and drunken flowers, picking mulberry seeds in Yinwanxiangxuan
Zhu De
Standing on the branches of strange flowers,
Jade bones and ice muscles under the eyes receive.
Let's listen to the peace of the world,
I am willing to use chrysanthemum wine to resolve the old grudges.
Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow.
The auspicious brain eliminates the golden beast.
The Double Ninth Festival is here again,
The jade pillow and gauze kitchen are cool in the middle of the night.
After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.
There is no way to lose one's soul.
The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Ming Dynasty·Gaoqi
We are not afraid of the wind and frost towards late autumn,
The flowers that bloom alone have withered.
The land is desolate and there are three paths of moss in the old garden.
On the occasion of the Double Ninth Festival, there is only one fence of rain.
The vast autumn colors make people want to be drunk,
The cold fragrance and the cold falling butterflies are prophets.
The mountain old man thinks alone and is dying together.
Sitting across from the secluded pavilion, he writes poems every time.
Mao Zedong
It is easy to grow old in life.
Every year there is a Double Ninth Festival, and now it is a Double Ninth Festival.
The yellow flowers on the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is strong,
not like the spring scenery, but better than the spring scenery.
The vast river and sky are covered with frost.