Ancient poems about bamboo:
1. A branch outside the bamboo is leaning, thinking of a beautiful woman, the weather is cold and the sun is setting. Cao Zu's "Sudden Mountain Stream Plum"
2. Instead of planting idle flowers, there are a few poles of bamboo growing beside the pond and pavilion. Lu Rong's "The River is Red and Ode to Bamboo"
3. Under the west window, the wind is shaking the green bamboo, and it is suspected that an old friend is coming. Qin Guan's "The Courtyard is Full of Fragrance and the Blue Water Amazes Autumn"
4. The pines and bamboos contain the new autumn, and the windows are full of clearness. Cui Yuanhan's "Fenghe Shengzhi Zhongyuan Day Titled Fengjing Temple"
5. Thousands of feet of waves across the river, thousands of bamboo poles leaning into it. Li Qiao's "Wind"
6. He writes about the calamus and bamboo leaf cup, the first time he steps on the grass in Pengcheng. Tang Xianzu's "Forbidden Racing in Chuzhou at Noon"
7. Moisten the piano silk, the cold invades the pillow, and the insect net blows the curtain bamboo. Zhou Bangyan's "Dayu Yuediao Spring Rain"
8. Where are the nine doubts at sunset? Recognize Shun Temple and the bamboos. Wen Tingshi's "Good things are happening in Xiangzhou"
9. The curtains are empty, the sun is thin, the flowers and bamboos are quiet, and sometimes there are milk doves singing to each other. Su Shunqin's "Visiting the Canglang Pavilion on a clear day"
10. Walnuts are wrapped in sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing, and rice is like pearls washed out of a well. Fu Zeng's "Shangyuan Bamboo Branch Poems"
11. The wind and dew are not found in this world. I sit on the bow of the boat and blow bamboo. Li E's "Hundred Characters Ling Moon Night Crosses Qili Beach"
12. Bamboo trees are silent or making sound, and the feathers are scattered and still condensed in the desert. Du Xunhe's "The Snow in the Mountains in Spring"
13. Sun Lang smiled and sat down to spray the frost bamboo. Huang Tingjian's "Niannujiao breaks the rainbow and falls in the rain"
14. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"
15. But if you don't cut it, you will see the clouds grow.
Du Fu's "Ode to Bamboo in Yan Zheng's Mansion"