Water Fairy Zhu Yong Ma Yuan Qianzhai
Sadako was not attacked by ice and snow,
The straight part is easy to see.
Weichuan wind and rain singing pillow,
There is a phoenix in full bloom.
Wen Huzhou is a bosom friend.
Drunk in the spring breeze,
Singing to the moon in autumn night,
Dance a long step, break the shadow and sift the gold.
Reward people for playing bamboo and Tang Xuetao after the rain.
In the spring rain in the south,
Ice and snow posture.
There are many kinds of people,
Self-restraint.
Stay drunk,
Chu and Shunfei are sad.
You can enjoy it at the end of the year,
Lush and vigorous
The bar is dedicated to Zhu and Tang Du Fu.
Bamboo is half covered,
New hints have just come out.
Color intrudes into books late,
Yin is cooler than wine.
The rain washed away,
The wind blew the fragrance.
But without cutting,
Meet Fu Yunchang.
Yu Qian monk Lu Junxuan Song Sushi
Can make food meatless,
You can't live without bamboo.
No meat can make people thin,
No bamboo is vulgar.
People are thin and fat,
Mediocre people are hopeless.
Others laugh at this statement.
As tall as a fool.
If you're still chewing this.
There are no Yangzhou cranes in the world.
Zhu Tang Wei style
Bamboo,
Linchi, like jade.
Quiet and quiet, and smoky green.
It is better to rob the festival than to change it.
There are many kinds of Qu Wei, but the Wangs haven't seen enough.
The fairy stick scares the dragon, and the beauty should cook with the phoenix.
Only sadness blows as a farewell voice, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing.
Yong Shi Li Tang Jiang Dian Shui Ting Qian Zhu Lin Song Yang Wan Li
At the sight of this gentleman.
Decadence is not a village.
Sunset and writing.
Birds are soul eaters.
There is no such thing as guest thinking.
On the worries of poetry.
Ask the canal: "Can I drink?"
-Put the wine on the frost root.
Hehuangmen Road Shi Yu Zhu Yong Zhang Tang Jiuling
Clear and cut the purple court,
Ling Wei blocked branch display.
The color change is just not mysterious,
The sound is good and the wind blows.
Noble morality values people,
Know with an open mind.
Phoenix is delicious,
One-on-one tools.
Bai Juyi painted bamboo songs in Tang Dynasty.
Xie Lulang and Xiao Yueshan painted bamboo and were incoherent. Small and secretive, asking for help all the year round. Knowing the heaven and the good things, I suddenly wrote a fifteen-shot, and I saw it. Give it heavy meaning, superb skills, no answer, write a song to report it, every 186 word cloud.
Bamboo in plants, although not similar in ancient and modern times, is difficult to write.
Xiao Lang's style of writing is unique and lifelike, unique since Danqing.
People draw a swollen bamboo body, while Xiao draws a thin stem.
People draw bamboo shoots hanging to death, while Xiao draws branches and leaves moving.
Born without roots, born on purpose, made without bamboo shoots, made with a pen.
On the bank of the wild pool, there are two clumps of fifteen stems.
ChanJuan didn't lose her pink state, and Xiaosa tried her best.
Look up suddenly picturesque, and listen in a low voice.
The seven stems of the west cluster are strong, and the stone in front of Tianzhu Temple is seen.
The eight stems of Dongcong are sparse and cold. I remember watching it in the rain in ChristianRandPhillips Temple.
You, I miss a few people and sigh with you.
Unfortunately, Xiao Lang Xiao Lang's hands are shaking and his eyes are dizzy.
When talking to yourself is the last word, this bamboo has been particularly scarce since then.
Reward Yuan Jiu for having feelings for the newly planted bamboo.
Tang Bai Juyi
I met you ten years ago.
I used to make autumn bamboo poles more solitary and straight than you.
As soon as the center is combined, foreign affairs will be endless.
* * * Protect your heart, autumn bamboo, wind and frost can't invade.
At first, I suspected the phoenix tree, and the color changed first in autumn.
If you don't love Yang Liuzhi, spring will be weak.
After I left you, I saw the appearance of bamboo.
Long desire is in sight, so I planted it on the side of my home.
Where is the first place? Nan Jun and I are in the north.
I gave you a poem, and I was very excited about it.
Planting bamboo and tangdu wood
Because of the sun,
But it seems to flow like a stream.
Vivid feather forest shadows,
Sparse smoking to show off.
Xiao Sao cold rainy night,
The wind blew that night.
When will the old country arrive,
Hang a branch on the dust crown.
Zhu Tang Jia Dao
Clear the fence and vulva, and collect the medicine.
Xiao Feng met Jia Bilang.
After the child left, there were fewer intimate friends.
It's cold.
Tang Lihe, one of the four unique new bamboo shoots in Changgu Beiyuan.
Put down the long pole and cut the jade,
You see, the mother bamboo shoots are dragon materials.
I'd rather smoke thousands of feet overnight,
Don't pour a few inches of mud into the pond garden.
Wei County Painting and Bamboo Academy was established in 2002, with Bao Dazhong and Guo Xie.
Yazhai lay listening to the novel,
Doubt is the voice of civil suffering;
Some small officials in Caozhou County.
A branch and a leaf are always related to love.