Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the 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 their 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 bamboo half contains the casing, and the new shoots have just emerged 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. Bursting baskets divide the bitter festivals, 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, which goes around 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 by Bai Juyi
Zuoyi is not feeling well, and 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 to play 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 shot 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
I have had close friendships with my second and third sons throughout my life. 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
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 into a bamboo forest after hard work
Kuhuang Tiaoxiao Yin Li He
Who said that Xuanyuan was in the current affairs, and Linglun 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 bamboos in the garden of a friend, Shi Jianwu
I once went to Xuanzhou to see the jade trees, which looked like the bamboos in your garden. Visitors don't need to breathe in the breeze, hanging a crown here is enough to keep cool.
Hsinchu Han Yu
The bamboo shoots add to the south level bamboo, and it becomes clear day by day. The razor section has stored frost, 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, it follows the line at first, and it is 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 stared at it.
Inscribed to Liu Xiucai, Hsinchu 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 emerging from the forest, and the five tombs are worth as much as gold. There are countless people in the imperial capital, land and sea, 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 different path when he lingered back. The root of the 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 of Ten Thousand Fields of Songs, Thousands of Rods Accompany Duke Ruan. 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 official house bamboo
Whoever planted hundreds of Xiaoxiao bamboo poles, accompanied by chants, was called idle official. Don't compete with the beauty of spring, but stay lonely and chaste and wait for the cold weather.
The sound of the sound on 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
Remove the flowers and plant them, and 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 fence will not see Xiuhuang but gold.
Bamboo by Song Qi
Cultivation of the tips is outstanding, humble and unwilling to clump. There is integrity and uprightness 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 my 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 the four buildings are cool, how long is the lingering shadow left behind? 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 by Wei Xiang
This gentleman is upright and natural, how can he imitate the beauty of the demon flowers in the main 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 Quoting Kong Wuzhong
There are several bamboo poles in Dongzhai, which are green and pleasant. There are many bamboo shoots growing beside them, which spread and grow deeply.
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 poems 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 to serve as a gift. Ten hectares are overcast and it is cold in June.
Study Bamboo Cai Que
Three bamboo poles in front of the window, 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 branches of Langgan lean against the wall in the shade, and the 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.
Planting bamboos and inscribing a pavilion of love, Fan Chengda
Sprinkle 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
Spring thunder and Yinyan rocks, the quiet grass is everywhere. I planted southern window bamboo, and it has sprouted.
Winning the reward of the secluded forest, living quietly without vulgar feelings.
Two quatrains from Yunxi Bamboo Playing Book by Lu You
The air is covered with ice and frost, and I see these immortals on the riverside. The coldness penetrates directly into people's muscles and bones, leaving no trace of dust at home.
The bamboos in the stream are of two suitable 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 came out of the wall. There are many leap prevention measures in autumn this year, so Mr. Cheng is particularly cold.
Moving Bamboo by Xin Qiji
Every time I plant a tree, I feel sad about my age, and I wonder how long it will take to see the shadow. Seeing descendants and descendants, it is better to plant bamboos around the garden.
Planting Bamboo Liu Kezhuang
Plant bamboo before settling down, 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, nothing happens. 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.
One word inscription indicates Shang Junxiang and Li Junmin
Easy and unrestrained, he 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 at 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
The name and surname of Guilin 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. Breathing 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 being shocked. It is better to be different in the cold and auspicious days, and regret it when it is too late to return.
The shade of Qiyuan has not ceased, and the worry of Jieguyin is still there. Gentlemen have known each other for a long time, and they cherish Miao Yunhai deeply.
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 remains unchanged,
How can I communicate with the common people? Lying down, listening to the green rain falling, laughing at the gentle breeze passing by.
But the noisy world is swept away in silence, and the cold weather separates the table to wait for the woodcutter and fishermen.
Bamboo on the River Wang Shixi
Bamboo on the Xiaoxiao River is spread all over the foothills of the mountain. 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 bear the lone bamboo, but if there is no bamboo, it will make people vulgar. How can we have both? Only the Jun family is young and willing.
The Jun family surrounded the Qingyu City with bamboo, and there were people in the Jun family who were 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, 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 Zhen
Wild Bamboo 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.
Hold the mountain with an open mind, 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.
Title Gu Chushi Zhuyi Pavilion Yu Li
In the Yushan Mountain where Jun Zheng built his 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 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 play bamboo string instruments, 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. Don't you see that a 筇 is thrown into the slope and suddenly changes, thousands of scrolls of flags are better than the sockets
Qilu·Answer to a friend
Mao Zedong in 1961
White clouds are flying on Jiuyi Mountain, The emperor's son rides the wind under the green sky.
A branch of mottled bamboo sheds a thousand tears, and a branch of red clouds sheds hundreds of thousands of flowers.
The waves in Dongting are surging with snow, and the people of Changdao are singing poems.
The dream I want to have is very small, and the country of Furong is full of sunshine.
Seeing the bamboo outside the window when I was sick
Dong Biwu March 4, 1952
The bamboo leaves are green and refuse to turn yellow, and the branches are beautiful and can withstand severe frost.
In the spring breeze of Zhaosu, even the tips of bamboo shoots are being unearthed.
Inscription on Bamboo
Ye Jianying, 1963
Colorful pen and cloud painting are full of thoughts, humility and integrity are my teacher;
Life is precious With a strong heart, you can withstand difficult trials.
Bamboo chanting
Fang Zhimin
The snow is weighing down the bamboo head, and it is as if it is wet with mud.
From the red sun, it is still the same Be equal to the sky.
Bamboo
(Poetry on Painting) Deng Tuo
The bamboos in front of the steps are old and green, but they like to grow thousands of poles year after year.
The most important thing is to keep an open mind and stay strong, and to endure the wind and rain for a long time without knowing the cold.
Three Friends of Suihan (Poetry on Paintings)
Tao Xingzhi
The pines on Wansong Ridge are stirring in the wind,
Shocking The first peak of Kunlun.
Thousands of troops and thousands of horses are roaring; the sea comes out of the mountains.
Bamboos are green and plum blossoms are red, moving to the west and east,
Strive for the last five minutes, hundreds of grasses and thousands of flowers are relaxing and laughing,
Wait for the third winter.
Preface to "Xiao Xiang Bamboo Poems"
Xiong Wenyu April 1991
Chinese bamboo culture lasts for five thousand years.
Bamboo is connected everywhere for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Scrolls of poetry, calligraphy and painting, including bamboo chapters.
How many elegant people express their love in the quiet world.
The Six Gentlemen of Zhuxi and the Seven Great Sages of Bamboo Forest.
Dongpo has three unique features, and Banqiao is even more advanced.
Be upright and upright, open-minded and impartial.
The lush whistling leaves will not wither through the winter.
The wind makes you more free and unrestrained, and the bright joints make you tougher.
The group has inherited the bamboo style and has been studying bamboo for decades.
Collected poems and paintings in his spare time, and compiled more than ten thousand words.
Promote bamboo culture and people from all over the world look up to it.
I also love bamboo, and we are destined to meet each other.
Let’s talk about counting words and use electric bamboo poems.
Inscribed on my friend Liang Tiejun, the chivalrous man who painted bamboo
(Qing Dynasty) Kang Youwei
Standing upright in the sky, wavering but still holding himself.
The spring breeze is often biting and the autumn air is always present.
The messy leaves are still strong, and the soft branches are not blown.
Only the text is interesting and the portrayal is vivid.
Preface to Bamboo Poems
Zhou Fangchun New Year's Day, 1991
I have lived in peace for three and a half years, sitting quietly and reading poems.
Chinese bamboo culture has a history of thousands of years.
The poems are like a tide, and I am unable to read them carefully.
Browsed more than ten thousand volumes and compiled more than ten thousand words.
People who write poems about bamboo in ancient and modern times often learn bamboo style.
Being modest is your nature, and you will be noble throughout your life.
The strong wind does not bend the pole, and the heavy rain makes the skin cleaner.
Ku Department generates clear yin, and severe cold maintains green color.
Bamboo and silk leave history, and bamboo arrows shoot bear scorpions.
Everything for food, clothing, housing, and transportation is a labor of love for you.
The more outstanding the contribution, the more intense the deforestation.
If this wind continues, the bamboo forest will be destroyed.
I compile bamboo poems and dedicate them to readers.
I advise you to cherish bamboo and promote bamboo style.
"Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Ying Bamboo"
Qian Zhangming
A joint is strong, and there is no intention to taste it.
After many storms, it is better to break than to bend.
It is still green all year round, not competing with the crowds of flowers.
Looking up at the blue sky, in an obscure place, it is so desolate and high-spirited.
Be brave enough to sacrifice one's life, willing to sacrifice one's life without complaint.
The pavilions and courtyard pillars, and the curtains of the Madidi Cave fade into the sky.
How can we benefit sooner or later? Don't worry about the success you have achieved, your scales and claws will be all over the world.
I was born not to do anything for myself, but to devote myself to it.
Bamboo (philosophical poem)
In the soil,
Collect the language of struggle.
Can’t hold it back,
Open an eye to the earth.
Come to the forefront,
Be both modest and tactful.
Make a summary,
Continue to stretch upward.
A green cloud,
talking about ideals with the sun.
——Excerpted from "Shaanxi Science and Technology News"
Ode to Bamboo
Song Dynasty·Wentong
This poem)
In my hometown, I cultivated bamboos around the East River, occupying 10,000 branches in the water and soaking in the sand.
I have not been able to get a break from my career as an official, so this gentleman should be blamed for his late return.
Excerpted from "132 Chinese Painters"
Xiao Scenery on the Spring River
Song Dynasty Huichong
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, The water in the spring river is warm and the duck is a prophet.
The ground is full of wilting wormwood and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Bamboo Shoots
Wang Yuanzhi of the Song Dynasty
Searching for miles alone in the spring border. The rhinoceros and brocade are bursting into chaos.
Tian Wen died and his friends dispersed. Throw three tortoiseshell hairpins.
Excerpted from "Selected Poems of Ode to Things"
Thanks to Liu Zhongxing for benefiting the bamboo shoots
Zhu Zi of the Song Dynasty
Who sent the new bamboo shoots in the cold forest? When I opened the dowry, I was delighted to see the white flowers.
I know that you have made me sour and cold, but I am not like a feudal lord eating meat.
Excerpted from "Selected Poems about Things"
Bamboo
Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty
The windy branches blow high on Qiongjie, and the wind flows to me I forgot to return home.
The most pitiful thing is that under the setting sun, the shadows of flowers appear and the clothes are full of guests.
Excerpted from "Selected Poems about Ode to Things"
Tingzhu
Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty
Occasionally from the mountain monastery, moved to Bianji plant.
The good wind blows all day long, and the ghostly birds sometimes come.
The sifting moon leads to poetry, and the smoke in the cage accompanies the wine glass.
The south window sounds like wind and rain.
Bamboo
Tang Dynasty·Zhenggu
It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind.
Moved Xiao Sao from the distant temple, washed up and invaded the front peak.
The moss that invades the steps breaks and spring buds burst out, and the sedge around the path is slightly summery and the sun is strong.
The rogue apricot flower has many emotions, and several branches are clad in green, so they are compatible.
Bamboo
Tang Wei Style
Bamboo, near the pond, looks like jade.
The dew is quiet and smoky green.
It is better to change than to seize the festival, and to restrain one's sincerity.
Weiqu has many species, but the Wang family does not appreciate it.
The fairy staff is frightening and transforming into a dragon, and beauty and truth should mature with the phoenix.
I only worry about the sound of parting, looking back and dancing at the speed of the formation.
Extracted from "Ancient and Modern Chinese and Foreign Issues 21-30"
Looking for Mianzhu from Wei Xu
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Hua When Xuan Aai arrived in his year, Mianzhu was high in the county.
There is no such thing in front of the house on the river. Fortunately, it is green and caressed by the waves.
Post a question about Jiangwai Thatched Cottage
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
I am naturally unrestrained, and my elegance wants to escape nature.
He is fond of wine and loves wind bamboo, and his divination will lead to forest springs.
Two wonders in Hengyang Road
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
Black boils break through the fence, and colorful pigs burst out of the house and bloom.
There are still swallows flying in the bamboo and tile houses on the empty mountain.
Several miles away from the Hejiang River, I sent it to the princes of Yang Shangqing
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty
When I was about to leave, I was satisfied and said my sorrow about separation, but I had no words and only shed tears.
The bamboo forest at the stern of the boat covers the county and city, and the old people are still standing on their own in Shatou.
I will leave Wu Gorge and give 40 acres of orchard to Xiangxi brother Nanqing
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The moss and bamboo are good, and there is no settlement in Pingpeng.
The eldest son traveled far away, and his hometown was separated from Linlu.
Tangcheng
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The back of Guotang is shaded by white grass, and the green river road overlooks the green suburbs.
The leaves of the alder forest block the sun and wind, and the bamboos and smoke drop on their tips.
Bamboo
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The green bamboo half contains the casing, and the new shoots have just emerged from the wall.
The color invades the book at night, and it is hidden in the wine.
The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance.
But if there is no cutting, you will see Fuyun Chang.
Poem of Eating Bamboo Shoots
Tang Dynasty·Bai Juyi
This is the hometown of bamboo, and the valley is full of spring bamboo shoots;
The mountain man folds the bamboo shoots, Come to the morning market.
Zhuli
Qing Dynasty·Pu Songling
You love this gentleman so much that he scratches his fingers in the sky.
When the time comes for Zi You, you love him so much. Happy to have a wise master.
Excerpted from "Liao Zhai Poems"
Ode to Bamboo
Wu Changshuo of the Qing Dynasty
There are often eight delicacies among the guests, even in the mountains and wild fields Fragrant bamboo shoots.
After sending Yuandang, I will feel melancholy alone. When will I go back to see the new bamboo?
Bamboo and Stone
Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty
Stand firmly on the green mountains and never relax, the roots are still in the broken rocks;
Stand strong despite repeated hardships Jin, let the wind blow from east to west, north and south.
Chang Bamboo
Tang Dynasty·Chen Tao
The blue and green brooms are the ancestors of the emperor, and the green and high branches are reminiscent of Cai Yong.
Long listening to the windy and rainy night in South Park, I am afraid that the scales and armor will grow like a dragon.
Bamboo and Stone
Qing Dynasty·Zheng Banqiao
Light smoke and ancient ink criss-cross, writing half of this gentleman,
No need to report safety, high integrity Qingfeng has seen.
I tell you to return home and draw bamboos to say goodbye to the gentlemen and people of Weixian County
Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty
Throw away the black gauze and refuse to be an official, the bag is rustling and the sleeves are cold;
Write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind.
Ode to Bamboo
Ming Dynasty·Chen Lianggui
If you ask carefully about bamboo chopsticks, you will taste the sweetness and bitterness first;
It tastes good to others, but you are empty. Come and go.
Excerpted from "Health News" 1989.7.1
Ode to Bamboo
Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian
Bamboo shoots only produce yellow horns and fern buds The first child’s boxing.
Try to find wild vegetables and cook fragrant rice, it is February in the south of the Yangtze River.
Imitate the body of Li Aishan’s predecessor
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
How can the autumn wind find itself in the bamboo and Wuli;
A piece of Wuyin , where does the sound of autumn sound?
This work was donated in vain by the Hexue envoy Yu Dianyuan
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
For ten years, he was a painter in Yangzhou, and he replaced rouge with ocher ink.
It is written that bamboo and cypress have no color, and they are sold out of season with the east wind.
The painting of bamboo in the Weixian County Department is presented to the Nian Bo Bao Dazhong Chengkuo
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
Lying in the Yazhai and listening to the bamboos Xiao Xiao, it is suspected that it is the suffering of the people Sound;
These little officials in Caozhou County are always caring about each branch and leaf.
Fence Bamboo
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
A vast expanse of lush greenery, why bother with Jingqi to protect the bamboo?
Still using bamboo as a barrier, asking for help from others is not as good as asking for yourself.
Bamboo
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
The whole world loves to plant flowers, but I only plant bamboo.
The frost and snow are all over the garden, sprinkled with flowers. Then the new green shines.
It snowed all night in Youhuang, and the sparse shadows lost their green color.
Don’t be blown away by the wind, and the exquisite empty jade will be broken into pieces.
Bamboo
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves;
If I don’t bloom, I will avoid Flirting with bees and butterflies.
Inscribed painting
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
One bamboo, one orchid and one stone, with joints, fragrance and bones,
The whole hall is filled with gentlemen The wind, the eternal green color.
There are orchids, bamboos and stones, there are joints, fragrance and bones.
Let him go against the wind and frost, and there will be news of the spring breeze.
Painting
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
A strong wind blew backwards, and the bamboo branches turned back and opened toward the sky.
Sweeping the clouds and fog is really my business, how can I bother to sweep the ground?
Painting
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
The autumn wind passed through Xiaoxiang last night, touching the rocks and going crazy through the forest;
Only the bamboo branches were muddy Don't be afraid, we can fight a thousand times.
Bamboo
(Ming Dynasty) Li Rihua
In the breeze, beside the water and clouds, not only willows sleep, but also bamboos sleep.
I bundled up ancient books to use as a pillow, and memorized the Yuandang chapter by heart in my dream.
Two Bamboo Shoots
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
Fresh bamboo shoots from the south of the Yangtze River are boiled with anchovies in the spring breeze in early March,
The chef will stop chopping all the food and leave the light to take photos and spread the book.
The bamboo shoots along the river are new in February, and every kitchen is peeling spring bamboo shoots.
I would like to create thousands of silk strips to weave a Xiang curtain to protect the beauty.
Inscribed paintings
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
The new bamboo branches are higher than the old bamboo branches, all relying on the support of the old poles;
There will be more next year The new ones are the ten-foot-long grandsons of the Phoenix Pond.
Painting
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
I have a hundred thousand rods in my heart, and I can fly and drip with ink.
As a phoenix or a dragon, I ascend to the nine heavens, and see the fresh green dyed all over the clouds.
Inscription:
(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao
A painting of a bamboo branch and a stone. The stone is one foot higher than the bamboo branch.
Although one foot makes him taller, next year I will see how powerful I am.
Two poems on bamboo paintings
(Qing Dynasty) Qiu Fengjia
(1)
How strong is the towering spirit? .
I have always been fascinated by the shadows of autumn.
(2)
This king is fully enlightened today.
Winds and rain shook the sky, and dragons were lying on empty mountains.
Excerpted from "The Essence of Qing Poetry"
Bamboo and Stone Scroll
(Qing Dynasty) Li Fangying
It is difficult to treat people with common diseases , Qibo Liangzhu is the most suitable.
I stopped writing when the ink was still wet, and the cool breeze had already purified the mud from my lungs and intestines.
Excerpted from "Annotations on Selected Poems on Paintings of Ancient Chinese Dynasties"
Ode to Bamboo
(Qing Dynasty) Ji Qiong
The wind comes with laughter, After the rain, it is as clean as a wash.
Sometimes the bright moon comes and casts its shadow in the high window.
Excerpted from "Queju Qianjiadai Calendar" in 1988
Ode to Bamboo
(Ming Dynasty) Li Rihua
The mist is filled with mist, the rain is dim, and the cliffs are steep. Rub your feet and loosen your lapel.
I remember that I sprinkled the gourd in the deep grass, and when I woke up drunk, I came out to look for it.
New Bamboo Shoots in Changgu North Garden·Four Poems
(Tang Dynasty) Li He
1.
The bamboo shoots down and the jade is cut with a long pole Open, you see the mother bamboo shoots are dragon material.
It is easier to pump a thousand feet in one night, but not to mention a few inches of mud in a pond.
2.
Cut out the green light and write Chu Ci, giving it the fragrance of spring, pink and black.
Who can see ruthlessness and hatred? The dew presses the smoke and cries of thousands of branches.
3.
There are two or three stems in Jiaquan’s stone eyes. At dawn, the purple root of the vagina is unfamiliar.
On the spring river of Shuiqu this year, the flute and flute are playing with new bamboos and green jade.
4.
The old bamboo shoots stir up the blue clouds, and the mausoleum returns and lies down lamenting the poverty.
The wind whistles across thousands of acres, and a heavy branch of black wood falls into the wine bottle.
Zhuli Pavilion
(Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly;
The people in the deep forest do not know, The bright moon comes to take a photo.
Inscribed to Liu Xiucai Hsinchu
(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu
The paths are jade-colored, 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?
Bamboo Cutting
(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu
The bamboo in the temple is dead, but the eunuch would rather stay.
The roots of frost gradually follow the axe, and the wind and jade still strike autumn.
Where can I send you a long-awaited guest from the south of the Yangtze River?
Excerpted from "Annotations to the Collected Poems of Fan Chuan"
Hsinchu
Liu Jian
Lying two or three clusters of bricks near the window, it is estimated that it will be quiet and secluded Don’t have any merit.
Shadows and fragments of broken gold first penetrate the sun, and the sound of knocking on cold jade shakes the wind.
The sky is full of blue smoke, and Concubine Mo Xinxiang’s tears are red.
Since Ziyou prefers bamboo, he is humble and high-minded in the snow and frost.
East Lake Hsinchu
Lu You
Insert thorns and fences to protect them and cultivate cold green ripples.
Autumn comes first as the breeze sweeps over the earth, and the red sun travels until noon.
The first time I heard the sound of rustling was the first time I untied the bamboo shoots, and the first time I saw the leaves were separated from the branches.
I want to come here frequently when I have free time, and I still follow my pillow mat wherever I go.
Two quatrains from Yunxi Guanzhu Opera Book
Lu You
The air is covered with ice and frost, and I see these immortals on the riverside.
The coldness penetrates directly into human muscles and bones, leaving no trace of dust at all.
The light of the stream and the sound of the bamboos are perfect for each other, and the bamboos become even more amazing when you walk to the bridge over the stream.
No matter how thin the meat is, one can endure ten years of hunger behind closed doors.
Excerpted from the first volume of "The Collected Poems of Lu You"
The first bamboo shoots are presented to the table
(Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin
Tender bamboo shoots with fragrant buds When I first came out of the forest, Wuling was worth as much as gold.
In the imperial capital, there are countless people on land and sea, can you bear to cut off Ling Yun even an inch of his heart?
Excerpted from the 1987 Ancient Poetry Calendar by Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House
Xiang Bamboo Ci
(Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin
Eternal Xiangjiang Bamboo. What's the point of endless regrets?
Bamboo shoots grow every year. There are just a lot of tears!
Rewarding people to look at bamboo after the rain
(Tang Dynasty) Xue Tao
When it rains in spring, it is like looking at the snow and frost.
All kinds of things are also luxuriant, and you should be humble and calm.
If Jinxian stays drunk for a long time, he will be sad with Concubine Shun early.
You can reward me in your later years, and you will be vigorous and energetic.
Zhuli Pavilion
(Tang Dynasty) Xue Tao
The four or five newly planted elements are lush and often bear the autumn frost.
For the sake of luck, the spring bamboo shoots break through the wall, and they are not allowed to cover the jade hall.
Excerpted from "Xue Tao's Poetry Notes"
Tingzhu
(Tang Dynasty) Liu Yuxi
The exposed polyester lead powder festival, the wind shakes the green jade branches .
Yiyi is like a gentleman, there is no place where he is not suitable.
I regret to take the root of the plant, but I want to learn from the phoenix.
(Poetry and Bamboo)
(Three Kingdoms) Guan Yu
Without thanks to Dongjun Yi, Danqing has its own name;
Don’t dislike the light arc leaves. It never withered.
Poetry Mystery
I think about the time when I lived in the mountains with green hair,
I attracted many poets and poets.
Since returning home, I have been through so many storms,
I have suffered so much torture. Until now,
It has become more green than yellow! Don’t mention it - mention it,
The rivers will be filled with tears!
Planting bamboo
(Tang Dynasty) Du Fu
This is because it blocks the sun and seeds, and the desire seems to be moved by the stream.
The shadows of the feather forest are visible, and the sparse smoke reveals their appearance.
On a cold rainy night, when the drums are beating in the evening breeze.
What year will come to my motherland? A branch will hang from the crown of dust.
Ink Bamboo Scroll
(Ming Dynasty) Xia Chang
I heard that the group was having sex in early summer, and I wrote about it and looked at it carefully.
I hope you can share the festival with an open mind and report peace every year.
Excerpted from "Selected Notes on Poems on Paintings in Chinese Dynasties"
Scroll on Orchid and Bamboo
(Ming Dynasty) Wen Peng
Half a Day at the West Window The rain comes in waves, and new shoots emerge from the short wall after the rain.
There are no traces of people flying on the dust, and the green shadow makes the windows cool at night.
Excerpted from "Appreciation of One Hundred Quatrains on Painting Poems"
Chen Tao. Tang (official 847-859). Songbo.
A native of Nanping, Fujian or Boyang, Jiangxi.
Inscribed on the purple bamboo of the monastery
I like to visit Jiaojing Temple. See Yanzhou Bamboo again.
Amidst the mist. The whistling wind is clear and fast.
One of the eleven bamboo poems
Never get tired of Dongxi Green Jade Lord. Two Phoenixes in the Temple of Heaven have time.
The peak of dawn looks like a fairyland. The green festival is densely leaning against Jiangyun.
Two of the eleven bamboo poems
Ten thousand branches are exposed in the morning to learn from Xiaoxiang. The lonely pavilion is white and cool.
Who knows that riding a dragon will prevent it from raining.
The spring thunder hits the ground and the horsewhip goes crazy.
Third of the Eleven Bamboo Poems
The whistle goes one mile into the new bamboo. Ten thousand poles are like urns locking dragons.
The Jadeite that shocked the nest is nowhere to be found. Leaning against the clouds, you can carve your name.
The Fourth of Eleven Bamboo Poems
Qinglan Broom Yasizu. Green is more reminiscent of Cai Yong.
Listen to the stormy night in Nanyuan. The fearful scales and armor are all dragons.
Fifth of the Eleven Bamboo Poems
The bursting jade is drawn to Diaoji. The green seedlings take off their rosy clothes again and again.
The mountain boy is like a green horse. Ride through the spring spring and fly with your hands.
Sixth of Eleven Bamboo Poems
The title must include a history of Langwu. A few drunken days in Yangsese Village, Shanshan.
The remaining ten thousand stems will be wiped out. Don't teach other birds to make trouble in Yunmen.
Seven of the Eleven Bamboo Poems
Spiritual flowers among mica in a stream. It seems to be at the house of a feudal lord.
Who knows the law of male and female? Zi Qiaodan's well is in the deep end.
Eight of the eleven bamboo poems
Purple rice smells good when swallows are young. Ye Xi shyly crossed the east wall.
Don’t twist it into bamboo shoots. Raise the phoenix from a high cage.
Nine of the eleven bamboo poems
One section calls for dragons and thousands of miles of autumn. A few knots hanging down the sea and six waves of sorrow.
Planted in front of the peak of Gengxu Waterfall. Yunlilan worked with Ziyou.
Ten of the Eleven Bamboo Poems
Who in Qiuhe talks about freshness? Quietly search for spring music and recognize Chanjuan.
I will treat Qingyao Jian as a minor killer. The picture says that the turtle and the fish go up to heaven.
Eleven of the eleven bamboo poems
The jade bushes are closed in the spring of Xuanpu. The first ancestor of Zhanyang is blue clouds.
No need to worry about the island. Today, Nanzhi is in national style.
Wang Anshi. Song Dynasty (1021-1086). The courtesy name is Jiefu, a native of Banshan,
Linchuan, Jiangxi.
Second rhyme Zhang Ziye Zhulin Temple Two of Two
The south of Jingxian City is hidden and reflected deeply, and the Zen forest is found where two cows are crowing.
The wind and spring hit the mourning jade across the room, and the bamboo and moon edges were covered with broken gold.
Zhuli
The bamboo woven thatch leans against stone roots, and the sparse bamboo stems can be seen in Qiancun.
No one comes when I sleep all day long, and the spring breeze sweeps the door.
He Geng Tian presented one of the four poems with a bamboo crown.
The bamboo root beads are better than the bamboo skin crown. If you want to wear it, you must first shorten the hair shaft.
To make the bamboo forest look green, don't hold a square hat to keep out the wind and cold.
He and Geng Tian presented two of the four poems with a bamboo crown.
Nothing can compare to this crown. The bamboo skin is soft, crisp and dry.
My old friend looked at the robe so fondly, how could I feel pity for Fan Shuhan?
He and Geng Tian presented three of the four poems with a bamboo crown.
Yu Run believed in the good crown, but he used his strength to dig out the fresh lines.
Don’t forget that your kindness will always come to you, so that the happy alliance will never end.
He and Geng Tian presented four of the four poems with a bamboo crown.
The new idea of ??crown work breaks the sandalwood, and the mist rolls and the clouds have not dried for a long time.
The relics of the mountain forest truly claim to be true, why should Diao Nuan be matched with Jin Han.
Bamboo windows
There are two or three red amaranths in the bamboo windows, and the mountains are far away from the water gate.
I am the only one who knows the path under the wall and can mark the moss marks on the teeth of my clogs.
The Jun Pavilion in Huazangyuan chants bamboo
A path that looks so forest has four poets sitting in the cold, how long will the lingering rhyme of the lingering shadow last?
People pity Zhijie who was born thin, but he is expected to become stronger as he gets older.
It once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia terrestris, and finally followed the pines and cypresses to the frost.
I hate to take the root of the plant, but I want to beg for mercy and learn from the phoenix.
Ciyun Zhangzi Yezhu Temple
The wind and spring collide with the mourning jade, and the bamboo and moon edges are covered with broken gold.
Tao Yuanming. Eastern Jin Dynasty (365-427). Qian, Yuan Liang.
A native of Jiujiang, Jiangxi.
Peach Garden Poetry
Xiang ordered to farm. The day comes from where you rest.
The mulberry and bamboo trees provide shade. Shuji can be made at any time.
Four of the five poems about returning to the garden and living in the fields
Wandering among the hills and ridges. People still live in the past.
Jing Heng has a legacy. The decaying mulberry and bamboo trees.
Two poems about ancient farmhouses at the beginning of spring in Guimao.
The cold bamboos are abandoned. The land is rare and the people are far away.
This is the Zhizhangweng. There is no return for a long time.
Return to the garden and live in the fields
There is a place where the well stove is left. Xiuzhu brings Pingjin.
Wang Zhenbai. Tang (Jinshi in 895). There is a way.
A native of Yongfeng, Jiangxi.
Bamboo washing
Taoist temple teaches a brief washing of bamboo. Play the piano, drink wine and watch Fu Shu.
If you don’t want to be strong, you will have two phoenixes. And use a long pole to catch giant fish.
The brocade silk and the crown add to the elegance. The jade buds repairing the food are called Qingxu.