1. Bu Suanzi·The wind blows from the bamboo branches after the snow
(Song Dynasty) Chen Sanpin
The wind blows from the bamboo branches after the snow, and the wind wakes me up from my drunken dreams.
The thin and cold steps are full of spring, with the shadow of plum blossoms in the pale moon.
The windlass outside the door is cold, and the golden well is noisy at dawn.
Who is playing the flute and leaning against the building? The jade finger is cold in front of the wind.
2. Watching Bamboo on a Snowy Night
(Song Dynasty) Wang Yucheng
The dream breaks through the idle window, half drunk, and the moonlight is covered with thin snow.
Mo said that he was free from official duties and saw this gentleman in his clothes all night.
3. The garden bamboos were broken by heavy snow
(Song Dynasty) Strong to
The dew leaves smoke slightly brushed the grass pavilion, and the green Qiu shape was upside down in the snow.
Leave the place to decide and play the music, and don’t listen to other people’s opinions to complete the project.
But I am afraid that I will look like a wanderer, if I am a gardener to help him up.
Several acres of lonely and windy land, it will be difficult to wake up from the hangover.
4. Picture of Plum and Bamboo in the Snow
(Song Dynasty) Jiaxuan Weng
Brother Mei is my friendly friend, and my bamboo friend travels in the valley of my forest.
Green is not stained by dust, but Haohao is willing to be with red and purple.
Farewell to the end of the world. In the past few years, the bosses have grown old after meeting each other.
The jade dragon empties its emptiness and spreads its scales, and the goddess of heaven wears a ring of silver and gold.
In ancient times, integrity is always with you, and who can help you with your strictness and righteousness?
Children, don’t look at things like flying catkins, for your Taoist eyes cannot be filled with empty flowers.
When two people meet like flowers and catkins, it is almost impossible for man to make a perfect match.
The delicate birds praise their beautiful colors, but their weak feathers cannot withstand the cold wind.
Don’t follow the same generation as the flock of ducks in the land that is the size of a southern branch.
Who painted with such skillful positioning that I could sit opposite and relieve my worries.
But everything has changed, but the old friends in life are still there.
The man in the silk robe still longs to see Uncle Fan, and the remaining man in the snow hall wants to repair it in Yuan Dynasty.
Therefore, the mountain has its own place of retreat, and the mountains and plains become forests and snow becomes docks.
I will see your true face. I will walk in the snow on the west bank of the West Lake to find my old friend.