The poem about bamboo in the branch is 1. Poems about bamboo
Bamboo Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie) is one section after another, with thousands of branches and thousands of leaves.
I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies. Zhu Zheng Banqiao insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks; After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Weixian has a history of bamboo painting for one year. Bao Dazhong lies in a spacious (clear) elegant room and listens to Xiao Zhu Xiao, which is suspected to be the voice of the people's sufferings; Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings. Hedgerow Bamboo (Clear) Zheng Banqiao is a green place, so why bother to protect bamboo? It is better to use bamboo as a fence than to ask for help.
Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao liked to grow flowers all over the world. The old man only planted bamboo, and all the frost and snow in the court were cleared away, but it glowed with new green. After a quiet night of snow, the shadow is green, don't be blown away by the wind, it's exquisite and broken.
Inscription painting (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao has a bamboo, an orchid and a stone, which is full of gentleman's wind and eternal green. There are orchids, bamboos, stones, knots, incense and bones. Let him go against the wind and have his own spring news.
Inscription (Qing) A gust of wind rolled back and the bamboo branches were in the air. It's really my business to sweep the clouds and fog. I can't just sweep the floor.
Inscription (Qing) Autumn wind passed Xiaoxiang last night, and once touched the stone over the forest; Only bamboo branches are not afraid, but they have fought for 1000 games. Inscription painting (Qing) Zheng Banqiao Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all supported by the old poles; New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
Inscription (clear) I have 100 thousand rods in my chest, and I can fly into drops of ink later. For the phoenix, for the dragon, for nine days, I dyed the clouds to see the new green.
Inscription (Qing) Zheng Banqiao drew a bamboo stick with a stone, which is one foot higher than the bamboo stick. Although one foot makes him taller, watch me lift next year.
Zhu light smoke, write half a gentleman, no need to report peace, high-spirited. Painting bamboo is a gentleman in wei county, Minqing, Zheng Banqiao. He throws black gauze and is not an official. His sleeves are cold. Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.
Painting bamboo and Zheng Banqiao, making green hills grow, thinning branches and thin stems, failed to achieve the goal. Next year, a hundred-legged dragon and grandson will send it, fearing that the castle peak will not be as good as it is.
Painting Bamboo Zheng Banqiao has been painting bamboo for forty years, writing during the day and thinking at night. Redundant and thin, painting is born and familiar.
At the beginning of the Ting Dynasty (Tang Dynasty), Liu Yuxi exposed the lead powder festival, and the wind shook the sapphire branches. Yiyi is like a gentleman, and there is nothing wrong with her.
I'm tired of rooted plants. I want to learn from Phoenix. Zhu Shizhou (Qing Dynasty) It is difficult for Li people to get sick, and bamboo is the best prescription.
Before the ink method is dry, the breeze has cleared the lungs and intestines. Zhu Yong Yang Wanli Pine Forest first frost Festival.
Repair jade snow. There is nothing to talk about.
The moon is vivid. Countless bamboo shoots grow all over the forest, and Chai Men secretly protects pedestrians.
Meeting must be made of bamboo, and guests will never be greeted with anger. -Tang Du Fu's "Ode to Spring Bamboo Shoots" The bamboo is half-covered, and the new buds are out of the wall.
The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. -Tang Du Fu's "Singing Bamboo" would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo.
No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable.
Song. Su Shi's Yu Qian and Shang Lu titled My friend Liang Tiejun's Chivalrous Painted Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Kang Youwei had a Lingyun Festival, but he was still self-sustaining. The north wind is often cold, and the autumn wind is inseparable.
The leaves are still strong, but the soft branches are not blown. I am only bored with literature and can, and my portrayal is particularly dripping.
The origin of bamboo strength lacks auspicious similarities, but the painter is skilled and difficult to work. Look carefully at the west wind last night, if you don't go east today.
Xu Mingwei's wind bamboo leaves are thin and sparse; Snow is unbreakable, and wind is unbreakable. -Clear. Zheng Banqiao's "On the Ink Bamboo Map" was born after the rain, and the phoenix tail swayed before the wind; A guilty conscience is deeply rooted, which means that the sun will shine.
-Qing Dai Xi's "Painting Bamboo" stayed in the mountains and the moon, and the bamboo in Juanjuan was twice as beautiful. Empty and bright is a difficult task, but cold and blue are common and can be cured.
-Clear. Wang Mulan's "The Moon Beyond the Mangosteen" has a different day in Cui Yong and Wei Qing. In twos and threes, the lotus hoe was gone, and the rice was full of bamboo shoots and soup was fresh.
-Clear. Wang Mulan's "Shimen Zhi Zhu Ci" has a bamboo style in Tang Wei, which is close to the pool and as 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.
In the Song Dynasty, the land traveled to the East Lake, and Hsinchu inserted spines to sweep the fence, repairing a cold and blue reflection. The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.
At the beginning of the solution, Ye Er suddenly parted. Back in my spare time, I often come here. At that time, I took my pillow and bamboo mat with me and slept well.
The two quatrains in Yunxi Guanzhu written by Lu You in Song Dynasty are full of ice and frost. Look at this fairy column by the river. The cold goes straight into the bones, and there is no dust to live in.
The sound of light bamboo in the stream is appropriate, and the bamboo in the stream bridge is more strange. In this respect, you can starve for ten years behind closed doors without being thin.
Hsinchu is in Tang Changgu North Park? Four long poles cut the jade. You see that the mother bamboo shoots are made of dragon material. It's better to smoke thousands of feet overnight, but don't pour a few inches of mud into the pond.
Taking advantage of the green light to write Chu ci, giving fragrance to spring powder and black parting. Who is ruthless and who is hateful? Exposed smoke cries thousands of cigarettes.
There are two or three stems in the stone eye of Jiaquan, and the purple root is strange to me. On Shuiquchunjiang this year, the flute is newly dialed.
Old bamboo shoots provoke Yun Lan, while Maoling lies in poverty. The wind blows a thousand acres against the wind, and the black weight is added to the wine bottle.
In the Qing Dynasty, Zheng Banqiao painted a bamboo, an orchid and a stone, with a knot, fragrance and bones, which was a gentleman's style in the hall and was green through the ages. There are orchids, bamboos, stones, knots, incense and bones. Let him go against the wind and have his own spring news.
I had 100,000 inscriptions by Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty, and I flew into the ink in a moment. For the phoenix, for the dragon, for nine days, I dyed the clouds to see the new green.
Zheng Banqiao in Qing Dynasty drew a bamboo stick with a stone, which was one foot higher than the bamboo stick. Although one foot makes him taller, watch me lift next year.
In Qing Dynasty, the hedgerows in Zheng Banqiao were green and shady, so why bother to protect them? It is better to use bamboo as a fence than to ask for help. Bamboo in Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty, the whole world loved to grow flowers, but the old people only planted bamboo. It was full of frost and snow, but it was new green.
After a quiet night of snow, the shadow is green, don't be blown away by the wind, it's exquisite and broken. In the Qing Dynasty, Feng Jia talked about two bamboos and held his breath, holding He Junming in the majestic festival.
See things all my life, alone in the shadow of autumn. Today, this gentleman feels great.
The wind and rain shake the sky, and the empty mountain lies alone. In the Ming Dynasty, the bamboo wind in Li Rihua was beside a bed of Shui Yunjian. Not only the willow slept, but also the bamboo slept.
Tie ancient books into pillows and recite the poems in your dreams. Song, Xie and Hui Zhun sent bamboo shoots from a new cold forest genus. They were happy to see the difference in white.
Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture. In the Song Dynasty, Huang Tingjian recited the scriptures and gave birth to yellow calves, and fern buds began to grow children's fists.
Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in Jiangnan. In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, a bunch of bamboos in front of Xie Tiao's On Bamboo Poetry was unique with its unique green expression.
The southern branches cross the northern leaves, and the new bamboo is mixed with the old branches. The moonlight is already thick, and the wind is coming and going.
It doesn't matter whether you fly or not.
2. Ancient poems about bamboo poems
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. -"Bamboo Stone" Xie
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
I will come out again the next year and grow taller. -"Bamboo Stone" Xie
Bamboo shadow poetry is thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams.
The poor moon won't go down to the west wing tonight. -"Jueju" Wang Yuan listens to you
When they started planting bamboo, they used their spines to form a fence, carefully protecting the growth of Hsinchu, which was shaded by trees and rippled in the water.
The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.
When the shells of bamboo shoots fall off, they hear rustling sound, bamboo jointing stage, sparse and sparse appearance.
Back in my spare time, I often come here. At that time, I took my pillow and bamboo mat with me and slept well. -"East Lake Hsinchu" Song Luyou
3. Poems about bamboo
Bamboo's poem:
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. -Zheng Xie's Hsinchu
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. -Wang Wei's bamboo house
Bamboo branches, bamboo branches, tears of acacia sustenance. -Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branches"
What night is there no moonlight? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us. -Su Shi's Night Tour in Chengtian Temple/Chengtian Night Tour
The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest. -wujun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
Gai Chaifei, thank him for accompanying me to my cold study. -Shen Zijin's Jade Furong Rain Window Xiao Yong
With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. -Li Yu's Yu Meiren, the wind returns to the yard, and the courtyard is lush.
Our single lamp shines through cold and wet, wet bamboo and dark floating smoke. -Si Kongshu's "Yunyang Inn Don't Shen Han"
4. Poems and ancient poems describing bamboo
1 later, in the Millennium, bamboo opposed xiang yuan. I want to know ChristianRandPhillips's resentment, and the branches are full of tears. -"Spotted Bamboo"
2, Jingzhao Xiaozhai is wide, and the court is half poisonous. European fragrant tea is tender in color, and the window is cold and the bamboo is dry. -"Zhu Zhai in the backyard of the autumn meeting"
3, Cangwu does not return, Dongting stays in Jing. After Ba people sang bamboo sticks at night, the sounds of heartbroken apes faded. -"Zhuzhiqu"
4. You must be a few drunken Yangshan villages on the dock in history. Keep ten thousand stems will sweep off, don't teach any birds to disturb the cloud gate. -"Eleven Bamboo Songs Sixth"
5, the house is surrounded by fences, and ten acres are idle and half a pool. I slept by the window when I was full, and I walked alone in the forest with light steps. -"Bamboo Works on the Pool"
6, the tree is full of clouds and leaves, and the king and grandson are tired of planting in full court. No one has ever seen Shuang Ling. He treats feng lai humbly all day. Who can add romance, who can sing and who can feel sorry for themselves? There are many idle places everywhere in Zhumen, but the shade is shifted and the moss is covered. -Bamboo
5. Poems or inscriptions praising bamboo, about bamboo.
Zhu Yong
Song wentong
(It suddenly occurred to me that I had made this poem by repairing bamboo in my hometown)
Bamboo was built around Dongxi in the old garden, accounting for ten thousand pieces of water and sand.
I didn't get it when I took the official road. This gentleman should be blamed for coming back late.
A kind of bamboo
Tang jianxun
Joan's day was full of wind, and she forgot to go back for sex.
The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows.
Excerpts from poems about things.
jasmine
Tang Lizhong
Occasionally, I moved from a monastery on the mountain to build bricks.
The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come.
Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.
The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly.
A kind of bamboo
Tangzhenggu
Suitable for smoke, rain and wind, but loose when hidden in water.
Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker.
The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.
Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together.
A kind of bamboo
Tang Wei style
Bamboo, beside the pool, 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.
Excerpted from issue 2 1-30, ancient and modern, at home and abroad.
Looking for Mianzhu from Xu Wei
Don du fu
Huaxuan love, Mianzhu graceful and restrained, high county.
There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling.
A kind of bamboo
Don du fu
The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.
Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine.
The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.
Julie
Qingpu Songling
I especially love this gentleman, scratching my edge and brushing my days.
When my son arrived, he was very happy with his master.
Excerpt from Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio
Zhu Yong
Wu Qin Chang Shuo
There are always eight treasures among the guests, which are as fragrant as wild bamboo shoots in the mountains.
Send me a message, and I will feel lonely. When shall I go back to see my new wife?
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Changzhu
Don
Jerry's ancestors were swept by the blue haze, and Cai Yong was recalled by the green branches.
After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons.
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Light smoke Gu Mo, write half of this gentleman,
There is no need to report peace, you have seen strong winds.
Tell me to go back to Li, draw bamboo and bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.
Zheng Qing Banqiao
If you don't lose your black veil, your sleeves will get cold;
Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.
bright red
Beam gauge
Ask the bamboo stick frequently and taste it first;
He is kind to others and is busy when he is free.
Excerpt from Health News 1989.7. 1
Zhu Yong
Huang Songting Jian
Bamboo shoots have small yellow horns, and fern buds have children's fists.
Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in Jiangnan.
A kind of bamboo
Tangzhenggu
Suitable for smoke, rain and wind, but loose when hidden in water.
Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker.
The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.
Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together.
A kind of bamboo
Tang Wei style
Bamboo, beside the pool, 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.
Excerpted from issue 2 1-30, ancient and modern, at home and abroad.
Looking for Mianzhu from Xu Wei
Don du fu
Huaxuan love, Mianzhu graceful and restrained, high county.
There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling.
6. Poems about bamboo
Bamboo: Ode to Bamboo and Wentong in Song Dynasty (I suddenly remembered that I wrote this poem while studying bamboo in my hometown). Bamboo in my hometown circles around Dongxi, occupying 10,000 pieces of water and sand.
I didn't get it when I took the official road. This gentleman should be blamed for coming back late. Excerpted from "132 painter in China", Song Huichong, a small well by the river, has a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the river water warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck. Among many bamboo shoots, songs and kings, the Spring Cup was found alone.
Rhinoceros is covered with brocade. Tian Wen died, and all the guests and friends left.
Throw three turtle shells. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events. Xie Zhongxing Liu, Song Zhuzi sent a new bamboo shoot from Hanlin, and he was pleased to see the white unevenness.
Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, I wish Tang Li Jianxun a branch that blew the old wind on Qiong Festival and forgot to go back when making love.
The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, Jong Li of Tingchutang accidentally moved to a nearby building from a Buddhist temple in the mountains for planting.
The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come. Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.
The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly. Bamboo drum is suitable for smoke, rain and wind. It is loose when it is hidden in water.
Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker. The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.
Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together. Bamboo Tang Wei style bamboo, near the pool, 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. Excerpted from 2 1-30 at home and abroad, Mianzhu Tang Du Fu Huaxuan arrived in the following year, and Mianzhu Tingting left the county.
There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling. Message to Tang Du Fu, Jiangwai Caotang. I am a natural person, and I want to escape from nature.
If you are addicted to alcohol and love the wind and bamboo, you will have nymphs. Hengyang Road, Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty, the second best Song Dynasty, and the pig with broken hedges burst open.
Empty mangosteen roof and swallows. Send a few miles to Hejiang, send Yang Shangqing's generals and Song Fan Chengda, saying that they are satisfied with leaving sorrow, and they only shed tears without words.
The bamboo forest at the stern covers counties and cities, so the old man still stands on his own feet. I will bid farewell to Wuxia and give it to Nanqing's brother Xiangxi Orchard. Forty acres will be made of Tang Du Fu's moss and bamboo, which will be flat and uncertain.
Travel far, the eldest son, the son will not be in the forest. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu in Tang Cheng became a green grass, and Lujiang Road became familiar with the green fields.
Castanopsis kawakamii forest prevents the wind from blowing leaves, cage bamboo and cigarettes from dripping. In the bamboo pond, Du Fu's green bamboo is half-hidden, and new buds are out of the wall.
Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. Bai Juyi, a Tang poet who eats bamboo shoots, is a bamboo town with bamboo shoots all over the valley; Fu Shan folded up the rest and took it to the morning market.
Zhu Liqing Pu Songling is particularly fond of this gentleman. He scratched his side and blew into the sky. My son is here, and he likes his master very much. From Poem of Lonely Studio, Wu Changshuo often has eight treasures, which are as fragrant as wild bamboo shoots in the mountains.
Send me a message, and I will feel lonely. When shall I go back to see my new wife? Zhu Zheng Banqiao insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks; After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Long bamboo poles and blue brooms are Jerry's ancestors, and the green and damp and lofty branches recall Cai Yong. After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons.
Zhu light smoke, write half a gentleman, no need to report peace, high-spirited. When I was told to go back to Li, I drew bamboo, bid farewell to Mr. wei county in Minqing, and threw it away as an official, leaving my sleeves cold; Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.
Ode to bamboo, Liang diligently asked the bamboo stick and tasted it first; He is kind to others and is busy when he is free. The bamboo shoots taken from Health News 1989.7. 1 Zhu Yong Huangsongting Stream only gave birth to yellow calf horns, and fern buds began to grow children's fists.
Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in Jiangnan. Bamboo praises Wen Tong (suddenly recalling that my hometown was built for this poem). Bamboo built around things in my hometown occupies 10,000 pieces of water and sand.
I didn't get it when I took the official road. This gentleman should be blamed for coming back late. Excerpted from "132 painter in China", Song Huichong, a small well by the river, has a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the river water warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck. Among many bamboo shoots, songs and kings, the Spring Cup was found alone.
Rhinoceros is covered with brocade. Tian Wen died, and all the guests and friends left.
Throw three turtle shells. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events. Xie Zhongxing Liu, Song Zhuzi sent a new bamboo shoot from Hanlin, and he was pleased to see the white unevenness.
Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, I wish Tang Li Jianxun a branch that blew the old wind on Qiong Festival and forgot to go back when making love.
The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, Jong Li of Tingchutang accidentally moved to a nearby building from a Buddhist temple in the mountains for planting.
The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come. Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.
The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly. Bamboo drum is suitable for smoke, rain and wind. It is loose when it is hidden in water.
Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker. The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.
Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together. Bamboo Tang Wei style bamboo, near the pool, 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. Excerpted from 2 1-30 at home and abroad, Mianzhu Tang Du Fu Huaxuan arrived in the following year, and Mianzhu Tingting left the county.
There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling. Message to Tang Du Fu, Jiangwai Caotang. I am a natural person, and I want to escape from nature.
If you are addicted to alcohol and love the wind and bamboo, you will have nymphs. Hengyang Road, Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty, the second best Song Dynasty, and the pig with broken hedges burst open.
Empty mangosteen roof and swallows. Send a few miles to Hejiang, send Yang Shangqing's generals and Song Fan Chengda, saying that they are satisfied with leaving sorrow, and they only shed tears without words.
The bamboo forest at the stern covers counties and cities, so the old man still stands on his own feet. I will bid farewell to Wuxia and give it to Nanqing's brother Xiangxi Orchard. Forty acres will be made of Tang Du Fu's moss and bamboo, which will be flat and uncertain.
Travel far, the eldest son, the son will not be in the forest. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu in Tang Cheng became a green grass, and Lujiang Road became familiar with the green fields.
Castanopsis kawakamii forest prevents the wind from blowing leaves, cage bamboo and cigarettes from dripping. In the bamboo pond, Du Fu's green bamboo is half-hidden, and new buds are out of the wall.
Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. Bai Juyi, a Tang poet who eats bamboo shoots, is a bamboo town with bamboo shoots all over the valley; Fu Shan folded up the rest and took it to the morning market.
Zhu Liqing Pu Songling is particularly fond of this gentleman. He scratched his side and blew into the sky. My son is here, and he likes his master very much. Excerpted from Poems of Lonely Studio, there are often eight treasures in Wu Changshuo's poems, which are related to Shanjia.