Hong Sheng of the Qing Dynasty: A branch of mottled bamboo sheds thousands of tears, and the misty rain in the Xiangjiang River does not know the spring.
Gao Pian of the Tang Dynasty: When the flying flowers come into the house, I sit and watch the green bamboo blooming among the branches.
Wei Yuan of the Qing Dynasty: The frost-covered bamboo arrows are proud of the snowy plum blossoms, competing with the heaven and earth for the return of spring.
Water is my friend because of its light nature, and bamboo is my teacher when it relieves the guilty conscience.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty: The new pine tree hates not being a thousand feet high, and the evil bamboo tree needs to be cut down from ten thousand poles.