The poem "Bamboo Cutting" by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty shows that the roots of frost gradually follow the axe, and the wind and jade still strike autumn.
Water Fairy, Ode to Bamboo, Yuan Ma Qianzhai
The chaste posture is not invaded by snow and frost,
It is easy to see the heart with straight knots and pavilions.
The wind and rain in Weichuan River sing in the clear pillow,
When the flowers bloom, there are phoenixes looking for them.
Wen Huzhou is a close friend.
Drunken by the wind in spring,
Yinging to the moon at night in autumn,
Dancing on the leisurely steps, broken shadows sift through gold.
Rewarding people to play with bamboo after the rain, by Xue Tao of the Tang Dynasty
When it rains in the south in spring,
I appreciate the beauty of the snow and frost.
All kinds of things are also luxuriant,
An open mind can hold oneself in check.
Leave Jin Xian drunk for a long time,
In the morning, I will accompany Concubine Shun in sorrow.
You can reward me in your later years,
You are vigorous and energetic.
Ode to Bamboo in Yan Zheng’s Mansion Du Fu, Tang Dynasty
The green bamboo half contains the bamboo basket,
The new shoots have just emerged from the wall.
The color invades the book at night,
The wine bottle is cool in the shade.
The rain is trickling clean,
The wind is blowing the fragrance.
But there is no cutting,
I will see the clouds growing.
Yu Qianseng Luyunxuan Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
You can eat without meat,
You cannot live without bamboo.
No meat makes you thin,
No bamboo makes you vulgar.
Those who are thin can still gain weight.
It is not curable by lay people.
Others laugh at this statement,
It seems high but also foolish.
If you still chew on this.
There is no Yangzhou crane in the world.
Bamboo, Tang Dynasty, 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 constrain 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.
Yong Shilitang Jiangdian Water Pavilion in front of the bamboo forest Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty
As soon as I saw this gentleman.
A deserted village is not a village.
The setting sun and the pen.
The soul of the bird lives in the bird.
There is no way to think of others,
Poetry is full of sorrow.
Ask him: "Can you drink it?"
--Put the wine in a glass of frost.
Hehuangmen Lu Shiyu Yingzhu, Tang Dynasty Zhang Jiuling
Clearly cut the purple garden hanging,
Weiling prevents the branches from being exposed.
The color is not mysterious but changes,
The sound is beneficial when the wind blows.
People with high integrity respect each other,
Be humble and know the world.
The Phoenix Emperor is delicious,
it comes and goes.
The Song of Painting Bamboo with Preface by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Xiao Yue, the Xielu Lang, was good at painting bamboo, but he was unrivaled in doing so. Xiao Yi is very secretive, and there are people who ask for a pole or branch all year round but can't get it. Knowing that God has good things to do, he suddenly wrote down 15 poles, and Hui Ran saw the investment. I express my sincerity in my thoughts and my skills so much that I can't reply, so I compose a song to repay my gratitude. There are one hundred and eighty-six words in it.
Bamboo is difficult to describe among plants, and there is nothing like it in paintings in ancient and modern times.
Xiao Lang’s writing is unique and lifelike, and he is the only one in the history of painting.
People paint the bamboo body as fat and swollen, while Xiao paints the stem as thin and gnarled.
People paint bamboo shoots with dead and drooping leaves, while Xiao paints branches with moving leaves.
Grown from ideas without roots, grown from pen without shoots.
On the bank of the wild pond, there are two thick bushes with fifteen stems.
Chanjuan still retains her beauty, while Xiao Sa retains her romantic charm.
When I raised my head, it suddenly didn’t look like a painting. I lowered my ears and listened quietly for suspicious sounds.
The seven stems of the Western Cong are strong and healthy, and can be seen on the stone in front of Tianzhu Temple.
The eight stems of the eastern bush are sparse and cold. I recall watching them in the rain in the temple of Concubine Zeng Xiang.
The quiet posture is far away and I miss the few people leaving. I look at the empty space with you and sigh.
Xiao Lang Xiao Lang is old, his hands are trembling, his eyes are dizzy and his head is as white as snow.
When I say that this is my last work, it is especially rare to write it now.
Hou Yuanjiu has a vision for the newly planted bamboo
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
I first met you ten years ago.
The autumn bamboo pole was solitary and straighter than yours.
When the center is united, external affairs are endless.
***Bamboo protects the heart of autumn and cannot be invaded by wind and frost.
I dislike the sycamore tree at first, but change its color first in autumn.
If you don’t love willow branches, they will be weak when spring comes.
After I took pity on you, I saw the bamboo growing and remembered each other.
My longing was in front of my eyes, so I planted it on the side of the courtyard.
Where are we now? You are in the south and I am in the north.
I recite the poem I gave you, and I feel sorry for you.
Planting bamboo by Du Mu, Tang Dynasty
It was originally planted to cover the sun, but
it seems to have been moved by the stream.
The shadows of the feather forest are vivid,
The sparse smoke reveals the appearance.
On a cold and rainy night,
When the evening wind blows.
When will my motherland arrive?
A branch will hang from the crown of dust.
Bamboo, Tang Dynasty, Jia Island
Outside the fence, the clear shade connects to the medicine fence,
The dawn breeze blows against the green jade.
After the death of Zi You, I had few close friends.
The frost on the pink festival day is full of frost and cold weather.
New Bamboo Shoots in the North Garden of Changgu, one of the four poems by Li He of the Tang Dynasty
The bamboo shoots fall on the long pole and the jade is opened,
You see that the mother bamboo shoots are dragon wood.
It is easier to draw a thousand feet in one night,
But there are only a few inches of mud in the pond.
In Weixian County, the painting of bamboo is presented to the Nian Bo Bao Dazhong Prime Minister Kuo Qing Zheng Xie
I lay in the Yazhai and listened to the rustling bamboo,
It is suspected to be the sound of people's suffering ;
Some of my fellow Caozhou county officials.
Every branch and leaf is always related to love.
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By the way, the original poster made a big statement, and no one can guarantee that all the letters will be received.
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