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.
However, without cutting, I will meet the clouds.
A kind of bamboo
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
The whole world loves to grow flowers, but the old people only grow bamboo.
Frost and snow move to court, and new green is released.
After a quiet snowy night, the shadow lost its green color.
Don't be blown away by the wind.
Zhu Yong (Qi Xie Article)
A clump of bamboo in front of the window is green and unique.
The southern branches cross the northern leaves, and the new bamboo is mixed with the old branches.
The moonlight is dense and windy.
It doesn't matter if you fly, but you can watch it alone.
But I hate following the trend, and my roots grow apart.
Zhu (Liang. Liu Xiaoxian)
Bamboo is born in the wild, and clouds are everywhere.
No one appreciates noble morality, but he is self-loyal.
ChristianRandPhillips's tears are shameful, and Qin Gong is shameful.
Everyone who makes flutes should spit dragons.
Endowed with tender bamboo in front of the stage (Chen. Zhang)
Cui Yun clouds cluster himself, light flowers and tender bamboo shoots want to fly in the air.
Build by laying bricks or stones bent branches repeatedly solve, steps to disperse the wind in Ye Qiang.
Want to know where to hold the dragon, it should be in the middle of the mountain road.
Zhu Yong (Tang Liqiao)
Shan Juan is full of enthusiasm in the Chu River with high terrain.
White flowers shake the wind shadow, and green knots move the dragon text.
Leaves sweep the southeast sky, branches carry the northwest clouds.
Who knows Xiang Shui, crying alone and thinking of you.
More than 100 poems by Zhai Jun on planting bamboo are left (Tang Linghu Chu)
Zhai Juzhi's bamboo north window, the plain wall is newly reflected.
The green one is close to the drug delivery place, and the shade is deep in front of the sleeping curtain.
The wind startled the leaves like rain, and the moon passed the branches like smoke.
Lao Tzu recalled that his heart was hanging, and he retired from public office to meditate.
In autumn, Baisha Pavilion faces bamboo (Don Xu Hun)
Mix lingxue frost is thick green but different from Hunan.
The thin shadow of the moon moved to the wall, cold and windy.
The roller blinds fall earlier and the high pillows are longer at night.
Suddenly, I remembered Xiqin Road. It's very cold in Wan 'an today.
The first time you eat bamboo shoots, you are in the middle (Tang. Li Shangyin)
When the tender and fragrant buds first came out of the forest, the price of Yuling was as heavy as gold.
The emperor's capital, land and sea, should be countless. He forbeared to cut an inch of gold from Lingyun.
Zhu Yong (Tang Zhenggu)
Suitable for smoke, rain and wind. After hiding water in the village, it becomes loose.
Move Xiao Sao away from the temple and see Qianfeng.
The invading moss decomposes and the spring buds bloom, and the winding path is slightly covered by summer.
Strange apricot blossoms are affectionate, and several branches are in harmony.
Zhufeng (Tang)
Bamboo reflects the wind window several times, which makes people worry about it.
I had a dream of rivers and lakes at night, all of which were dry as flowers.
Chunshan Zhongzhu (Tang Peishuo)
The number of rods is green dragon-shaped, so students need to be taught steep pull here.
Infinite wildflowers can't bloom, and the cool colors in the Mid-Levels compete with spring.
Zhu Yong (Don Zhang Bi)
The trees are full of clouds of tobacco leaves, and Wang Sun never tires of seeing them, pushing and shoving in the 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, just to move the clouds and caress the green moss.
Shuangjun Pavilion (Su Songshi)
Xie can't help herself, and ChanJuan has been in a cold attitude for many years.
To see the significance of first frost, we must wait until the autumn wind falls.
Fu Du is in the garden (Zhe)
Bamboo is not born in cold areas, although it often gets sick.
Roots are deeply rooted and secluded, and leaves are fierce.
ChanJuan snow posture, scattered wind and shadow.
Prosperity sees loneliness, and one enemy is a thousand hectares.
Reminiscent of the river, the cliff is a forest.
If there is no wind, it will drift, and the policy sounds barren.
Hsinchu (Song Yang Wanli)
The east wind makes up the mountain, and the jade pole is blown overnight.
Half-naked and half-naked, Qilong is afraid of the cold spring.
Yongdong Lake Hsinchu (Song Dynasty. Lu you)
Insert thorns, weave fences to protect them and cultivate a cold 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.
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.
(yuan. Zhenwu)
Wild bamboo Wild bamboo is absolutely lovely, and its branches and leaves are sparse and true.
Throughout his life, he stayed away from Jing Zhen, walked on the cliff and wore stones.
Hold mountains and rivers with an open mind, and chat with Bai Yue in the breeze.
What will happen to thousands of feet? Weichuan Bridge is windy and smoky.
Song of bamboo shoots in Hsinchu (Dai)
The forest is full of yellow birds, and Hsinchu under the forest is in harmony with people.
In the spring breeze, the rabbit stays behind the door, and the dew scares the bamboo chicken in the daytime.
Three days after the rain, spring has passed, and several others are near the stone bed.
Race to the top of the world, regardless of the moss on the steps.
Zhu Shi (Qing. Zheng Xie)
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.
Zhu Qing. Zheng Xie)
Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves.
I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.
My friend Liang Tiejun painted the bamboo of a chivalrous man.
(Qing) Kang Youwei
Life is quite spiritual, and you are hesitant.
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.
Preface to bamboo poetry
Zhou Fangchun 199 1 New Year's Day
Settle down for three and a half years, sit still and read poetry.
Huaxia bamboo culture has a long history of thousands of years.
Poetry is like a flood, so you can't read it carefully.
Browse more than ten thousand volumes and compile more than ten thousand words.
Ancient and modern bamboo poets often learn bamboo style.
Modesty is nature, nobility is life.
If the mast is not bent, the skin of the storm will be cleaner.
Cool is clear yin, while cold is emerald.
Bamboo remains in history, and bamboo arrows shoot bears.
Food, clothing, housing and transportation all work for this gentleman.
The more outstanding the contribution, the stronger the feeling.
If this wind continues, bamboo forests will be destroyed.
I sorted out bamboo poems and dedicated them to readers.
Advise you to cherish bamboo and develop its style.