a poem about pine, bamboo and plum
"Bitter Bamboo" Du Fu Tang
Qing Ming was also self-controlled, weak and strong in support. Bitter summer insects avoid it, and spring birds are suspicious. The porch will not be heavy, and the cutting will be endless. Fortunately, near the secluded house, the frost roots are here. Stop at the pavilion in the morning and love this secluded place alone.
"Newly Planted Bamboo" Wei Zhuang Tang
I saw this gentleman in front of the lonely steps, but I sang around the bar but touched the towel. Who knows each other in a foreign land, but the cluster is like a master.
"Xiaomei in the Mountain Garden" Lin Bu Song
Many fragrant people shake off their unique beauty and occupy the small garden. "Dappled shadows hang aslant over the clear shallow water, in the evening of moonlight their fragrances peacefully expand." When the cold bird wants to fly, it first peek at the plum blossom; Butterflies, if you know the beauty of plum blossom, will be enchanting. Fortunately, there are micro-songs that can be compared, and there is no need for sandalwood gold bottles.
"Hsinchu" (Song Yang Wanli)
The east wind makes up the residual mountain skillfully, and it blows jade rods overnight. Half-dressed, half-dressed, Qi Long is afraid of spring cold.
Prose on Matsuzaka Plum
Style of Pine Tree Author: Tao Zhu
Last winter, I went from Yingde to Lianxian County, and along the way, I saw pine trees standing proudly, full of vitality.
Although pine trees pass by in the car, their attitude of not being afraid of the wind and frost makes people feel
respectful and unforgettable for a long time. I really wanted to write down this feeling at that time, but I couldn't write it down. Two days ago, I talked with teachers and students of Chinese Department of Sun Yat-sen University in Humen
, hoping that young comrades can
grow into people with the style of pine trees, that is, people with the style of * * *. Now write down your feelings at that time,
to encourage you.
Bamboo
Lying in bed at night, I heard the wind blowing out of the window, and the sound was like blowing from my heart. It's so quiet and quiet. When I was a child, I once saw a picture. The picture was a bunch of bamboos. The wind came and the bamboo swayed, as if I could hear a quiet sound. At the bottom of the picture, there was a big word, "Quiet".
On the east side of the house, there is a bunch of bamboo, which belongs to my uncle's family. It was given to him as property when we separated, but his family moved out 1 meters away from bamboo, so it's not as good as we can listen to bamboo and see the god of bamboo every day. Although we stare at each other day and hear the wind every night, we are not so elegant. Like a writer, we would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo. Only with bamboo, adults can make up a lot of daily necessities. But we can't move a bamboo tree here. We have to say hello to our uncle before we can cut down a two-tree tree tree. So we all want to have a clump of bamboo, and what we think in our dream is that dream is a seed? On the edge of the land in front of the dam, a few small horns suddenly appeared, sharp and so weak, but their vitality was indomitable.