1. Bamboo House
[ Tang bai] Wang Wei
leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song.
du, too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.
Translation
Sitting alone in the quiet bamboo forest of dao, zhi sometimes plays the piano and sometimes screams.
who in the jungle knows I'm here? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.
2. Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
[ Northern and Southern Dynasties] Wu Jun
Smoke comes from the mountains, and the sunset is seen from the bamboo.
birds fly to the eaves and clouds come out of the window.
Translation
There are clouds and smoke around the place where the mountain meets the sky, and you can see the sunset shining through the cracks in the bamboo forest.
The birds flew happily to the eaves, and the white clouds floated out of the window.
3.
[ Five Dynasties] Li Yu
When the wind returns to the small courtyard, the weeds are green, and Liu Yanchun continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for half a day, the bamboo sound is still like the new moon.
the ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. The candle is bright and fragrant, and the painting hall is deep, and the temples are full of green frost and residual snow.
translation
The spring breeze is back, the weeds in the courtyard turn green, and the willows also produce tender leaves, which continue to come to the world year after year in spring. Relying on the railing alone for a long time without saying anything, the sound of the flute was similar to that of the newly rising moon and previous years. The music is not finished, the banquet is not over, it is still going on, and the ice surface of the pool is beginning to open. Late at night, the gorgeous and exquisite royal room became deep. I am old, and my worries are unbearable.
4. a farewell to han shen at the yunyang inn
[ Tang] Sikong Shu
long divided by river and sea, for years we two have failed to meet.
and suddenly to find you seems like a dream, with a catch in the throat, we ask how old we are.
In our single lamp shines, through cold and wet, wet bamboo is floating in smoke.
but forgetting the sadness that will come with tomorrow, leave the cup and cherish the biography.
Translation
How many years have passed since I parted from my old friends in Jianghai, separated by mountains and water?
When we meet suddenly, we suspect it's a dream. We sigh sadly and ask each other about their age.
The solitary lamp shines on the cold rain outside the window, and clouds are floating in the deep bamboo forest.
in the Ming dynasty, there was a kind of parting from sorrow and not hating, so it was rare to get together and have a drink tonight.
5.
[ Tang] Liu Changqing from the temple, deep in its tender bamboos, comes the low sound of an evening bell.
while the hat of a pilgrim carries the sunset, farther and farther down the green mountain.
Translation
In Chikurinji, a far-reaching bell rang recently.
wearing a hat and setting sun, I went back to Qingshan alone and drifted away.
6, "Hsinchu" Qing Zheng Xie
Hsinchu is higher than the du branch of the old bamboo, and it is all supported by the old stem.
If there are new students in zhi next year, ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
Translation:
Newly-grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth depends entirely on the old branches.
next year, something new will grow, and it will grow taller.
7.
Chu's wandering son, if want to listen to the Yao's hidden bitterness, in this bamboo water on the Xiangjiang river in front of the moonlight at the time of the night.
Translation:
Bambusa bambusa, Bambusa bambusa, tears are dotted with acacia. Wanderers of Chu, if you want to hear Yao Se's bitterness, it's in the middle of the night in front of the Xiangjiang River.
8, "Jueju" Yuan Wang Tingjun
Bamboo shadows and poems are thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams.
poor tonight, I won't get off the west wing.
Translation:
Thin bamboo shadows and poems, the fragrance of plum blossoms accompanied me to sleep.
it's a pity that my mood is like the moon tonight, and I refuse to set in the west wing.
9, Bamboo Stone
Author: Zheng Xie
Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks. ?
you're still strong after thousands of blows, and you're free from the east, west, north and south winds.
1, Wei County Department in the painting of bamboo in the year of Bo Bao Da Cheng Kuo/ink painting poem _ Baidu Chinese
Author: Zheng Banqiao
Ya Zhai lying listening to Xiao Xiaozhu, suspected to be the voice of folk suffering; Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings.