1, Huaxuan Ai Ai is coming in the New Year, and Mianzhu Tingting is out of the county. On Du Fu's Finding Mianzhu from Wei Erming's Mansion
2. Think of bamboo and green trees and where to visit. Zhang Ning's "Man Jiang Hong Bi Ti Wu Cuizhu sends Li Yangchun"
3, drunk and cold, clear bones, stone bed dream is difficult to achieve. There is a falsetto in the moonlight at midnight. It is the rain that overhears the wind. Don Yan Qian's Ode to Bamboo
4, the autumn sound is ten miles away from the shadow, it is the time when the wind is in front of you. Honesty knows that there is no reason for enthusiasm, and modesty is arrogance. The strange fate of Cui Suo knows three paths, and the water is full of jade. Write it carefully several times, and nothing can be taken lightly. Zeng Guofan's ode to bamboo
5. Who says it's not as good as grass? The north wind moves, and the straight section is not easy to fall. Chou Yuan's bamboo, who is the pole?
6. There is no such thing in front of the river house. Fortunately, the green waves are rippling. On Du Fu's Finding Mianzhu from Wei Erming's Mansion
7, the growth of green branches, leaves hanging Zhu Ying. Often afraid of zero dew, not for life. Sighed and talked about self-reflection, this life is not my love. Who made me cute before I was born? It's not surprising to abandon it. Wang Ji's Dianthus Poems
8. Huzhou is known to all the world for winning nature. Where can I see anger? Like when the moon goes down. Ke Inscriptions and Paintable Bamboo Slips
9. The summer is cold and the leaves are dry. Gong Fan Zhu Congge from Cen Can
10 Does Aier have only a thousand acres of shade, regardless of pavilions and mountains? There was a knot before it was unearthed, and Lingyun had no intention of going. Gebei began to merge with the dragon, and Igu chatted with Phoenix. The moon is bright and the night is clear, and the poor prince has a bosom friend. Xu's Ode to Bamboo
1 1, a glimpse of four summer sleeping mats, how long will the ghost linger. People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old. Will be with wormwood and dew, and will eventually be with pine and cypress cream. I'm tired of plants that take root and sprout. I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix. Wang Anshi's Singing Bamboo with My Brother China's Tibetan Academy
12, I would like to ask the bamboo downstairs, which should grow new in the years. Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Linjiang Fairy, I would like to ask the bamboo downstairs"
13, share the bitter plot, humble. Liu Zongyuan's Five Poems of Xun Gong Yuan Kuzhu Bridge
14, stained with blood, the grievances of the past year still exist. Du Mu's Bamboo Bucket