Who wrote a poem about bamboo?

The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. -Tang Du Fu's "Yongzhu" pavilion Yuxi exposed the lead powder festival, and the wind shook the sapphire branches. Yiyi is like a gentleman, and there is nothing wrong with her. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots are out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. The new hairpin of Hsinchu Yuanzhen is the only solution, and the cool color is in full bloom. Ran Ran floating coagulate powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind. It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithful size. The newly planted bamboo white house is easy to make the city uncomfortable, and the grass grows behind closed doors. How to entertain the wild and plant more than 100 bamboos. Seeing this exciting color reminds me of my feelings in the mountains. Sometimes in my spare time, I will walk around the fence all day. Don't say that the roots are not strong, and don't say that the yin is not successful. I already feel that there is more than one clear sign in the yard. I love leaning against the window and the sound of autumn wind branches. Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo will become clear day by day. The light green festival has been frosted, and the yellow buds are still covered with green. Five or six came out of the slaughterhouse, and three or four came out of the family. The high standard is Ling Qiuyan and Tong Zhensheng's spring rhyme. It's rare that life is skillful in mending forests, and there are doubts and disputes in generate. At first glance, the vertical and horizontal lines go hand in hand, and there is no time for romance. Dewdrops shed tears before the wind blows. Who can play with me and stare at the empty scene? Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are as beautiful as jade, and the morning mist is green. The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line. Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to block the curtain cloud. If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman? Song dynasty would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable. -Su Songshi's "Imperial Monk Xuan" The new spring is full of bamboo and a spoonful of water. -An Shisong in Wang You, Song Lu (102 1- 1086). Character Festival, a native of Linchuan, Jiangxi Province. The second rhyme is Zhang Ziye's "Two Poems of Chikulinji", and the second poem is "Deep Shadow in the South of Beijing". Two cows sing better than Zen Forest. The wind and spring break the jade, and the bamboo moon edge breaks the gold. Among the bamboos, Shi Gen weaves bamboos, and the bamboo stems are sparse, so there are thousands of villages. No one arrived at the end of the day, and the spring breeze swept the door. Geng Tian presented four songs with bamboo crowns, one of which is that bamboo root beads are better than bamboo skin crowns. If you want to have short hair, you must dry it first. Let the bamboo forest have a * * * landscape, don't hold a square towel to keep out the cold. Geng Tian presented four songs with a bamboo crown. Secondly, there is nothing like this crown. The bamboo skin is soft and brittle. For fan Han Shu, it is not a pity that an old friend falls in love with robes. And even more, four bamboo crown songs were presented, and the third song was Yu Runming's belief in a good crown, and he made a mistake. Don't forget that you always add the first place, so that Huanmeng can't be cold. Geng Tian presented four songs with bamboo crowns, four of which were full of new ideas, and the fog and cirrus clouds still steamed for a long time. I really call myself a forest, and I don't need mink to be warm and cold. There are two or three red amaranths in the bamboo window, and the mountains are far away from the water. Only I know the road under the wall, and I can record the moss marks on my fangs. In Huazang Academy, this pavilion sings bamboo all the way, and the four great poets are cool. How long will the charm last? People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old. I once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia selengensis, and finally sought the frost with pine and cypress. I'm tired of rooted plants. I ask for mercy and learn from Phoenix. The second rhyme is Zhang Ziye Bamboo Temple, where the wind and spring touch the jade, and the edge of the bamboo moon is covered with broken gold. Music history. Song dynasty (930- 1007). Zizheng. Fuzhou Yihuang (now Jiangxi) people. What is the kind spirit of bamboo? In bamboo and Shu, there is a kind name of bamboo. A cluster is several steps wide and dozens of stems are dense. Long stems are short stems, and the branches and leaves are not prominent. I gained weight last year and gained weight again this year. High and low depend on each other, and mud and sand flow down. A dutiful son follows his father's footsteps. I heard that people in the Tang Dynasty were often very filial. Zhang Gongyi lived in Yunzhou, with the same door for nine generations. When the emperor heard his name, he fell to the supreme. Song Zhuxi (1 130- 1200). Hui Yuan. Jiangxi Wuyuan people. The spring thunder in Hsinchu is cloudy and stony, and the grass is harmonious. I planted Phyllostachys pubescens, which has sprouted. Sitting in the secluded forest and enjoying it, there is no sense of vulgarity. The second rhyme chooses to chant bamboo and bamboo dock deeply, and bounces around the house. Xia Feng becomes bleak, and the cold moon helps to cool down. The guest goes to the air and the dust collapses, and the poem unfolds. This gentleman can wake up in the afternoon with a smile. Qiu Zi Ye's Bamboo Poetry in Ancient Garden in Suburb was moved from Xishangyuan. Plant this wall to shade the road. Few people walk in the shadows. An isolated family will be banned in the coming year. Gong Ji's new bamboo shoots are from you. Because of your second rhyme, Kang Lu fell asleep. Day after day, I came to my hometown of Dan Yuan Yu, and the bamboo forest was still windy. It's not like attacking from one source. Liu Xiuye's new bamboo shoots repair rivers and forests, and it is dark and rainy during the day. There are thousands of hostesses who have been lying in the cold soil for three winters. There are many bamboo shoots in Nanshan, and thousands of miles are withered. You know it's green today without falling into the dish. The second rhyme is Xie Zhongxing Liu's two poems about sending Hanlin Hsinchu, and I am happy to see their differences. Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture. Yang Wanli. Song (1 127- 1206). Zhai Chengting Xiu. Jiangxi Jishui people. First frost Festival of Winged Bamboo. Repair jade snow. There is nothing to talk about. The moon is vivid. Tree and bamboo pruning after crossing Danzhu Zejing. Call each other Maolin. No wind leads to cold. There is a plain yin in Weixi. Look at bamboo shoots like vines and learn to grow. Bamboo is like a savage. I only love brocade bamboo everywhere. The dark forest suddenly has two or three roots. Bamboo forest cherishes people's love for bamboo forest. Weaving fences is hard to keep out the cold and green. I know bamboo has no thin face. It needs to go through the fence. I remember that the boiled bamboo shoots searched in Justin Cheung were not as sharp as the hairy bamboo shoots in Jiangxi. Cream nourishes new sweetness. Sir, stop cooking. Ding Ning, don't use acyl and salt. The green spring under the rock must rotate. Boil out the cream roots and make honey juice. Cold teeth gnawed out Kethleen's voice. Li Yu still doesn't like moonlight. Master Xie Minghui loves bamboo shoots like jade. Add bamboo if you don't eat it. Yunhe sent another ten generations. Hazy eyes open for the canal. Boiled bamboo shoots Jinling bamboo shoots are as hard as stone. Stone still has marrow, and bamboo shoots are not as good as it. Bamboo shoots in southern Yunnan are crisp. Bamboo shoots taste crisp. Bring rain? Come and cook with a basket. It contains new nectar from Zhejiang pulp. You can steam, the scenery can make soup, and the sound of water and snow can be heard around your teeth. Don't curse bamboo shoots to make bamboo, eat bamboo shoots and don't eat meat. None of them eat bamboo shoots. Used for breeding for more than half a year. Spotted clothes and colorful spring are priceless. I don't understand the jade version of Zen. Bamboo branches are short and hedges leak. You have to drag your feet. The first time I ate bamboo shoots, ferns and phoenixes, I cooked dragon waves. Red-lipped bear's paw, I missed it Only in the days of bamboo shoots and ferns. This is a precious day in the mountains. The bamboo forest in front of the Shuige in Jiangdian, Yongshitang saw this face. Decadence is not a village. Sunset and writing. Birds are soul eaters. Li Gousong (1009- 1059). Taber. Chengnan, Jiangxi. Zhu Zhai's topic is low house open stoping. Small bamboo goes to solitary forest. Liu Guosong (1 154- 1206). Change it, Longzhou Tongren. Taihe people in Jiangxi. Qin sent Sun Zhuhu to inquire about Zhuhu. What does Zhu Hu know? Why doesn't he reply? It's no good crossing the water in Wu Shan. It's endless. Liu Chang. Song (10 19- 1068). My biological fathers Fu Yuan and Gong are from Xinyu, Jiangxi. It's not far to sit among the bamboos in Qushuitai. Happy pool in the forest. The breeze is blowing and the sun is gloomy. Bamboo and bamboo occasionally shrug, and the frost and snow do not come away. Compared with the ancients, solitary bamboo has its own uniformity. From the bamboo forest mountain in the south, you can see the posture of random bombs. It became a secluded cave because it looked like Wuyi. The southeast beauty of Fargesia Ran Ran in front of Yongting Court. Togo is here. Phoenix can't wait. Times have changed. It is not a forest. Free frost pose. Breeze comes sometimes. Loneliness and loneliness. The bamboo bed is trimmed, and the cold light shines. Clouds condense smoke, sparse condensation leaves snow frost. Sweet sleep can solve all kinds of problems, while it is a long summer. At this time, the sea is full of waves, and I have learned to explore soup. Well, I'm nearsighted, so I'd rather have a bed. There is a little prince fetishism in the book of planting bamboo bags, which I have long cherished. Often too young to be chic. A guest came yesterday and advised me to plant it. The feeling load knows my heart, so I have to walk around. Among them, a stone can be used to fix foil. Create another one here for the violator; When the tits return, please turn to your hometown; The rest are printed but not seen, regardless of spring and summer; I'm just tired of customs, and people come to dinner. There is no discussion about rain, and reputation is false. I recommend Fushou Bamboo Pavilion at four o'clock. The beautiful colors are reflected in Chang Song. The quiet land is not a thousand acres, and the people are like seals. Blowing often washes ears, and summer becomes winter. I don't want to go back for a while, but I know my uncle was careless at night. Advise Sidi Nanxuan to plant bamboo, everyone laughs at loneliness, so why not belittle yourself? Bamboo planting in the south porch is enough to balance each other. It's getting late in China, and the flowers are dying. Honest and clean, training bandits is flattering. I don't know. On one side of the window, you can see stubble. Huizi is in the southeast of the United States, which is relatively uncomfortable. Chu people used to praise oranges, and they did the same. This gentleman is the most lonely and tall, which is hard to hide. The wind is fine, and the light shines brightly. When he is in the snow, he is often suspicious. Firecrackers keep things at any time, worrying about travel. The local conditions and customs are still remembered, and the ci is ridiculous. When the fire starts, the deep hall thunders. But in order to rest, I dare not shine. Zhu Mo stayed in love with this gentleman, while Mozi comforted others. Free and easy, as white as dust. In the shadow of the moon, in the thick fog. Try to think about Wushan. It's really raining. Chen Langzhong's Bamboo Garden 10 is more than Long Mu, and the color is better at the end of the year. Song is far from the village, and deep in Aquilaria Qingdao. The songbirds correspond, and the wind leaves don't need to be swept. For the victim, the old man is old. Bamboo planted at the gate of the city has wonderful old sandalwood music around the city this spring, and bamboo shoots have become tens of thousands of new poles. The dragon snake in the pool began to sting people, and the spear halberd in the army looked around the camp. Birds are singing in the flowers, and the wind is colder than the rustling in May. Slow with light autumn Rong since leisure, chess more to this Duan Lin. When Phoenix Mountain Fairy Mountain doesn't remember Phoenix, Bi Xiaogang is full of jade. Although there is a pine valley overseas, it seems that the world has not yet recognized Sun Zhi. Tao is more valuable than confidant, and the wilderness is still suitable for quiet festivals. Chitose rediscovered Le Yi's biography, which makes you feel even more sad. East Gate Zhou Fan to Zhuxi Pavilion, separated by Qingchuan, isolated city for 300 years. Here, the song rings again, and the scenery in Yangzhou remains the same. Bamboo shoots and dragons, Sun Shun spits a foot of buds, and purple brocade wraps jade and leaves mud. The golden knife is bright and tender, and the copper coin has a girder without credit.