1. Poems about Plum Blossoms:
Plum Blossoms by Wang Anshi
There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone.
I know it’s not snow from afar, because there is a faint fragrance coming.
2. Poems about pine trees
Pine Song Dynasty.
Sometimes thunderstorms shake the sky and the earth, and it is suspected that the blue dragon is fighting alone.
3. Bamboo Poetry
Bamboo Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie)
One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.
Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.
4. Poems about chrysanthemums
"He Guo Zhubu" by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty
Chrysanthemums bloom in the forest and the green pines crown the rocks.
With such a pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the best under Shuang.
Bamboo:
Fan Gong wrote a bamboo song and prefaced it by Cen Shen
Fang Gong, who was a doctor and served as an imperial censor, planted bamboos in the Shaanxi embassy.
The newly composed Congzhu poem showed how beautiful Fan Gong’s pure and elegant conduct was, so he composed a song to harmonize with it.
People in the world don’t understand their love for bamboo when they see it. I know that you are planting bamboo in the courtyard of your mansion.
This gentleman was lucky enough to get the land with his roots. When he planted it, he heard that it was already big.
The bushes look cold in the hot summer, and the maple leaves sound dry at night. If you can clear the case and see it under the curtain, it is better to look out the window of Qin Shu.
For you, the yin will block the sun, and the bamboo shoots will burst out through the steps. He who keeps integrity is partial to Yu Shishuang, and his humble wish is better than that of Lang Guan.
You don’t love the pine branches of Nanshan. The color of bamboo does not change in all seasons. In the cold weather, all the grass and trees have turned yellow, as I have known since Qingqingjun.
Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Zhuli Pavilion Pei Di
I have been to Zhuli Pavilion and had a blind date with Tao. Only mountain birds come and go, and it is so deep that there are no people in the world.
Ci Lao Bamboo, Li Bai
There is Ci Lao Mountain in the north of Dangtu County, with piles of rocks overlooking the river, steep walls and turbulent winds and waves.
The bamboos produced in its mountains are round and sparsely knotted, and can be used as flute pipes, with rhythm in their sound.
Wild bamboos grow on rocks, and the smoke reflects the river islands. The green color is deep, the waves are deep, and the voice is cold and early.
I have never heard the dragon chant, but the phoenix song should be played well. If you don't learn from the willow tree, your sincerity will always protect you.
Yan Zheng's Mansion and Bamboo Ode by Du Fu
The green bamboos are half in casks, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall. The color invades the book and it's late, and the wine bottle is cool in the shade.
The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow.
The Five-Yong Bitter Bamboo Bridge in Xun Gongyuan Liu Zongyuan
The dangerous bridge is a secluded path, winding through the sparse forest. Bursting baskets divide the bitter festivals, light baskets hold an open mind. Look down at the trickling stream and listen to the singing of Xiao Xiao. On a misty day in the lake, the mountain birds sing in mockery. There is no need to use it, but there is more shade to live in.
Bamboo Path Li Deyu
The wild bamboos form a path of their own that surrounds the stream for more than three miles. Tan Luan is covered with layers of blankets, and the clear canal is reflected in the desolate scenery.
The forest is quiet at sunset, and the wind is moving and the valley is empty. The Tian family has few old friends, who is willing to kill and burn fish?
Hsinchu Yuanzhen
The bamboo basket has just been untied, and the cold color is already green. The powder is slowly floating in the air, and the wind is gradually swaying.
The trees are sparse and the sun shines through, but they are few and far between. Only unity and unity, steadfastness and unity are the same.
Newly planted bamboo Bai Juyi
Zuoyi is not feeling well, and grass grows behind closed doors. Why entertain the wild nature by planting hundreds of bamboo stems?
Seeing this is so exciting that I can recall the love in the mountains. Sometimes when I have time off from official duties, I walk around the fence all day long.
Don’t say that the roots are not yet solid, and don’t say that the Yin is not yet established. Already I feel that in the courtyard, there is a clear feeling at every tip.
My favorite thing is to lie by the window, listening to the sound of branches in the autumn wind.
Rewarding people for playing with bamboo after the rain Xue Tao
When it rains in the south in spring, you can see the snow and frost. All kinds of things are also luxuriant, and the mind is humble and calm.
If Jinxian stays drunk for a long time, he will be sad with Concubine Shun early. In your later years, you can reward me, and the sky is full of wonders.
Tongguo Staff Cui Pu shoots the bamboo in front of the Huainan Jiedu Envoy Hall Liu Changqing
It was planted in the Liangwang Garden in the past, but now it has been moved to the Han Dynasty General Altar. I passed through the cage with my head low, and looked at the green rolling curtain.
It is difficult to hold the joints through frost if the roots are moved far away. The flowers blossom into phoenix fruits, and the young shoots grow into fishing rods.
Ai Aijun is quiet, Xiaoxiao County is wide. The sound is soft and the corners are twilight, and the sparse shadows are cold at the door.
Xiangpu has changed over the years, and Shanyang has been damaged in several places. I don't know how to face Yuan An on the side of Xuanping.
Zhuting, Xiran’s younger brother, Meng Haoran
My second and third sons and I have had close friendships throughout our lives. With the ambition of a swan, there is a bird's heart in suffering.
The breeze is flowing in the bamboo forest. Da is the fun in wine and the occasional sound on the piano.
Li She lives in seclusion in Yiling after repairing it
The mountain behind Guo Yi is as deep as a path, and thousands of poles are like bunches of green. I have always loved things so much that I moved my house to a bamboo forest after hard work
Ku Huang Tiao Xiao Yin Li He
Who said Xuanyuan was in the current affairs, Ling Lun picked bamboo twenty-four. Ling Lun collected it from Kunqiu and divided it into twelve parts according to Xuanyuan's imperial edict.
Linglun uses it to correct the rhythm, and Xuanyuan uses it to adjust the vitality. When the Yellow Emperor ascended to heaven, he was accompanied by twenty-three officers.
There is only one pipe left to blow in the world. If you can't get it, you can't get it. This pipe is buried in Yushun Temple.
Playing with Bamboo in the Garden of Friends Shi Jianwu
I once went to Xuanzhou to see the jade trees, which looked like the bamboos in the courtyard of your home. Visitors don't need to breathe in the breeze, hanging a crown here is enough to keep cool.
Hsinchu Han Yu
The bamboo shoots are added to the south level, and they become clear day by day. The razor section has stored frost, and the yellow buds are still covering the emerald green.
In the market, there are five or six, and when there are three or four in the house. The high standard is strict in autumn, and the pure color captures the beauty of spring.
Sparse growth and cleverness fill the forest, and doubts and disputes arise. Vertical and horizontal, it follows the line at first, and it is brilliant and endless.
The branches are not blown by the wind, but the dew powder is first filled with tears. Who can play with it? Qing Jingkong stares at it.
Inscribed to Liu Xiucai, Hsinchu and Du Mu
Several stems are of faint jade color, separated by green smoke at dawn and dusk. The sound breaks through the cold window dream, and the roots penetrate the green moss pattern.
The sun is gradually covering the threshold, and the clouds are trying to get in the way. If you are not a guest from Shanyin, who would love you?
The first bamboo shoots are eaten and presented in the seat. Li Shangyin
The tender bamboo shoots are just coming out of the forest. The price of Wuling is as heavy as gold. There are countless people in the imperial capital, land and sea, who can't bear to cut Ling Yun's heart even an inch.
Inscribed on the bamboo in front of the hall of Zheng Changshi, Jia Dao
The green bamboo stands beside the poem and wine, and Chanjuan is full of thoughts. The tangled branches are covered with snow, and the leaves are blooming in the cold wind.
Xiao Sa suspected that the spring had passed by, but there was a different path when he lingered back. The root of the invasion was unearthed, and the bamboo shoots grew in clusters next door.
Beyond the screen window, there is a sound in the silent room. Watching the rolling curtain all day long, sleeping on the pillow for the same autumn.
The Prince of Ten Thousand Fields of Songs, Thousands of Rods Accompany Duke Ruan. The dew is full of pity, and the rain stream is filled with love.
Jiegu dominates Hubei, and Xiangchuan dominates the east of the river. On the side of the Xuan threshold, the green sky curls up.
Wang Yu called the Bamboo in Official Houses
Whoever planted hundreds of Xiaoxiao bamboo poles, accompanied by chants, was called Xianguan. Don't compete with the beauty of spring, but stay lonely and chaste and wait for the cold weather.
The sound of the sound on the piano bed creates elegance, and the shadow of the chess game brings happiness. Even if we remove it next year, we will still have to see it in the snow this winter.
Ting Bamboo Shi Zhiyuan
If you remove the flowers and plant them, the whole courtyard will be cold and green, and it will be dust-free. The summer days are full of leisure, but there is still a breeze blowing around.
Ode to Golden Bamboo by Jiang Tang
A hundred yi first cold a path deep, hidden in the forest formed by nature. Those who are greedy or those who rely on the railing will not see Xiuhuang but gold.
Bamboo by Song Qi
The tips of the bamboos are outstanding, and they are humble and unwilling to clump. There is integrity and uprightness in the sky, and there is no mind and emptiness.
Purple Bamboo Mei Yaochen
Xiuzhu is produced in the southwest and has a different color than Dongjun green. The cut flute reflects the sandalwood lips, and the branches lead to the phoenix.
Moved thousands of miles away, it will not change into a deep valley.
Bamboo Planting Zhai Sima Guang
I love Wang Ziyou, so I also plant bamboos in the Zhai Zhai. A day is indispensable, and the coolness is always in your eyes.
The snow and frost are only white, and the leaves do not change their green. The unique stone Jilun, the golden valley full of corals.
The Jun Pavilion in Huazangyuan chants bamboo by Wang Anshi
The path is so dense that there are four cool buildings, how long can the lingering shadow of the shadow go? People pity straight people who are born thin, and they are expected to become more mature as they grow older.
It once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia terrestris, and finally followed the pines and cypresses to the frost. I regret to take the root of the plant, but I want to beg Ling Lun to learn from Phoenix.
Golden Bamboo Lv Tao
There are bamboos in the Qujiang River. Their color is dark yellow, and the eyes inside are golden bamboos.
Xiuzhu is already lovely, but its condition is like gold again. Heaven and earth are in harmony, frost and snow are as strong as the heart.
Yunzhi grows with knots, and chestnut and jade grow into forests. Looking back at the Weichuan River, the mountains are surrounded by green shade.
Bamboo Pavilion Shen Liao
The ancients loved to cultivate bamboo, and they came to the secluded pavilion with ease. The energy section is high-spirited, the sound is clear, and there is no vulgar noise.
The fight in spring is trivial, but the autumn wind shakes the dryness. Who would have thought that Weichuan is so rich that a thousand acres can hold a crown?
Bamboo Ode Wei Xiang
This gentleman is upright and natural, how can he imitate the charming flowers and master the pavilion?
Non-spring grows its own branches and leaves, and there will eventually be big roots. Whoever recommends a clear temple for cutting sound will sacrifice a bottle of Jiamu.
Yong Bamboo Wen Tong
Bamboo.
It is cold and green.
Beside the Xiangjiang River, the Weishui River bends.
The curtains are green and brocade, and the spears and spears are green jade.
An open mind is different from the grass and trees, and the strength is more than ordinary trees.
The dragon-turned-staff enters the fairy mound, calling out the phoenix and the rhythm of the gods.
Yue'e's scarf is draped cleanly and slowly, and the wind girl's sound of sheng and yu is clear and solemn.
Drinking in the woods shakes the broken shadows to shake gold, and playing chess on the stone clears the yin and overturns the game.
Doctor Qu drove away Yue Jiaolan, while Mr. Tao returned to look for pine and chrysanthemum.
If Tan Luan's behavior is invincible to the king, his elegant and unrestrained posture will be invincible to his servant.
In Qian Monk Luyunxuan Su Shi
You can eat without meat, but you cannot live without bamboo. No meat makes you thin, and no bamboo makes you vulgar.
Those who are thin can still gain weight, but scholars and common people cannot cure it. People around me laugh at this statement, which seems to be high and foolish.
If you still chew on this, there are Yangzhou cranes in the world.
Poetry on Cherishing Bamboo and Quotes from Kong Wuzhong
There are several bamboo poles in Dongzhai, which are pleasantly green. There are many bamboo shoots growing beside them, which add to the deep luxuriance.
The last one to come out was particularly strange, full of surprises, and unfinished.
But it was broken by the hands of the veterans. The sad man was destroyed by the force of dry clouds blocking the sun under the window. With the appearance of frost and snow, I lost it in a moment, walking back and forth, feeling sad for a long time, and I couldn't forget my feelings, so I wrote poems about it. In the gloomy sunset of the old moss wall, who can break my emerald stems? That is, the green leaves have turned into dust, and there are still low branches with dew residue.
Don't let the clouds invade the snow, because you are so sophisticated that you can make waves. There is no shortage of people in my hometown to serve as a gift. Ten hectares are overcast and it is cold in June.
Study Bamboo Cai Que
There are three bamboo poles in front of the window, and the cool wind blows the whole courtyard in the cold. Don’t be disgusted by the king who is always in front of you. He turns into a dragon and goes to meet the difficulties.
Yuan Danggu Su Che
Whoever said that he would be poor has already used grain to measure bamboo. There are thousands of poles in the surplus valley, but never one pole is bent.
Heshi planted thick bamboos Huang Tingjian
Hidden in the city, this gentleman is really friendly.
When the roots are moving and the sun is plowing, the bamboo shoots will be harvested.
The dragon transforms into Gebei and the wind blows the sound of Age. Three paths are cut off by the grass, and friendship will be seen at the end of the year.
Hsinchu Huihong
Several trees of Langgan lean against the wall in the shade, and the new bamboo shoots are growing in the forest. Yesterday, Xiaoxuan was in a good mood, but the beautiful moon was shattered and the gold was sifted.
Plant bamboos and inscribe the pavilion of love by Fan Chengda
Sweep and sweep Xuanhua's house, the green dust grows in the smoke and under the moon. The leaves are full of breeze in the first year of the year, don’t forget the person who rented the house this year
Hsinchu Zhu Xi
The spring thunder is on the Yinyan rocks, and the quiet grass is everywhere. I planted southern window bamboo, and it has sprouted.
Winning the reward of the secluded forest, living quietly without vulgar feelings.
Two quatrains from Yunxi Bamboo Playing Book by Lu You
The air is covered with ice and frost, and I see this series of immortals on the riverside. The coldness penetrates directly into people's muscles and bones, leaving no trace of dust at home.
The bamboos in the stream are of two suitable colors, and the bamboos become even more amazing when you walk to the bridge over the stream. Regardless of how thin the meat is, one can endure ten years of hunger behind closed doors.
Hsinchu Yang Wanli
What year did the young scholar enter the wilderness, and those who banned Yu Yi stood like a wall. The brocade is half-stretched and the jade is half-stretched, and the pink section is newly coated with frost.
After three days of enjoying the rain, I suddenly felt happy when I came out of the wall. This autumn, there are many leap prevention measures, and Mr. Cheng is particularly cold.
Moving Bamboo by Xin Qiji
Every time I plant a tree and feel sad about my age, I wonder how long it will take to become a yin. Seeing descendants and descendants, it is better to plant bamboos around the garden.
Planting Bamboo Liu Kezhuang
Planting bamboo before settling in, out of love for the sound and thin shade. I can't be stingy for a day, even if I have a few poles, I am desolate.
To add poetry materials to the window, Guo Wai moved to pay his salary. I laugh to myself where I will be next year, the empty eaves are blown by the wind and my lapel is draped.
Gong Ping Fusen Yuxuan Meng Zongxian
The ancients also planted bamboos in their borrowed houses, as if they were gluttons who were not satisfied with their curiosity. Gaozhai heard that there were thousands of langgans, and sat facing Huaishan to drink the autumn green.
When an official has free time, nothing happens. Even if the wine bottle is not empty, there will still be meat. He would always knock on your door and give me a place to sleep on a high pillow and a low bed.
The one-character inscription indicates Shang Junxiang and Li Junmin
He is cool and can cure customs, and Tan Luan likes it. I would rather bear this burden and endure the injustice done to Kui Long.
Guo Changqian’s Bamboo Collection in Yishiyuan
The Nanxuan was moved from the West Altar, with dozens of thin jade pavilions. When you get the Dharma, you should not lose to the old cypress. When you take root, you can get close to the orchid.
Although there is no spring scenery, Xu Zhenxin is old and cold. All the grass and flowers have fallen into pieces. Please come and have a look.
Inscribed on this Junxuan of Hao Ziyu in Nao County, Mao Ruiqing
The name and surname of Guilin is Yizhixin, and thousands of green bamboos and green virtues have neighbors. The wind and smoke in Weishang are divided into sects, and the poetry and wine in Shanyang belong to idlers.
My heart has reached the Frost Cave, and I can’t see the flowers and willow dust. From now on, Xuan's back is shining brightly, with tender fragrance and new powder in spring.
The tall bamboos are near the water, Yuji
The tall bamboos are near the water, and the flowers are in the shade of the cliff. With her virginal appearance, she has the heart of a gentleman.
The spring sun is not flattering, but the long dew has suddenly become deep. Concubine Xiang used to play the harp and looked at Cang Wucen with regret.
Cold Bamboo Chapter by Fu Ruojin
The cold bamboo is close to the stream, and the stone is born from He Leilei. The nourishment is due to the thick soil, and the birthplace is Yuan Zai.
The spring sun scatters the beautiful scenery, and the branches and leaves are covered with light. Now that we are at the end of the year, I am worried every day.
Sudden sad changes, but fear of being shocked. It is better to be different in the cold and auspicious days, and regret it when it is too late to return.
The shade of Qiyuan has not ceased, and the worry of Jieguyin is still there. Gentlemen have known each other for a long time, and they cherish Miao Yunhai deeply.
The nature of bamboo changes, and people fear it and change it. I would like to say that the soldiers will be able to seal the plants and not hurt the woodcutter.
Xu Zhuyin Wang Mian
Across the river, Xiuzhu lives in a quiet suburb, with more than a thousand acres of shade outside. The integrity of Gao Shicao is unwavering. How can we communicate with the common people? Lying down, listening to the green rain falling, laughing at the gentle breeze passing by.
But the noisy world is swept away in silence, and the cold weather separates the table to wait for the woodcutter and fishermen.
Bamboo on the River Wang Shixi
Bamboo on the Xiaoxiao River is spread all over the foothills. The morning glow is bright gold, and the evening moon embraces cold jade.
The tips are green phoenix wings, and the leaves are green luan feet. The deep bushes stand on the wall, and the high joints are folded and drooped.
The desolation contains rain and dew, and the grass and trees are the same throughout history. Don’t ask for bamboo shoots to cook soup, don’t ask for rafters to build a house.
Make a flute and play my tune.
Poetry Volume Inscribed on Junxuan Friends by Cao Wenhui
If there is bamboo, no one will be left alone. How can we have both? Only the Jun family is young and willing.
The Jun family surrounded the Qingyu City with bamboo, and there were people in the Jun family who were clear of ice and snow. The scarves are facing each other to illuminate the moon, and both the man and the bamboo are carried away.
To the east, there are mulberries and flowers, and to the west, flowers and bees and butterflies gather. How can there be no red sleeves to lead the wine glass, and the poet will knock on the door.
Poets love bamboo as much as they love guests, and their beautiful poems strive for newness. You should open a path to sweep away the white clouds, and meet people who are not dust.
Wild Bamboo, Wu Town
Wild Bamboo is absolutely lovely, and its sap is sparse and full of life. Throughout his life, he has always stayed far away from the bushes and thorns, and walked along the cliffs and through the stone paths.
Hold the mountain with an open mind, the breeze is whirling in the white moon. What will happen if the cold shoots are thousands of feet away? There is a lot of wind and smoke in Qi'ao, Weichuan River.
Inscribed on the Zhuyi Pavilion of Gu Chushi, Yu Li
In the Yushan area of ??Zhengjun's house, everyone built a one-foot-long fence. The sound of autumn is bleak since June, and the green rain is faint every day.
Immortals may send green rice, and Taoist priests sometimes come in white feathers. Qingzhang Yase is sitting on the rock, watching the white clouds flying in the sky.
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Plum:
Plum Blossom Quatrain (Part 1-)
Lu You
I heard plum blossoms blooming in the morning breeze, and snow piles filled the four mountains.
How can one transform into hundreds of billions, one plum blossom tree and one blooming man?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 2)
The branches in the deep valley can be farther north, and the flowers bloom late every year. Gaobiao Yiyun, do you know that it is the time when the ice and snow accumulate?
Plum Blossom Quatrains (Part 3)
The wind blows louder when the snow blows, but the integrity of the flower is the strongest. When time passes, it will drift away, and I will beg for mercy from Mr. Dong even more shamefully.
Early Plum Blossoms
Southern Dynasty·Xie Xie
Welcome spring so it blooms early, and you don’t mind the cold alone. Afraid of falling flowers, no one cares to look at them.
Jiangmei
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The plum blossoms are broken in the front, and there are more plum blossoms in the later years. I know that spring is good, but what is the worst thing to worry about?
Snow trees are of the same color, and the river wind is also ripples. The hometown cannot be seen, Wuxiu is gloomy and craggy.
Early Plum Blossoms
Tang·Qiji
Thousands of trees are about to break due to the cold, but the solitary roots are warm and alone. In the deep snow in the former village, a branch bloomed last night.
The wind carries the delicate fragrance, and the birds take a look at the beautiful scenery. Next year, as expected, Yingchun Terrace will be released first.
Tang Dynasty·Wang Wei
Miscellaneous Poems
You come from your hometown, you should know the things in your hometown. Leaning in front of the window tomorrow, have the winter plum blossoms bloomed yet?
Miscellaneous chants
Wang Wei of Tang Dynasty
I have seen the plum blossoms blooming and heard the singing of birds again. My heart is focused on the spring grass, and I am afraid of the growth on the jade steps.
Recalling Plum Blossoms
Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty
Stand at the end of the world, leaning towards the beauty of things. Winter plum blossoms are the most detestable. They grow like last year's flowers.
Plum on the River
Wang Shi of the Tang Dynasty
Suddenly I saw a cold plum tree with flowers blooming on the Han River. I don’t know that spring is coming early, so I suspect it’s a bead maker.
Ting Mei Yong Sends Someone
Tang Dynasty·Liu Yuxi
Early flowers often suffer from cold, and complex fruits are often bitter and sour. Why is it that on a spring day, you are sitting in the dark mood?
Yao Tao smiled steadily, and the wandering prostitute was willing to look back! When you ask about adjusting the golden tripod, you realize that it is difficult to make the right taste.
Plum Blossoms
Cui Daorong of the Tang Dynasty
The calyx contains snow for the first time, so it is difficult to draw it alone. There is a unique charm in the fragrance, and it is extremely clear and does not know the cold.
Hengdi and Chouting, oblique skills depend on the disease. The headwind is like a solution, and it is easy not to destroy.
Plum Blossoms
Yu Xin of the Tang Dynasty
On the half of the twelfth lunar month of that year, the plum blossoms were already in bloom. If you don’t believe this Spring Festival Gala, come and watch it in the snow.
The trees are moving, the ice is falling, and the branches are high and cold. If I had known I couldn't find him, I would have regretted wearing the clothes.
Looking for plum blossoms in the snow
Xiao Gang of the Tang Dynasty
I was surprised that the plum blossoms were late, and I came to see them in the snow. The lower branches are visible at low levels, but the upper branches are far away and difficult to see.
Both are ashamed to show their wrists, and give in to each other because their waists are weak. You should also cut and pick the beard, and learn two or three techniques.
Plum Blossoms
Tang·Jiang Weihan
There is a plum tree in front of Baiyu Hall, and today I suddenly saw several flowers blooming. Several doors are closed, how can one get in the spring scenery?
Plum blossoms
Song Dynasty·Chen Liang
The jade is sparse and thin, and the small calyx is a little pearly. One flower suddenly blooms first, and all flowers bloom later.
If you want to convey the message of spring, don’t be afraid of being buried in snow. The jade flute should be played three times, Dong Junzheng advocated.
Winter Miscellaneous
Song Dynasty·Zhang Lei
The body of the empty mountain is about to grow old, but the old age will come back. The willows are sad every year, and the plum blossoms are everywhere sad.
The green vegetables have short nails, and the red wax-spotted flowers bloom. No matter how there is ice and snow, the east wind returns day and night.
Meet Yang Gongji Plum Blossoms Again
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
Mo Xiangshuang has not yet opened his morning grudges, and will destroy each other day and night. A new flower contains wind and dew, just like waiting for the moon in the west chamber.
Gift of plum blossoms on the ridge
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
When the plum blossoms are in full bloom, the white flowers will bloom, and no one who passes by will come. If you don’t taste the green plums and make wine, you should watch the drizzle to ripen the yellow plums.
Mo Mei
Song Dynasty·Zhu Xi
In the dream, the Qingjiang River is drunk with the fragrance of ink, and the branches are thin and frosty with cold pistils. Now there is no need to ask about the white, black, and muddy colors. Let’s make the makeup of the world.
Inscribed on Yang Buzhi's painting
Song Dynasty·Lou Yao
Plum blossoms are often seen as if the pen is like a god, while pines and bamboos are even more realistic. Hundreds of flowers and thousands of flowers are all friends, but Suihan only sees these three people.
Snowy plums
Song Dynasty Lu Meipo
Plums without snow are not spiritual, and snow without plums is vulgar. Sunset poems are filled with snow all day long, which is very fragrant when combined with plum blossoms.
Snowy plum blossoms
Song Dynasty·Lu Meipo
The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so the poet spent money on commentaries. The plum blossoms are three cents whiter than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.
From Zhang Zhongmou, beg of winter plum blossoms
Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian
The wild plum blossoms grow behind Wenjun Temple, and the fragrant honey dyes them into palace-like yellow. I don't want to fold it to cover my old eyes, I want to see the spring scenery in the pond.
Sleeping tiredly while fishing on a snow boat
Song Dynasty Yang Wanli
The open window of the small pavilion is half closed, and he is sleeping while reading a book. I was annoyed by the plum blossoms for no reason, so I blew the incense to break my dream.
Cold Night
Song Dynasty·Du Lei
On a cold night, guests come to drink tea and wine, and the bamboo stove soup boils and becomes red. The moon in front of the window is the same, but it is different that there are plum blossoms.
Gumei
Song Dynasty·Xiao Dezao
The concubine Xiang stands dangerously on the back of a frozen dragon, and the cold moon hangs on the coral branches. The ugliness can be astonishing and charming, but only Xiaohan knows how to break the soul.
Pine Plum
Song Dynasty·Zhang Daoqia
A few spring branches in a bottle of cold water, the fragrance does not diminish when the stream flows. No one can see the slanting bamboo bottom, and don't know it with the faint clouds and the pale moon.
Red plums
Su Dongpo
The red plum blossoms bloom every year, and they are about to bloom again by the riverside. Cherish the sentimental Guan Yiling, send the spring with straightness and roots.
Early plum blossoms
Liu Zongyuan
Early plum blossoms bloom on tall trees, reflecting the blue sky of Chu. The late morning breeze carries the night fragrance, and the heavy frost nourishes the dawn.
If you want to give me a gift thousands of miles away, you are separated by mountains and rivers. When Han Ying is in ruins, what use is there to comfort distant visitors?
Newly Planted Plums
Bai Juyi
Seven newly planted plums by the pond will be inspected when they bloom. Don't be afraid of the peach and plum envy of Changzhou. This year will be a good year for you.
Mo Mei
Zhao Bingwen
The painter does not paint the face with powder, but he is afraid that others will think I am straight. It's impossible not to know each other when we meet, Xia Fu has always cared for jade people
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Eastern Jin Dynasty·Tao Yuanming's "Chrysanthemum"
The autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping all over.
It’s not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers even after all the flowers have bloomed.
Sigh on the chamomile in front of the courtyard by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The chamomile in front of the eaves moves late, and the green pistils cannot be picked during the Double Ninth Festival. Tomorrow, if you wake up from depression and drunkenness, what good will the remaining flowers bloom? There are many fragrant flowers in the wild beside the fence, and they are picked up and brought up to the middle hall. The branches and leaves grow in the air, and the roots are lost and entangled in the wind and frost.
On the 9th, Yang Fengxian met with Cuiming Mansion in Baishui, Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
Today in Panhuai County, Lu Junyi was at the same time. Sit down and drink mulberry wine, and come and pick up the chrysanthemum branches. The sky is clear and clear, and the court is covered with snow. In the evening, guests are invited to dance, and the boat is in trouble.
Nine Days Qujiang by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The seats are decorated with dogwood trees, but the leaves on the floating boats are weak. At the end of the season in autumn, I feel half lustful, and on the ninth day I feel sad. The river flows from its clear source, but the road to Jingmen is doubtful. Come late and be happy, swinging in the chrysanthemum stage.
Suzan Gongfang, Tang Dynasty·Du Fu
Where did the stick tin come from? The autumn wind is already blowing. The chrysanthemums in the deep courtyard are covered with rain, and the lotuses in the pond are half covered with frost. It would be better to be exiled than to go against one's nature, to be empty and not to leave Zen. Meeting each other makes us stay overnight, and the long moon is full toward people.
Revelation by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Looking at the frost and dew with sorrowful eyes, the chrysanthemums will bloom in the cold city. The wind breaks the willow trees, and the guests' tears fall into the clear bamboo slippers. The water is clear, the tower is straight, the mountain is dark and blocked, and the sun is setting. When night comes, all the birds return, and the crows roost after they have crowed and killed them.
The First Moon of the Tang Dynasty·Du Fu
The thin string of light is not on the string, and the shadow of the inclined wheel is not stable. Slightly rising outside the ancient fortress, it is already hidden in the dusk clouds. The rivers and lakes do not change their color, and the mountains are cold in the sky. There is white dew in front of the court, covered with chrysanthemums.
After Zuo returned to the mountain, he sent three poems by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The white dew and yellow beams are ripe, and they are divided into pieces in time. It has been pounded into fine pieces, but I feel that it was sent late. The taste is not the same as golden chrysanthemum, but the fragrance should be paired with green sunflower. The old man loves the future and is thinking about slipping away.
On the 9th, I sent a letter to Doctor Yan, Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty.
On the 9th, I should be worried and think about it, and the time will be adventurous and difficult. How can I get out of Bashan without sleeping? The small post is fragrant and tender, with heavy rocks and fine chrysanthemum spots. I know a bunch of pommel horses in the distance, looking back among the white clouds.
At the end of autumn, Du Fu, Tang Dynasty
At the end of autumn, I traveled eastward and did not return, so I sent Mao Zhai to Kuma, Shaocheng. Tao Qianju is an old man by the fence, and Yuan Shao's cup is met on the river. Watching the sunset in the west alone on the snowy ridge, the sword gate still blocks the arrival of northerners. We are not afraid of being a guest thousands of miles away, when will our embrace be opened again?
On the ninth day of Yun'an, Zheng Shiba brought wine to accompany all the officials at a banquet. Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The flowers in the cold weather have all bloomed, and the chrysanthemums are only full of branches. The number of old pickers changes frequently, and the light-flavored wine temporarily follows. The ground is tilted at the beginning, and the mountains are more dangerous. All nations are armed, singing and weeping.
Looking at the Rain in the West Pavilion by Du Fu, Tang Dynasty
The rain on the building touches the cloud mantle, and the cold mountains touch the water city. The sand surface is added to the path, and the stone edges are reduced by the turbulence. The chrysanthemums are sparsely scattered, and the pine forest is filled with distant feelings. The vermilion sills are flooded with moisture, and thousands of people are thinking about the eaves and couplets.
Among the trees by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The two sweet trees are silent, and the fragrance of the courtyard is whirling. Jiao Ke has a few sticks that are hanging down and hindering his clothes. The full year is like pine green, while the chrysanthemum is waiting for yellow. I soaked in leaf dew several times and sat on the bed under the moon.
Twelve Poems of Resurrection by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Every time I hate Tao Pengze, I have no money for chrysanthemums. Now that the ninth day has arrived, I realize that I need to buy wine on credit.
Night Tang Dynasty·Du Fu
The sky is high and the autumn water is clear under the dew. The soul of traveling alone in the empty mountain at night is frightening. The sparse lamps shine on the lonely sail, and the new moon still hangs and the twin pestles sing. When Nanju meets someone who is ill again, he will not be able to write to Yanqing from the north. Buchan leans on his staff to watch the bull fight, while Yinhan meets Fengcheng from afar.
Village Rain by Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
The sound of rain has been heard for two nights, and it is cold and rustling in autumn. Pull out the belt to see Zhu Fu, open the box and see the black fur. The world is only good for sleep, and thieves dare to forget their worries. The pine and chrysanthemums are newly stained and washed, and the thatched cottage comforts the distant travels.
Five Poems in Nine Days by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Drinking a glass of wine alone during the Double Ninth Festival, I got sick and climbed the river to the stage. Bamboo leaves are no longer important to humans, so chrysanthemums no longer need to bloom. The ape cries when the sun sets in a different place, and the white geese come before the frost in the old country. The younger brothers and sisters are in depression and going their separate ways, and they are at war with each other.
(1) Pine:
1) Pine tree
(Tang Dynasty) Bai Juyi
Platinum in exchange for a green pine tree, you plant it first I don't care.
Fortunately, the west wind is easy to rely on, and it secretly brings good sounds late at night.
2) Xiaosong
(Tang Dynasty) Du Xunhe
Since childhood, the thorns have been buried deep in the grass, but now they are gradually becoming aware of the basil.
At that time, people did not know the Lingyun tree, and they waited until Lingyun began to flourish.
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What are the poems about pine, bamboo, plum and chrysanthemum
[1] Plum and Despite the wind and frost, the suffering is deep, the body is sick, the bones are thin, and the heart is frozen. After all the hardships, only the fragrance is left in the forest. 1. Leaning in front of the window tomorrow, will the winter plum blossoms bloom yet? (Wang Wei: Miscellaneous Ode) 2. There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. I don't know that there is not enough snow, but there is a faint fragrance coming. (Wang Anshi: Mei) [2] Lan The world of mortals does not care about pursuing fame, so it grows in empty mountains and valleys. Let's bury our bones with Shiquan and let it rain or shine in the world. 1. Orchid leaves are lush in spring, and sweet-scented osmanthus is bright and clear in autumn. (Zhang Jiuling: Feelings of Encounter Part 2) 2. Orchids grow in the vestibule, holding smoke and waiting for the breeze. (Tao Yuanming: Orchid) [3] Bamboo Speechless and speechless in the evening wind, a life of indifference will last forever. There is no way to be romantic and romantic. Who can be the same as the noble wind through the ages? 1. A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a foreteller of the warmth of the spring river. (Hui Chong: Chunjiang Xiaojing) 2. The whole world loves to plant flowers, but I only plant bamboos. (Zheng Banqiao: Bamboo) [4] Chrysanthemum Chrysanthemum All the flowers are cold-eyed and tired of the flashy, proud and unworthy, how can I escape? Waiting for the chrysanthemum, I am sad that autumn has come again, leaving only a flower in the sky and the earth. 1. Picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see Nanshan Mountain. (Tao Yuanming: Drinking) 2. Only the Oriental chrysanthemum is cold-resistant, and the golden millet is clearer at dawn when it first blooms. (Bai Juyi: Yong Chrysanthemum)
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Verses praising plum chrysanthemums
1. Poems praising plum blossoms: The king of plum trees has several branches in the corner of the stone wall The plum blossoms bloom alone in the cold weather. I know it is not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming. 2. Poems about pine trees and Song Dynasty. Body. 3. Poems about Bamboo by Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie) One verse after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves. Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies. 4. Poems about Chrysanthemums "He Guo Zhubu" by Tao Yuan of Jin Dynasty In the Ming Dynasty, the chrysanthemums are blooming in the forest, and the green pines are crowning the rocks. With this pure and beautiful appearance, Zhuo is the outstanding figure under the frost. Bamboo: Fan Gongcong's Bamboo Song and Preface. I saw the bamboo in the poem, and I admired Fan Gong's pure and elegant conduct, so I wrote a song to harmonize with it. People in the world can't understand the love for bamboo when they see it, so they know that you are planting bamboo in the courtyard of your house. This gentleman is lucky to have the land for the root. When he planted it, he heard that it was already big. The color is cold, and the maple leaves are drying in the evening. If you can clear the case and see it under the curtain, it is better to look out the window to the piano and book. For the king, the sun will be blocked, and the bamboo shoots will burst through the steps and come out. Keeping the integrity is too much for the censor, and I am willing to be like a man. Official writing. You don’t love the pine branches of Nanshan Mountain. The color of bamboo does not change in all seasons. In the cold weather, the yellow grass and trees have fallen, and you still know it since you were young.
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Who has a poem about pine, bamboo, orchid, plum and chrysanthemum
Leave a mark and type it slowly when you get home at night~ ———————————— Bamboo: Fan Gongcong’s Bamboo Song and preface by Cen Shenzifang The doctor who also served as the imperial censor Fan Gong planted bamboos in the Shaanxi embassy courtyard and wrote new bamboo poems to express his views. He admired Fan Gong's pure and elegant conduct, so he composed a song to harmonize with it. People in the world don't know how to love bamboo when they see it. I know that you are planting bamboo in the courtyard of your mansion. This gentleman was lucky enough to get the land with his roots. When he planted it, he heard that it was already big. The bushes look cold in the hot summer, and the maple leaves sound dry at night. If you can clear the case and see it under the curtain, it is better to look out the window of Qin Shu. For you, the yin will block out the sun, and the bamboo shoots will burst out through the steps. He who keeps integrity is partial to Yu Shishuang, and his humble wish is better than that of Lang Guan. Don't you love the branches of Nanshan pine? The color of bamboo does not change in all seasons. In the cold weather, all the grass and trees have turned yellow, as I have known since Qingqingjun. Zhuli Pavilion Wang Wei Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. Zhuli Pavilion Pei Di I have been to Zhuli Pavilion and had a blind date with Tao. Only mountain birds come and go, and it is so deep that there are no people in the world. Ci Lao Bamboo Li Bai There is Ci Lao Mountain in the north of Dangtu County, with piles of rocks overlooking the river, steep walls and turbulent winds and waves. The mountain produces bamboo, which is round and sparsely knotted and can be used as a flute, with a rhythm in its sound. Wild bamboos grow on rocks, and the smoke reflects the river islands. The green color is deep, the waves are deep, and the voice is cold and early. The dragon's chant has never been heard, but the phoenix's song should be played well. If you don't learn from the willow tree, your sincerity will always protect you. Yan Zheng's Mansion and the Bamboo Ode by Du Fu The green bamboos are half-contained, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall. The color invades the book and it's late, and the wine bottle is cool in the shade. The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow. Wuyong Bamboo Bridge in Xun Gongyuan Liu Zongyuan The dangerous bridge is a secluded path, winding through the sparse forest. Bursting baskets divide the bitter festivals, light baskets hold an open mind. Look down at the trickling stream and listen to the singing of Xiao Xiao. On a misty day in the lake, the mountain birds sing in mockery. There is no need to use it, but there is more shade to live in. Bamboo Path Li Deyu The wild bamboos form a path of their own that surrounds the stream for more than three miles. Tan Luan is covered with layers of blankets, and the clear canal is reflected in the desolate scenery. The forest is quiet at sunset, and the wind moves and the valley is empty. The Tian family has few old friends, who is willing to kill and burn fish? Hsinchu Yuanzhen The new bamboo basket has just been untied, and the cold color is already green. The powder is slowly floating in the air, and the wind is gradually swaying. There are many sparse trees, and the sun shines through, but they are sparse and do not form clumps. Only unity and unity, steadfastness and unity are the same. Newly Planted Bamboo by Bai Juyi Zuoyi feels unwell, and grass grows behind closed doors. Why entertain the wild nature by planting hundreds of bamboo stems? Seeing this is so exciting that I can recall the love in the mountains. Sometimes when I have time off from official duties, I walk around the fence all day long. Don't say that the roots are not yet solid, and don't say that the Yin is not yet established. Already I feel that in the courtyard, there is a clear feeling at every tip. I love lying by the window the most, listening to the sound of branches in the autumn wind. Rewarding people to play with bamboo after the rain Xue Tao When it rains in spring in the south, you can see the snow and frost. All kinds of things are also luxuriant, and the mind is humble and calm. If Jinxian stays drunk for a long time, he will be sad with Concubine Shun early. In your later years, you can reward me, and the sky is full of wonders. Tongguo Staff Cui Pu shoots the bamboo in front of the Huainan Jiedu Envoy Hall. Liu Changqing used to plant it in the Liangwang Garden, but now it has been moved to the Han Dynasty General Altar.
I passed through the cage with my head low, and looked at the green rolling curtain. When the land is moved and the roots are far away, it is difficult for the frost to hold the joints. The flowers blossom into phoenix fruits, and the young shoots grow into fishing rods. Ai Ai's army is quiet, Xiao Xiaojun's Yu is wide. The sound is soft and the corners are twilight, and the sparse shadows are cold at the door. How has Xiangpu changed? Several places in Shanyang have been destroyed. I don't know how to face Yuan An on the side of Xuanping. Xiran's younger brother Zhuting, Meng Haoran, I have had close friendships with my second and third sons throughout my life. With the ambition of a swan, there is a bird's heart in suffering. The air is flowing, the breeze is blowing in the bamboo forest. Da is the fun in wine and the occasional sound on the piano. Living in seclusion in Yiling by Li She Carrying Guo Yishan is a path deep, with thousands of poles sinking like bunches of green. I have always loved things so much that I moved my house into a bamboo forest after hard work. Ku Huang Tiao Xiao Yin Li He Who said Xuanyuan was in the current affairs, Ling Lun picked bamboo twenty-four. Ling Lun collected it from Kunqiu and divided it into twelve parts according to Xuanyuan's imperial edict. Ling Lun uses it to correct the rhythm, and Xuanyuan uses it to adjust the vitality. When the Yellow Emperor ascended to heaven, he was accompanied by twenty-three officers. There is only one pipe left to blow in the world. If you can't get it, you can't get it. This pipe is buried in Yushun Temple. Playing with Bamboo in the Courtyard of Friends Shi Jianwu I once went to Xuanzhou to see the jade trees, which looked like the bamboos in the courtyard of your home. Visitors don't need to breathe in the breeze, hanging a crown here is enough to keep cool. Hsinchu Han Yu adds bamboo shoots to the south, and becomes clear every day. The razor section has stored frost, and the yellow buds are still covering the emerald green. There are five or six in the market, and three or four in the house. The high standard is strict in autumn, and the pure color captures the beauty of spring. The sparse growth and cleverness make up the forest, and doubts burst out to fight for the ground. Vertical and horizontal, it follows the line at first, and it is brilliant and endless. The branches are not blown by the wind, but the dew powder is first filled with tears. Who can play with it? Qing Jingkong stares at it. Inscribed by Liu Xiucai, Hsinchu, and Du Mu. Several stems are of faint jade color, separated by green smoke at dawn and dusk. The sound breaks through the cold window dream, and the roots penetrate the green moss pattern. Gradually the sun is closing in on the threshold, and the clouds are trying to get in the way of the curtain. If you are not a guest from Shanyin, who would love you? When the bamboo shoots are eaten for the first time, they appear in the seat. Li Shangyin The tender bamboo shoots are just coming out of the forest. The price of the Five Tombs is as heavy as gold. There are countless people in the imperial capital, land and sea, who can't bear to cut Ling Yun's heart even an inch. Inscribed on the bamboo in front of Zheng Chang's hall, Jia Dao. The green bamboo stands beside the poem and wine, and Chanjuan is full of thoughts. The tangled branches are covered with snow, and the leaves are blooming in the cold wind. Xiao Sa suspected that the spring had passed by, but there was a similar path when he returned. The root of the invasion was unearthed, and the bamboo shoots grew in clusters next door. Outside the screen window, there is a clear sound in the room. Watching the rolling curtain all day long, sleeping on the pillow for the same autumn. Prince Ruan sings songs over thousands of hectares, and accompanies Duke Ruan with thousands of poles. The dew is full of pity, and the rain stream is filled with love. Xiegu dominates Hubei, and Xiangchuan dominates the east of the river. On the side of the Xuan threshold, the green sky curls up. Wang Yu called the bamboo in the official residence "Who planted hundreds of poles of Xiaoxiao", but when accompanied by chants, it was called "idle official". Don't compete with the beauty of spring, but stay lonely and chaste and wait for the cold weather. The sound of the piano bed creates elegance, and the shadow of the chess game brings happiness. Even if we remove it next year, we will still have to see it in the snow this winter. Garden Bamboo by Shi Zhiyuan If you remove the flowers and plant this kind of bamboo, the whole garden will be cold and green, and it will be dust-free. The summer days are full of leisure, but there is still a breeze blowing around. Ode to the Golden Bamboo by Jiang Tang A hundred yi's coldness precedes a path deep, and the unsuspecting fortune casts it into a forest. Those who are greedy or those who rely on the railing will not see Xiuhuang but gold. Bamboo by Song Qi Cultivating the tips is out of the ordinary, resigning to humbleness and refusing to clump. There is integrity and uprightness in the sky, and there is no mind and emptiness. Purple Bamboo Mei Yaochen Xiuzhu is produced in the southwest, and its color is different from East Yun green. The cut flute reflects the sandalwood lips, and the branches lead to the phoenix. Moving thousands of miles away, I will not be reborn in the deep valley. Planting Bamboo Zhai Sima Guang I love Wang Ziyou, so I plant bamboo in my Zhanzhai. A day is indispensable, and the coolness is always in your eyes. The snow and frost are only white, and the leaves do not change to green. The unique stone Jilun, the golden valley full of corals. The Jun Pavilion of Huazangyuan Yingzhu, Wang Anshi, has a forest with four cool buildings, how long does the lingering shadow linger? People pity straight people who are born thin, and they are expected to become more mature as they grow older. It once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia terrestris, and finally followed the pines and cypresses to the frost. I regret to take the root of the plant, but I want to beg Ling Lun to learn from Phoenix. Golden Bamboo by Lü Tao There are bamboos in the Qujiang River. Their color is dark yellow and the eyes inside are golden bamboos. Xiuzhu is already lovely, but its condition is like gold again. Heaven and earth are in harmony, frost and snow are as strong as the heart. Yunzhi grows with knots, and chestnut and jade grow into forests. Looking back at the Weichuan River, the mountains are surrounded by green shade. Bamboo Pavilion Shen Liao The ancients loved to cultivate bamboo, and they came to the secluded pavilion with ease. The energy section is high-spirited, the sound is clear, and there is no vulgar noise. The fight in spring is trivial, but the autumn wind shakes the dryness. Who would have thought that Weichuan is so rich that a thousand acres can hold a crown? Ode to Bamboo by Wei Xiang This gentleman is upright and natural, how can he imitate the enchanting flowers and beautiful masters of the pavilion? The light frost on the jade stick does not fall off, and the round jade leaves no trace when rubbed dry. If spring does not grow, the branches and leaves will multiply by themselves. If there is land, the root will eventually grow. Whoever recommends a clear temple for the sound of cutting, and who is sure to win a good tree will sacrifice the bottle. Chanting Bamboo and Wen Tongzhu. Cold and green. Along the Xiangjiang River, the Wei River meanders. The curtains are green and brocade, and the spears and spears are green jade. The humility is different from the grass and trees, and the strength is more than ordinary trees. The dragon-turned-staff enters the fairy mound, calling out the phoenix and the rhythm of the divine valley. Yue'e's scarf is draped cleanly and slowly, and the wind girl's music is clear and solemn. Drinking in the woods shakes the broken shadows to shake gold, and playing chess on the stone clears the yin and overturns the game. Dr. Qu expelled Tu Yue Jiao Lan, and Mr. Tao returned to look for pine and chrysanthemum. If Tan Luan's behavior is invincible to the king, his elegant and unrestrained posture will be incomparable to that of a servant. In Qian Monk Luyunxuan Su Shi You can eat without meat, but cannot live without bamboo. No meat makes you thin, and no bamboo makes you vulgar. People who are thin can still gain weight, but scholars and common people cannot cure it. People around me laugh at this statement, which seems to be high and foolish. If you still chew on this, there will be Yangzhou cranes in the world.
Poem of Cherishing Bamboo