Zheng Qing Banqiao
Light smoke Gu Mo, write half of this gentleman,
There is no need to report peace, you have seen strong winds.
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
Tell me to go back to Li, draw bamboo and bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.
Zheng Qing Banqiao
If you don't lose your black veil, your sleeves will get cold;
Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.
Junior Li Aishan's predecessor
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
Why look for the autumn wind to find the bamboo road?
It's cloudy, where is the autumn sound?
And the works of learning messengers presented by Yu Dianyuan.
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
Zhou Yang has been a painter for ten years. He is a painter who has used ochre ink instead of rouge for a long time.
The bamboos and cypresses written have no color, but they sell outdated Dongfeng.
Hotels in Yan Zheng sing bamboo and Du Fu.
The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds 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.
Liu Zongyuan, Kuzhu Qiaoyuan.
Gao Qiao is connected with a faint path, winding through the sparse bamboo forest. Share hardships and be humble. Overlooking the trickle,
Listen to the rustling songs. Clouds in the pool, birds in the mountains. I'm afraid Tianjin won't be needed. The habitat is much cooler.
Zhu Deyu
Wild bamboo has its own path, more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs are covered with layers of mounds, reflecting the clear canal sadly.
Looking at Lin Jing at sunset, Zhigu is popular. With few family and friends, who wants to cook fish?
Yuan Zhen Xin Zhu
Cool colors are 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.
2. Four poems describing bamboo in the past: Wang Wei, a bamboo house, leaning alone in the dense bamboo, I played the pipa and hummed a song, so quietly that no one could hear me except my partner Mingyue. Zhulou has been to Zhulou, and it was a blind date with Tao that day. There are only birds in the mountains, but no one on earth. Loving Mother Bamboo Li Bai There is Loving Mother Mountain in the north of dangtu county. The rocks lean against the river, and the shore is steep and stormy. Bamboo produced in the mountains is round and sparse, which can be regarded as a flute with sound and rhyme. The smoke reflects Dao Jiang. The emerald color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. The dragon has never heard of it, so you should play the phoenix song well. Never learn from willow leaves and protect yourself forever. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half full, 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 with fragrance ... Listen to the rustling songs. It rains in the pool and birds sing in the mountains. I'm afraid it's not necessary in Tianjin. The habitat is more than shade. Bamboo Trail Li Deyu Wild Bamboo has its own trail, which is more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs covered a mound, and the desolate scenery reflected the clear canal. Looking at Lin Jing at sunset, it is well known that the valley is empty. With few old friends at home, who wants to cook fish? Loyalty is the same size. Newly planted bamboo is easy to adapt to the city and grow grass behind closed doors. Why do you want to entertain the wild and plant 100 multi-stem bamboo? Seeing this kind of excitement can remind you of the feeling in the mountains. Sometimes after work, you can walk around the fence every day. Don't say that your foundation is not solid, and you can't say that you are unsuccessful. You have felt that the treetops in the yard are clear. You love lying on your back in front of the window, and the autumn wind is ringing. People who play with bamboo can be rewarded after the snow and rain. With the sadness in the early days of shunfei, you can enjoy yourself in your later years, and the splendor is amazing. With Guo's staff, he shot bamboo pole Liu Changqing in front of the Huainan provincial department, and now he has moved to the altar of Han Jiang. The cage is low and the crown is high, and the green blinds look. The land moved far away, but it was difficult to hold a festival after first frost. Flowers become phoenixes, and tender bamboo shoots grow fishing rods. The army is quiet, the raining county is wide, the sound is soft, and there is dusk. At the end of the year, I became good friends with Yuan An, Ran's younger brother Meng Haoran and my second and third sons. I'm ambitious, a bamboo forest. It's very interesting in wine and occasionally rings on the piano. Li Shefu, who lives in Yiling, is deeply immersed in Guo Yishan, and his shoulder pole is as heavy as blue. I never loved many things, so I moved to the bamboo forest. Xuanyuan imperial edict is divided into twelve parts. Linglun used it to correct the rhythm, and Xuanyuan used it to adjust its vitality. At that time, the Yellow Emperor went to heaven, and twenty-three tubes were salty. There is only one pipe left to blow, and it is impossible to get it. This pipe is buried in Yu Shun Temple. Jianwu, a friend who plays with him, went to Xuanzhou to see jade planting. Your family seems to be full of Tingzhu. Guests don't need to breathe the breeze, so Crown is cool and self-sufficient here. Nanzhu is added to the bamboo shoots of Hsinchu and Hanyu. When you are at a high standard, Ling Qiuyan wins the charm of spring. It is rare to make up the forest skillfully, and there are questions and disputes. At first glance, it is full of romance. Show your tears before the wind blows. Who can play with it and stare at the empty scenery? Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are like jade, and the morning mist is green. The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear moss lines. The price of the five tombs is as heavy as gold. There are countless imperial capitals, countless land and sea, and I forbear to cut Lingyun one inch. The topic is that the bamboo in front of Zheng Chang's waiting hall is close to poetry, and Chan Juan is insatiable. The snow on the branches is low and the cold wind on the leaves is strong. Xiaosa is suspicious of spring and has different paths. The roots of the court were unearthed, and bamboo shoots clustered next door. Outside the screen window, the sound room was silent. The shutter watches all day. Xiangchuan dominates Shuidong. He Ruxuan is at the edge of the sill, and the sky is gray. Yu Wang, the official bamboo house, called him a carefree official. He didn't compete with Yao Yan for spring scenery, and stayed alone until it was cold. The sound of the piano makes the piano bed elegant, and the shadow invades the chess game. Next year, we will see it in the snow this winter. Ting Zhiyuan moved a group of flowers to plant this gentleman, which is even more cold and green. Suspicious nature has cast a forest. Those who are greedy for husbands or have railings can't see pruning, but they can see gold. Zhu Geqi pruned and left the class, refusing to cluster. There is a knot and the sky is straight, and there is no way to be empty. Purple bamboo plum Yao Chen is produced in the southwest, and its color is different from that of Dong Junlv. Cutting flute reflects sandalwood lips, leading branches to phoenix lodge. Moving thousands of miles away will not change the valley. I love Wang Ziyou, Sima Guang, a bamboo building. Ke Ye doesn't change green. Better than Shi Jilun, coral is full of golden valleys. In the Chinese Tibetan Academy, this pavilion sings bamboo Wang Anshi all the way, but it has four coolness, and the aftertaste is no longer long. People are poor and straight, born thin, and make themselves more rigid as they get older. They once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia annua, but eventually they followed the pine and cypress to first frost. Sorry for rooting plants, I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix.
3. Poems describing bamboo (4 sentences) Note that it is a poem, not a whole poem. Write down the author, the title of the poem, the dynasty of Zhu,,, and half of this gentleman. There is no need to report peace, the high-spirited breeze has been seen. Zhu Zheng Banqiao insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks; Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north, south and north. You told me to go back to my hometown and throw bamboo to Minqing Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman in Wei County, so you won't be an official, and your sleeves will get cold. Write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the autumn wind river. Why did Li Aishan's predecessor (Qing) find the autumn wind in Zhudao? It's cloudy, where is the autumn sound? Zheng Banqiao has been a painter in Yangzhou for ten years. He wrote in Yangzhou that bamboo and cypress are colorless and sold out of date by the east wind. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-shouldered, 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 away and Juanjuan was clean. With an open mind, overlook the trickle and listen to the rustling songs. It rains in the pool and birds sing in the mountains. I'm afraid it's useless to use Tianjin, but it's cloudy. Bamboo Trail is a wild bamboo in Li Deyu, which is more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs are covered with layers of mounds, and the desolate scenery reflects the clear canal. Watching Lin Jing at sunset is very popular to know that the valley is empty. Family friends are few, who wants to * * *.
4. Write four poems containing the word "bamboo". What are the poems about bamboo?
fang zhimin
The snow pressed the bamboo head very low,
I want to get dirty.
From the red sun,
Still in harmony with heaven.
House of Bamboo
Wang Wei
Leaning alone in the dense bamboo,
I played the lute and hummed.
It's too light for anyone to hear,
Except my comrade, Mingyue.
House of Bamboo
Pei Di
I've been to Julie's Pavilion,
Ri and Tao are blind dates.
Mountain birds in and out,
There is no one in the world.
A kind of bamboo
Zhenbanqiao
One paragraph after another,
Thousands of branches and leaves exist;
I don't blossom,
Avoid teasing bees and butterflies.
5. Five-word and four-sentence poems on bamboo in ancient times: the tall bamboo is in the water, the tall bamboo is in the water, and the flowers are in the shadow of the cliff. A virgin is a gentleman's heart. Spring is not flattering, but it is long and deep. ChristianRandPhillips used to play drums and sing songs. She was disappointed to see the sun. Cold bamboo article Fu Ruojin cold bamboo in the stream, stone born He Leilei. Because the land is thick, the sunshine in spring scatters the scenery. But I'm afraid of being shocked by dust. It is right to be different when you are cold, and you don't regret being late. The shadows of the garden don't rest, and the valley is full of sorrow. Gentlemen fall in love and cherish the sea of clouds. The nature of bamboo dare not change, and neither do people. I would like to say that I planted after I died, and I don't want to hurt the firewood. I sing bamboo in Fang Zhimin, I want to get wet, and I have a blind date with the sun. There are only birds in the mountains, but no one on earth. Loving Mother Bamboo Li Bai There is Loving Mother Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where stones are piled up and overlooking the river. The bank wall is steep and the wind and waves are sharp. Bamboo produced in the mountains is round and sparse, which can be regarded as a flute with sound and rhyme. Wild bamboo is full of stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang. The green color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. Long Ge hasn't heard of it. Phoenix songs have just come out of the wall to play well. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew fine fragrance. But there is no cut, so the clouds are long. Liu Zongyuan, the dangerous bridge of Kuzhu Bridge in Wu Yong, Gong Yuan, is a secluded path that winds through the sparse forest. This is a bitter festival, and it is easy. The desolate scenery reflects the clear canal. When you see Lin Jing at sunset, you usually know that the valley is empty. There are not many old friends at home, but who wants to cook the fish? Hsinchu Yuanzhen's new hairpin can only solve this problem, and the cool color is already green. Ran Ran floating condensed powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind. It is sparse and does not become a cluster. Only the reunion is the same size as the firmness. Newly planted. Walk around the fence all day. Don't say that the roots are not solid and the yin is not successful. I feel that the courtyard is very clear. I like to go back to the window and lie down. The autumn wind is ringing. When I watch people play with the spring rain in the south after the snowy rain, I will learn from the snow and frost. All kinds of people are also floating clouds. I am modest and willing to hold myself. I'll get drunk with Jinxian early, and I'll be with Shunfei in the same sorrow. I can enjoy a gentleman in his twilight years, and I will be as green as possible. I will look at the green scrolling screen and shoot. The ground is far from the roots, but it is difficult to hold the knot through the frost. Flowers turn into phoenix, and tender bamboo shoots grow into fishing rods. The army is quiet, Shan Ye is in a wide corner, and the shadow on the door is cold. When sumo changed, Yang Shan was left behind in several places. I don't know the profile of the porch screen, but I met Yuan An at the end of the year. Ran's younger brother, Meng Haoran and his second and third sons are lifelong friends. He is pregnant with Hong. There is occasional sound on the piano. Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo will clear up. The bright green festival has been hidden by frost, and the yellow buds are still covered with green. After leaving the market, it will be five or six. You will be a high-standard Ling Qiuyan, and your virginity will win the charm of spring. You will fill the forest skillfully, and you will have doubts and disputes. You will be brilliant at first sight. Before the wind blows, you will have tears in your eyes. Who can handle it? Roots wear moss lines, gradually cage for the threshold, want to enter the curtain cloud. If this gentleman is not a guest of Yin Shan, who will love him? The topic is bamboo and green bamboo in front of Zhengchang Hall, and the meditation is endless. The branches are littered with low snow, and the leaves are chilly. Xiaosa thinks that spring is over, and he has the same way. Invasion of the court is rooted out, and bamboo shoots are clustered next door. Outside the screen, Xiangchuan dominates Shuidong. He Ruxuan is at the edge of the sill, and the sky is gray. Bamboo songs leave the class together and refuse to cluster. There are days when the sky is straight, and there is no heart for the road. Zizhumei Yao Chen is produced in the southwest with different colors. The flute cuts the tan lips, and the branches should attract the phoenix. It moved from thousands of miles away, without changing the valley. I love, borrow lent bamboo. Coral valley is full of gold. Reed algae Qujiang has bamboo, which is dark yellow in color. Bamboo cultivation is lovely and the conditions are as good as gold. Heaven and earth are positive colors, and frost and snow are stronger than the heart. Coriolus versicolor has a knot, and chestnut jade is planted into a forest. Looking back at Weichuan, the mountains are surrounded by greenery. Bamboo Xuan Shen Liao ancients loved to plant bamboo, and it was chic and close to Youxuan. High intensity, clear voice and no vulgar noise. I used a bamboo. I have never written a song. Teacher Huang Tingjian and I grow bamboo in the city. This gentleman is a true friend. When the roots grow, the bamboo shoots grow. When the wind blows, the grass rings. Grass will break three roads, see you at the end of the year. When Hsinchu bamboo and spring thunder are in the shade, the grass will bloom. I grow bamboo in the south window. In the end, there is no vulgar feeling. Preface to Xiaoxiang Bamboo Poems Xiong Wenyu 199 1. In April, the Chinese bamboo culture lasted for five thousand years. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all related to bamboo. Poetry, calligraphy and painting are all rolled up with bamboo slips. How many elegant people have sent their feelings to a secluded place. There are six gentlemen in Zhuxi and seven sages in Zhulin. Dongpo has three unique skills. Never wither after winter. The wind is more natural and unrestrained, and Mingjie is more tenacious and firm. We have inherited the style of bamboo and studied it for decades. I have collected poems, paintings and calligraphy in my spare time and sorted out more than 10 thousand words. I spread bamboo culture and admired it everywhere. I love bamboo, too. When we meet, we celebrate our fate together. Let's talk about counting words first, and use electricity to write poems. My friend Liang Tiejun, a chivalrous man, painted bamboo (Qing Dynasty), and Kang Youwei was born in Lingyun Festival. It is particularly vivid. Preface to Bamboo Poetry is Zhou Fangchun 199 1 New Year's Day. He lived there for three and a half years and sat quietly reading poems. Bamboo culture in China has a long history of several thousand years. Poetry is like a flood, so it is impossible to read it carefully. He browsed more than 10,000 volumes and chose more than 10,000 words. He has been learning bamboo slips since ancient times. Modesty is a natural disposition, and nobleness is a lifelong expense. The wind pole is not bent, and the storm skin is cleaner. The bamboo arrow hit the bear. It is difficult for you to eat, wear, live and use. The more outstanding your contribution is, the stronger your feelings will be. If this wind continues, bamboo forests will be destroyed. I compose bamboo poems and dedicate them to readers. I advise you to cherish bamboo and develop its style. I was born with the title of Du Fu in Tang Dynasty, a thatched cottage outside the river, and I want to escape from nature. I love drinking bamboo, and I will be surrounded by nymphs.
6. Four ancient poems about Mei Lan, Zhu Ju, are ancient poems: 1 and plum blossoms.
Author: Wang Song Anshi
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Vernacular translation: Several plum blossoms in that corner are blooming alone in the cold. Why do you know from a distance that Bai Meihua is not snow? Because there is a faint plum blossom fragrance.
2. "Xuemei No.1"
Author: Song Lu Meipo
Xue Mei refused to surrender for spring, and the poet pavilion commented on the pen fee.
The snow in Mei Xu Xun is three points white, but the snow has lost a kind of plum fragrance.
Both plum blossom and snowflake think that they have occupied all the spring scenery, and no one will give up. It is difficult for poets to write critical articles. To be fair, plum blossoms make snowflakes crystal white, but snowflakes lose to plum blossoms.
3. Ode to Orchids
Author: Qing Kangxi
Graceful flowers, long green leaves, it is difficult to hide the fragrance in the valley when the wind comes.
Don't take it for granted, even if no one is proud of it.
Vernacular translation: the flowers with graceful green leaves are hard to hide their fragrance when the wind blows. Elegant, modest and practical, it is still open even if no one appreciates it.
4. quatrains
Author: Wang Yuan Tingjun
Bamboo shadow poetry is thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams.
The poor moon won't go down to the west wing tonight.
Vernacular translation: thin bamboo shadows and poems, plum blossoms accompany me to sleep. It's a pity that my mood is like the moon tonight, and I won't fall in the west wing.
5. cold chrysanthemum
Author: Zheng Song Xiao Si
Flowers can't bloom, and independent fences are not poor.
It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.
Vernacular translation: Chrysanthemum is in full bloom in autumn, never interacting with flowers, and it is independent and hedged, and its taste is not bad.
I would rather wither and die on the branches than blow in the cold north wind!
7. Four old-fashioned poems: Wang Wei, a bamboo building, leaning alone in the dense bamboo. I played the pipa and hummed, and my voice was too low. No one could hear me except my companion Mingyue. Zhulou has been to Zhulou, and it was a blind date with Tao that day. There are only birds in the mountains, but no one on earth. Li Bai, a loving mother bamboo, has a loving mother mountain in the north of dangtu county, where there are piles of stones on the river, and the shore is steep and windy. Bamboo produced in the mountains is round and sparse, which can be regarded as a flute with sound and rhyme. The smoke reflects Dao Jiang. The emerald color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. The dragon has never heard of it, so you should play the phoenix song well. Never learn from willow leaves and protect yourself forever. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half full, 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 with fragrance ... Listen to the rustling songs. It rains in the pool and birds sing in the mountains. I'm afraid it's not necessary in Tianjin. The habitat is more than shade. Bamboo Trail Li Deyu Wild Bamboo has its own trail, which is more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs covered a mound, and the desolate scenery reflected the clear canal. Watching Lin Jing at sunset is very popular to know that the valley is empty. With few old friends at home, who wants to cook fish? Loyalty is the same size. Newly planted bamboo is easy to adapt to the city and grow grass behind closed doors. Why do you want to entertain the wild and plant 100 multi-stem bamboo? Seeing this kind of excitement can remind you of the feeling in the mountains. Sometimes after work, you can walk around the fence every day. Don't say that your foundation is not solid, and you can't say that you are unsuccessful. You have already felt the signs in the yard are very clear. You love to lie back against the window, and the branches of the autumn wind ring. People who play with bamboo can be rewarded after the snow and rain. With the sadness in the early days of shunfei, you can enjoy yourself in your later years, and the splendor is amazing. With Guo's staff, he shot bamboo pole Liu Changqing in front of the Huainan provincial department, and now he has moved to the altar of Han Jiang. The cage is very low, wearing a crown and seeing the green shutters. The land moved far away, but it was difficult to hold a festival after first frost. Flowers become phoenixes, and tender bamboo shoots grow fishing rods. The army is quiet, the raining county is wide, the sound is soft, and there is dusk. At the end of the year, I became good friends with Yuan An, Ran's younger brother Meng Haoran and my second and third sons. I'm ambitious, a bamboo forest. It's very interesting in wine and occasionally rings on the piano. Li Shefu, who lives in Yiling, is deeply immersed in Guo Yishan, and his shoulder pole is as heavy as blue. I never loved many things, so I moved to the bamboo forest. Xuanyuan imperial edict is divided into twelve parts. Linglun used it to correct the rhythm, and Xuanyuan used it to adjust its vitality. At that time, the Yellow Emperor went to heaven, and twenty-three tubes were salty. There is only one pipe left to blow, and it is impossible to get it. This pipe is buried in Yu Shun Temple. Jianwu, a friend who plays with him, went to Xuanzhou to see jade planting. Your family seems to be full of Tingzhu. Guests don't need to breathe the breeze, so Crown is cool and self-sufficient here. Nanzhu is added to the bamboo shoots of Hsinchu and Hanyu. When you are at a high standard, Ling Qiuyan wins the charm of spring. It is rare to make up the forest skillfully, and there are questions and disputes. At first glance, it is full of romance. Show your tears before the wind blows. Who can play with it and stare at the empty scenery? Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are like jade, and the morning mist is green. The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear moss lines. The price of the five tombs is as heavy as gold. There are countless imperial capitals, countless land and sea, and I forbear to cut Lingyun one inch. The topic is that the bamboo in front of Zheng Chang's waiting hall is close to poetry, and Chan Juan is insatiable. The snow on the branches is low and the cold wind on the leaves is strong. Xiao Sa suspected spring, the court root was unearthed, and the bamboo shoots were next door. Outside the screen window, the quiet room is full of music. The shutter watches all day. Xiangchuan dominates Shuidong. He Ruxuan is at the edge of the sill, and the sky is gray. Yu Wang, the official bamboo house, called him a carefree official. He didn't compete with Yao Yan for spring scenery, and stayed alone until it was cold. The sound of the piano makes the piano bed elegant, and the shadow invades the chess game. Next year, we will see it in the snow this winter. Ting Zhiyuan moved a group of flowers to plant this gentleman, which is even more cold and green. Suspicious nature has cast a forest. Those who are greedy for husbands or have railings can't see pruning, but they can see gold. Zhu Geqi pruned and left the class, refusing to cluster. There is a knot and the sky is straight, and there is no way to be empty. Purple bamboo plum Yao Chen is produced in the southwest, and its color is different from that of Dong Junlv. Cutting flute reflects sandalwood lips, leading branches to phoenix lodge. Moving thousands of miles away will not change the valley. I love Wang Ziyou, Sima Guang, a bamboo building. Ke Ye doesn't change green. Better than Shi Jilun, coral is full of golden valleys. In the Chinese Tibetan Academy, this pavilion sings bamboo Wang Anshi all the way, but it has four coolness, and the aftertaste is no longer long. People are poor and straight, born thin, and make themselves more rigid as they get older. They once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia annua, but eventually they followed the pine and cypress to first frost. Sorry for rooting plants, I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix.
8. Five-word and four-sentence poems on bamboo in ancient times: the tall bamboo is in the water, the tall bamboo is in the water, and the flowers are in the shade of the cliff. A virgin is a gentleman's heart. Spring is not flattering, but it is long and deep. ChristianRandPhillips used to play drums and sing songs. She was disappointed to see the sun. Cold bamboo article Fu Ruojin cold bamboo in the stream, stone born He Leilei. Because the land is thick, the sunshine in spring scatters the scenery. But I'm afraid of being shocked by dust. It is right to be different when you are cold, and you don't regret being late. The shadows of the garden don't rest, and the valley is full of sorrow. Gentlemen fall in love and cherish the sea of clouds. The nature of bamboo dare not change, and neither do people. I would like to say that I planted after I died, and I don't want to hurt the firewood. I sing bamboo in Fang Zhimin, I want to get wet, and I have a blind date with the sun. There are only birds in the mountains, but no one on earth. Loving Mother Bamboo Li Bai There is Loving Mother Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where stones are piled up and overlooking the river. The bank wall is steep and the wind and waves are sharp. Bamboo produced in the mountains is round and sparse, which can be regarded as a flute with sound and rhyme. Wild bamboo is full of stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang. The green color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. Long Ge hasn't heard of it. Phoenix songs have just come out of the wall to play well. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew fine fragrance. But there is no cut, so the clouds are long. Liu Zongyuan, the dangerous bridge of Kuzhu Bridge in Wu Yong, Gong Yuan, is a secluded path that winds through the sparse forest. This is a bitter festival, and it is easy. The desolate scenery reflects the clear canal. When you see Lin Jing at sunset, you usually know that the valley is empty. There are not many old friends at home, but who wants to cook the fish? Hsinchu Yuanzhen's new hairpin can only solve this problem, and the cool color is already green. Ran Ran floating condensed powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind. It is sparse and does not become a cluster. Only the reunion is the same size as the firmness. Newly planted. Walk around the fence all day. Don't say that the roots are not solid and the yin is not successful. I feel that the courtyard is very clear. I like to go back to the window and lie down. The autumn wind is ringing. When I watch people play with the spring rain in the south after the snowy rain, I will learn from the snow and frost. All kinds of people are also floating clouds. I am modest and willing to hold myself. I'll get drunk with Jinxian early, and I'll be with Shunfei in the same sorrow. I can enjoy a gentleman in his twilight years, and I will be as green as possible. I will look at the green scrolling screen and shoot. The ground is far from the roots, but it is difficult to hold the knot through the frost. Flowers turn into phoenix, and tender bamboo shoots grow into fishing rods. The military is quiet, and the country is wide and quiet. The shadow on the door is cold. When sumo changed, Yang Shan was left in several places. I don't know the profile of the porch screen, but I met Yuan An at the end of the year. Ran's younger brother, Meng Haoran and his second and third sons have forged a lifelong friendship. They are pregnant. There is occasional sound on the piano. Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo will clear up. The bright green festival has been hidden by frost, and the yellow buds are still covered with green. After leaving the market, it will be five or six. You will be a high-standard Ling Qiuyan, and your virginity will win the charm of spring. You will fill the forest skillfully, and you will have doubts and disputes. You will be brilliant at first sight. Before the wind blows, you will have tears in your eyes. Who can handle it? Roots wear moss lines, gradually cage for the threshold, want to enter the curtain cloud. If this gentleman is not a guest of Yin Shan, who will love him? The topic is bamboo and green bamboo in front of Zhengchang Hall, and the meditation is endless. The branches are littered with low snow, and the leaves are chilly. Xiaosa thinks that spring is over, and he has the same way. Invasion of the court is rooted out, and bamboo shoots are clustered next door. Outside the screen, Xiangchuan dominates Shuidong. He Ruxuan is at the edge of the sill, and the sky is gray. Bamboo songs leave the class together and refuse to cluster. There are days when the sky is straight, and there is no heart for the road. Zizhumei Yao Chen is produced in the southwest with different colors. The flute cuts the tan lips, and the branches should attract the phoenix. It moved from thousands of miles away, without changing the valley. I love, borrow lent bamboo. Coral valley is full of gold. Reed algae Qujiang has bamboo, which is dark yellow in color. Bamboo cultivation is lovely and the conditions are as good as gold. Heaven and earth are positive colors, and frost and snow are stronger than the heart. Coriolus versicolor has a knot, and chestnut jade is planted into a forest. Looking back at Weichuan, the mountains are surrounded by greenery. Bamboo Xuan Shen Liao ancients loved to plant bamboo, and it was chic and close to Youxuan. High intensity, clear voice and no vulgar noise. I used a bamboo. I have never written a song. Teacher Huang Tingjian and I grow bamboo in the city. This gentleman is a true friend. When the roots grow, the bamboo shoots grow. When the wind blows, the grass rings. Grass will break three roads, see you at the end of the year. When Hsinchu bamboo and spring thunder are in the shade, the grass will bloom. I grow bamboo in the south window. In the end, there is no vulgar feeling. Preface to Xiaoxiang Bamboo Poems Xiong Wenyu 199 1. In April, the Chinese bamboo culture lasted for five thousand years. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are all related to bamboo. Poetry, calligraphy and painting are all rolled up with bamboo slips. How many elegant people have sent their feelings to a secluded place. There are six gentlemen in Zhuxi and seven sages in Zhulin. Dongpo has three unique skills. Never wither after winter. The wind is more natural and unrestrained, and Mingjie is more tenacious and firm. We have inherited the style of bamboo and studied it for decades. I have collected poems, paintings and calligraphy in my spare time and sorted out more than 10 thousand words. I spread bamboo culture and admired it everywhere. I love bamboo, too. When we meet, we celebrate our fate together. Let's talk about counting words first, and use electricity to write poems. My friend Liang Tiejun, a chivalrous man, painted bamboo (Qing Dynasty), and Kang Youwei was born in Lingyun Festival. It is particularly vivid. Preface to Bamboo Poetry is Zhou Fangchun 199 1 New Year's Day. He lived there for three and a half years and sat quietly reading poems. Bamboo culture in China has a long history of several thousand years. Poetry is like a flood, and he is unable to read it carefully. He browsed more than 10,000 volumes and chose more than 10,000 words. People who write bamboo poems in ancient and modern times often learn bamboo style. Modesty is a natural disposition, and nobleness is a lifelong expense. The wind pole is not bent, and the storm skin is cleaner. It's hard for you to live, eat, clothe and live. The more outstanding your contribution is, the stronger your feelings will be. If this wind doesn't stop, the bamboo forest will be destroyed. I compose bamboo poems and dedicate them to readers. I advise you to cherish bamboo and develop its style. I sent a message to Du Fu of Tang Dynasty, Jiangwai Caotang. I was born with a birthday. I want to escape from nature. I love drinking bamboo. It must be spring scenery in the forest. I am a poet in Hengyang Road.
9. Describe the complete works of bamboo tube poems (1). Bamboo is born in the wild, and clouds are born in the strange. No one appreciates noble morality, but he is self-loyal. -"Bamboo" Xiaoxian County, Liu Liang
2. Cui Yun is full of clouds, and the flowers are tender and the bamboo shoots want to fly. Build by laying bricks or stones bent branches repeatedly solve, steps to disperse the wind in Ye Qiang. -"Give the tender bamboo the front steps" Zhang Chen Jian Zheng
3. Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. -"Bamboo Stone" Xie
4, the bamboo is half-contained, and the new buds are out of the wall. Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. -"Yan Zheng Gong Zhai General Bamboo" Du Fu
5. The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is sunny in summer. Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together. —— Zhutang Zheng Gu
6, bamboo, Linchi, like jade. Quiet and quiet, and smoky green. It is better to rob the festival than to change it. There are many kinds of Qu Wei, but the Wangs haven't seen enough. The fairy stick scares the dragon, and the beauty should cook with the phoenix. Only sadness blows as a farewell voice, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing. -"Bamboo" Tang Wei style
7. Jerry's ancestors went to shine on you, and Cai Yong was remembered for its green and tall branches. After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons. -"Long Bamboo Slips" Tang Chendao
8. Bamboo shoots only have yellow horns, and fern buds begin to grow children's fists. Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in Jiangnan. -"Zhu Yong" Huang Songting Jian
9. Huaxuan mourned for the next year, and Mianzhu was thin out of the county. There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling. -"Looking for Mianzhu from Xu Wei" Tang Du Fu
10, Daoyuan Bamboo Teaching Wash. Play the piano and think about wine. I don't want to be strong. Catch big fish with a long pole. -"Washing Bamboo" Don Wang Zhenbai
1 1, everything is chic. Cultivate a group of unique people. Sadako once braved the heavy snow. High abstinence and lingyun. Fine rhyme wind has just begun to appear. The smoke smoldered day by day. Say goodbye because of the topic. You can't live without a gentleman for a while. -"Give a Bell to Give a Bamboo Foreign Yuan" Don Sun Xian
12, what is the spirit in Shu, in the name of Zhu Ci. 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. -"Ci Zhu" Song Music History
13, the spring thunder is cloudy and the grass is in full bloom. I planted Phyllostachys pubescens, which has sprouted. Sitting in the secluded forest and enjoying it, there is no sense of vulgarity. -"Hsinchu" Song Zhuxi
14, bamboo dock is deep, bouncing 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. -Song Zhuxi's "Two Rhymes Singing Bamboo"