Bamboo branches, bamboo branches, tears of acacia sustenance. -Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God Spotted Bamboo Branches"
I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. -Wang Wei's bamboo house
Under the west window, the wind shakes the bamboo, and it is suspected that it is an old friend. -Qin Guan's "Man Fang Ting, Clear Water, Surprising Autumn"
Bamboo shadow poetry is thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams. -Wang Tingjun's quatrains, bamboo shadows and thin poems.
The mountain and the sky are connected into clouds, and the afterglow of the sunset can be seen from the cracks in the bamboo forest. -wujun's Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
Snowflakes are flying in front of the window, and I sit at the window and watch the green bamboo become as white as white. -Gao Pian's "On Snow"
What night is there no moonlight? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us. -Su Shi's Night Tour in Chengtian Temple/Chengtian Night Tour
It's late at night until it snows heavily, because you can hear the sound of bamboo branches breaking from time to time. -Bai Juyi's Snow at Night
Gai Chaifei, thank him for accompanying me to my cold study. -Shen Zijin's Jade Furong Rain Window Xiao Yong
Bamboo trees are buzzing, not the wind. -Yang Wanli's "Chasing the Cool on a Summer Night"
Scraping the river surface can set off several huge waves in thousands of feet, and blowing bamboo can make tens of thousands of poles tilt. -Li Qiao "Wind"
There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout. -Ouyang Xiu's "The Play Answers Yuan Zhen"
Our single lamp shines through cold and wet, wet bamboo and dark floating smoke. -Si Kongshu's "Yunyang Inn Don't Shen Han"
Blue chikurinji, near the distant bell in the middle of the night. -Liu Changqing's "Send Master Che Ling"
The water is clear. Under the shade of green bamboo, the water is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the reflection of lotus flowers and emitting bursts of fragrance. -Li Bai's "Don't Store in it"
Hearing the wind blowing through the window, Zhu Cong shook the window and pushed open the door to see the snow-capped mountains. -Wang Wei's Winter Night Memories of Hu Jushi's Home