One of the five poems about bamboo is the jade that flies thousands of feet away, clear and clear with frost in the forest. Even if I have a heavy heart, I will forget about each other. The second is to straighten the posture of the clouds, and the wind and dragons roar at night. The frost and snow don’t know the year, but I am really a friend of the cold year. The three frosts are as cold as jade, and the wind branches sound like a harp. It rained all night in Xiaoxiang, and the raindrops broke the guest center. Its four-leaf fallen roots are relatively solid, and its heart-deficiency nodes are higher. The cold wind blows in the forest, and the clear night is accompanied by pine waves. In Qi'ao, the clouds are green in spring, and in Xiaoxiang, it rains and is cold at night. People in the empty window listen quietly, and the Langgan rustles.