Poetry about bamboo 1. Ancient poems about bamboo poems
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.
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
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches.
I will come out again the next year and grow taller. -"Bamboo Stone" Xie
Bamboo shadow poetry is thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams.
The poor moon won't go down to the west wing tonight. -"Jueju" Wang Yuan listens to you
When they started planting bamboo, they used their spines to form a fence, carefully protecting the growth of Hsinchu, which was shaded by trees and rippled in the water.
The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.
When the shells of bamboo shoots fall off, they hear rustling sound, bamboo jointing stage, sparse and sparse appearance.
Back in my spare time, I often come here. At that time, I took my pillow and bamboo mat with me and slept well. -"East Lake Hsinchu" Song Luyou
2. Write a lyric composition of bamboo
Zanzhu
Bamboo, in the eyes of others, is a green "rotten wood" that can never flourish. It is swaying its green figure alone in the ever-changing world, dancing solo in the bloody sky and looking down with its oily green body.
I like bamboo, which can be said to be a fascination, but I live in a "paradise" without birds singing and vegetation. I can't witness the slender figure of bamboo, and I am confined to a state of loving bamboo every day, so I especially like to stay at my grandmother's house for a few days on weekends, experience the comfort brought by nature, and of course go to the bamboo forest to play. In the bamboo forest on the mountain, I stepped on the winding and dilapidated artificial mountain road. Looking around, there is new green everywhere, like a sea of green. Surrounded by tall and straight bamboos, I have a state of mind to leave the world and set foot on the pure land of nature. It is early spring, and it has just rained a spring rain, so that the green bamboo leaves are supported by a few round and shiny dewdrops, which is more vivid and greener. I don't think anyone has seen it. It's just parrot talk, and finally three people become tigers. I thought and looked back at the bamboo behind me with great interest. They are thinner than the bamboo in front of me. They were silent and did not shake their heads, which was very inconspicuous. Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a towering bamboo king stood out among all the bamboos. I looked around. It's really high. I grabbed it and shook it from side to side, and its "hair" shook like a rattle with the rhythm. It's really interesting. Suddenly, a few short guys attracted me. They wear bronze "armor", and there are several leaflike silk threads on the pointed copper helmet. Very interesting. I just wanted to touch them with my hands, and I immediately withdrew my hands. There is a simple reason. Those little guys are not only protected by armor, but also have hundreds of millions of nails-like hairs. They are really a group of terrible and lovely little guys. I played in the bamboo forest all afternoon, and it was almost dusk. I reluctantly took a look at the bamboo forest and walked slowly down the hill.
Bamboo is like this, with lofty and simple temperament, beautiful and refined charm, quiet and elegant artistic conception and fresh and comfortable leisure. I love bamboo. I love its spirit of self-purification, self-perfection and self-beauty, which is not afraid of secular subversion, and I love its rising quality and lofty momentum of independence. I would like to ask the scholars all over the world, you praise bamboo, but do you really love bamboo and respect it?
Snow-covered forests are also covered, only one forest. Not dyed "pure color", independent of cold.
3. Poems praising bamboo
2. Praise the character of bamboo
There are many such poems, which show the modesty, integrity, tenacity and friendliness of bamboo. Here are some examples:
Modesty: Don Xue Tao's Watching Bamboo after Rain: "When it rains in the south, you can watch the snow and frost. All kinds of people are also in the fog, modest and self-sustaining Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early. You can enjoy it in your later years and you will be magnificent. "
Integrity: Deng Tuo's "Poems on Paintings" says: "The steps are old and green, but I like to grow thousands of poles for many years. The most important thing is to treat it with humility and not know the cold for a long time. "
Resilience: Song Loujian's Collection of Xu Zhi County Yang Bu painted: "Plum blossoms are vivid as a pen, and pine and bamboo are more realistic. Baihui Huagan is a friend, and there are only three people in my humble abode. "
Friendship: Tang Qian Qi's "Returning to the Mountain Cottage in Late Spring": "There are few birds in Taniguchi in spring, and magnolia blossoms. I began to pity you under the window of Zhushan, and I won't change my shade if I don't go back. "
3. In order to express your feelings.
Bamboo Fun: Tangzhulou: Leaning on dense bamboo and playing pipa. It's too light for anyone to hear. Come and take pictures tomorrow. "
Bamboo landscape: Tang Zhang's bamboo—
"Bamboo, bamboo,
Mountains and valleys.
In the southeast, there are extraordinary vegetation.
Leaves thin and strong, frost pavilion sleeps.
There are clouds everywhere in the forest, and bamboo shoots make jade every year.
The wind struggles for rhyme, and the water in the pool is greener.
However, I am looking for a small garden in Geng Xin. I am self-sufficient in my spare time. "
Lyrics: Tang Du Fu's "Yan Family Singing Bamboo": "The green bamboo is half full of bamboo, 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. However, if you don't cut it, you will encounter the cloud. "
Statement: Fang: "The waves are floating on the sea, planting bamboo and learning painting. I dare to laugh at myself, but still love the wind. "
Yuan Yangzai: "The flavor is indifferent and the color is not attractive. In the lonely cliff valley, there is this Ling Yunzhi. "
Feelings: Zheng Qing Banqiao's two poems;
One: "Yazhai lies listening to Xiao. Doubt is the suffering of the people. Some small collectors in Caozhou County always pay attention to one branch and one leaf. "
Second: "It is not an official to lose the black veil, but the sleeves are cool. Write a thin bamboo, a bamboo fishing rod on the autumn wind river. "
4. Describe the characteristics of bamboo
Han Yu's Zheng Xie Gong Hui Gui: "Zhou Qidi's bamboo is famous all over the world, and Zheng Jun's treasure is especially wonderful. The figure is strong and dark, and the eyes are smooth and flawless. Green flies fly upside down, fleas and lice can't avoid it, and a green hurricane is suspected. I fell asleep, and many diseases have recovered. It turned out to be the same for one day. "
Xue Jiru's Ode to Bamboo: "The stems and strips of bamboo are long and the branches grow into stalks, pointing to the sky alone. The leaves turn green and hold green bamboo shoots, and it is difficult for flowers to meet and become immortals. "
4. Poems about bamboo
1. Chen Yuan sings bamboo-Song and Huang Tingjian
Master Mo Wen looks at bamboo, and the stream is like a home forest.
There are several female bamboo shoots in spring and pedestrians on cloudy days in summer.
Although the straight spirit rushes to the clouds, talents are afraid of axes.
This pole can be used for fishing in the north. Whoever wants to give it to Weng will accept his fate.
2. Zhu Yong Von-Zhang Song Yu Niang
The court is full of bamboo and autumn wind, and the ground is swept without trace.
Jingqing has a small window and exquisite sound.
Xie clouds don't interfere with bah, but she still suspects that Cai lesbians came out of the water.
When the song is light, I don't know where the crane is, and Cuixia flies and the fish platform is empty.
3. "Singing Bamboo"-Song Yuanxie
This gentleman's forest is clean, and Miao is born happy.
The head corner is full of jade, so it needs to be straightened.
4. "Posted in Langzhong Garden Pavilion, Guo Fu, twenty-six singing bamboo stones"-Song Yang Wanli
You's fist is Wan Ren's posture, and the place where Zhu Jun whistles is a river.
There are no two guests with towels. Who can find a sentence?
5. "Sheba Zhu Yongxuan, Hexian Yu Zijun Post Venue"-Su Songzhe
The secluded porch is separated from the pink flowers, and there is only a bunch of bamboo.
The fiber tip is cold, and the purple bamboo shoots are light and fragrant.
After the dry spring rain, there is quite autumn frost.
I don't know how to change when I get old, but I will stay here.
There are cicadas in the wind and no food on an empty stomach.
Cutting is not what you said, nor is it a disgrace.
6. Why did the ancients chant "bamboo"?
Since ancient times, the unique charm of bamboo has always been the object of metaphor of literati. As a hieroglyph, the word "bamboo" itself implies: standing upright and humble. The ancients loved bamboo, and literati chanted and painted for it, which also formed a unique bamboo culture. Among them, there are countless poems about bamboo. Bai Juyi: "My friend is weak, and my teacher is bamboo." There is another saying: "If bamboo dies, it still has fragrance." Said.
5. What are the poems describing bamboo?
A kind of bamboo
(Inscription)
Deng Tuo
The front steps are old and green, but I like to plant thousands of poles for many years.
The most important thing is to remain modest and strong.
Three Friends in Winter ―― Pine Trees
(Inscription)
Tao Xingzhi
On Wansongling, pine trees are swaying and surging.
Shake the first peak of Kunlun Mountain.
Thousands of troops are furious; The sea rises from the mountain.
Bamboo green, plum blossom red, moving west to east,
Strive for the last five minutes, let a hundred flowers blossom and smile,
For three winters.
Preface to Xiaoxiang Bamboo Slips
Xiong Wenyu 199 1 April
Bamboo culture in China has lasted for five thousand years.
Food, clothing, housing and transportation are connected by bamboo everywhere.
Poetry, calligraphy and painting, bamboo slips.
How many elegant gentlemen, love was sent to a quiet room.
Zhu Xi is six gentlemen and seven sages in the bamboo forest.
Dongpo has three wonders, and Banqiao is more advanced.
Be upright, be ambitious, be open-minded and not selfish.
Gloomy leaves will not wither after winter.
The wind is more natural and unrestrained, and Mingjie is more tough.
The group has inherited bamboo style and studied bamboo for decades.
Amateur collection of poems and paintings, selected more than 10 thousand words.
Promoting bamboo culture is highly respected by all countries.
I am also a bamboo lover, and meeting is fate.
Talk about counting words and write bamboo poems with electricity.
Zhu Yong
Song wentong
(It suddenly occurred to me that I had made this poem by repairing bamboo in my hometown)
Bamboo was built around Dongxi in the old garden, accounting for ten thousand pieces of water and sand.
I didn't get it when I took the official road. This gentleman should be blamed for coming back late.
Excerpted from 132, Painter of China State.
Chun Jiang Xiao Jing
Songhuichong
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
bamboo shoots
Wang Song Yuan Zhi
Find the number of spring cups alone. Rhinoceros is covered with brocade.
Tian Wen died, and all the guests and friends left. Throw three turtle shells.
Excerpts from poems about things.
Xie hang
Song Zhuzi
Who sent the new bamboo shoots from the cold forest? I'm glad to see the difference between white people.
Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture.
Excerpts from poems about things.
A kind of bamboo
Tang jianxun
Joan's day was full of wind, and she forgot to go back for sex.
The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows.
Excerpts from poems about things.
6. Poems of "Four Gentlemen" (Meiju) expressing their feelings about things.
Wang Mei Anshi counted several plums in the corner, and hanling opened them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. Operator? Yongmei Luyou Post broke the bridge outside. It was lonely and ownerless.
It's dusk. I'm alone, and it's stormy. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care.
Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. Operator? Yongmei Mao Zedong 196 1 65438+ Read Lu You Yongmei's Ci in February, and do the opposite.
Mao Zedong's calligraphy, Yongmei's wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes the spring. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
Yu's orchids are fragrant. If you don't accept it, you will be hurt.
Today's rotation is natural. I travel everywhere, day after day, year after year.
Ice and snow trade, wheat prosperity. If the child doesn't hurt, I won't die.
There are lush wild oats and wild oats. A gentleman hurts it, but a gentleman prevents it.
Bochunzhuang Mountain Trail, Taoyuan outside Licheng. I'm afraid of being quiet, and I can't feel the birds singing.
Tang Bifeng shakes the emerald ring, and the cool dew drops jade. Beauty has no beard and smells empty.
Tang Yan Lan Qian Xie Ting is full of grass, and Chu Yi is full of green sand. What will happen to the New Year's Eve dinner when we meet suddenly?
Tang Jianwu's home is in the east and west, and he is a blue bamboo guest. There are no clouds in the daytime, sitting alone on the river wall.
Qiu Si Pavilion in Tang Ma Dai is covered with frost, and there are many birds in the wild pool. The old Chu people lamented that the cymbidium was unbreakable.
Tang Chunhui opened the forbidden garden, Meilanchang. The pavilion is light in color, concise and fluttering.
The sun shines on the uneven shadow, and the wind is heavy and fragrant. Meeting needs a gentleman's discount, Perry Xiang.
Tang Li Bai lived in a secluded garden in a lonely orchid, and the grass was full. Although the sun shines, it is not the moon in high autumn.
First frost early, green dare not rest. If there is no breeze, who will deliver the fragrance?
Don Zhang Jiuling meets delicate orchids in spring and bright cinnamon in autumn. Life in the world is full of vitality, which naturally conforms to the beautiful season.
Who wants to live in seclusion in the mountains and smell the fragrance, so full of joy. Won't it be more demanding to be transplanted than any other natural flower? .
In the spring, the smell of the blue knot covers all the fragrance. Expose the leaves on the doorstep and find the way to fragrance.
The calm wind blows chaos, and the autumn rain on the pavilions leads to long. The gods took them off and put them on the lotus skirt.
Tang Liqiao searched Xu Lan's room again, but forgot to say that the contract was broken. Hanjia wine, Shirley Qin.
Tang Xiang, Taiwan is far away. He Fen should show off. Who will visit Yin Shan?
The painted orchids are planted in secluded places, and the fragrance is only hidden. Since there is no gentleman worthy of admiration, it is not the decline of the country.
The Millennium comes early, and the spring breeze comes every night. Why don't you be a grass? Fenfu has everything he wants.
Su Song's poem titled Yang Cigong Chunlan Chunlan is like a beauty, and she is not ashamed to offer herself. Smell the wind and smell the fragrance, but not Peng Ai.
Dan Qing's portrait color wants to compile the biography of Li Sao. Like an elf, the crown dare not swallow.
Zhu Zheng Banqiao insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks; 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. Looking for Mianzhu Tang Du Fu Huaxuan from Xu Wei, Mianzhu Tingting went out of the county.
There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling. Message to Tang Du Fu, Jiangwai Caotang.
If you are addicted to alcohol and love the wind and bamboo, you will have nymphs. Hengyang Road, Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty, the second best Song Dynasty, and the pig with broken hedges burst open.
Empty mangosteen roof and swallows. Send a few miles to Hejiang, send Yang Shangqing's generals and Song Fan Chengda, saying that they are satisfied with leaving sorrow, and they only shed tears without words.
The bamboo forest at the stern covers counties and cities, so the old man still stands on his own feet. I will bid farewell to Wuxia and give it to Nanqing's brother Xiangxi Orchard. Forty acres will be made of Tang Du Fu's moss and bamboo, which will be flat and uncertain.
Travel far, the eldest son, the son will not be in the forest. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu in Tang Cheng became a green grass, and Lujiang Road became familiar with the green fields.
Castanopsis kawakamii forest prevents the wind from blowing leaves, cage bamboo and cigarettes from dripping. In the bamboo pond, Du Fu's green bamboo is half-hidden, and 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. Bai Juyi, a Tang poet who eats bamboo shoots, is a bamboo town with bamboo shoots all over the valley; Fu Shan folded up the rest and took it to the morning market.
Zhu Liqing Pu Songling is particularly fond of this gentleman. He scratched and boasted, and when the child came, he especially liked his master. From Poem of Lonely Studio, Wu Changshuo often has eight treasures, which are as fragrant as wild bamboo shoots in the mountains.
Send me a message, and I will feel lonely. When shall I go back to see my new wife? Zhu Zheng Banqiao insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks; 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.
Long bamboo poles and blue brooms are Jerry's ancestors, and the green and damp and lofty branches recall Cai Yong. After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons.
Zhu light smoke, write half a gentleman, no need to report peace, high-spirited. When I was told to go back to Li, I drew bamboo, bid farewell to Mr. wei county in Minqing, and threw it away as an official, leaving my sleeves cold; Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.
Ode to bamboo, Liang diligently asked the bamboo stick and tasted it first; He is kind to others and is busy when he is free. The bamboo shoots taken from Health News 1989.7. 1 Zhu Yong Huangsongting Stream only gave birth to yellow calf horns, and fern buds began to grow children's fists.
Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in Jiangnan. Bamboo praises Wen Tong (suddenly recalling that my hometown was built for this poem). Bamboo built around things in my hometown occupies 10,000 pieces of water and sand.
I didn't get it when I took the official road. This gentleman should be blamed for coming back late. Excerpted from "132 painter in China", Song Huichong, a small well by the river, has a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the river water warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck. Among many bamboo shoots, songs and kings, the Spring Cup was found alone.
Rhinoceros is covered with brocade. Tian Wen died, and all the guests and friends left.
Throw three turtle shells. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events. Xie Zhongxing Liu, Song Zhuzi sent a new bamboo shoot from Hanlin, and he was pleased to see the white unevenness.
Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, I wish Tang Li Jianxun a branch that blew the old wind on Qiong Festival and forgot to go back when making love.
The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, Jong Li of Tingchutang accidentally moved to a nearby building from a Buddhist temple in the mountains for planting.
The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come. Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.
The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly. Bamboo drum is suitable for smoke, rain and wind. It is loose when it is hidden in water.
Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker. The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.
Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together. Bamboo Tang Wei style bamboo, near the pool, like jade.
Quiet and quiet, and smoky green. It is better to rob the festival than to change it.
There are many kinds in Qu Wei.