Half-spring dark bamboo shoots,
A crisp rain curtain suddenly turned into a forest.
The windward blades spread thin waves obliquely,
When it comes to snow, it's low and foggy.
A hundred days straight and knotted,
Ten years of green trees have no intention.
Flowers don't last a lifetime,
Do you like singing at night?
A kind of bamboo
Rustling, it's green.
The charm has not changed since.
Lonely heights are not disturbed by dust.
The straight section is suitable for all ages.
The moon sets and the night is frosty and cold.
Dewdrops and autumn shadows are particularly green.
The warehouse ran away, and no one was there.
Only plum blossoms accompany the family.
An Aoki tree
I am an Aoki tree born in this warm land.
With the growth of tender buds in spring.
Crows fly over the shoulders, cicadas whisper under his feet,
The high wind carves the texture, and the branches spread love.
Time flies to form my heart chakra,
I will cut the full moon.
I won't leave my legacy in Hengtai.
If the autumn leaves end at the roots,
I expect the spring breeze to wake me up;
If the flute goes through the forest,
I have missed the bright moon for a long time.
If the flowers bloom,
I'll hold the petals in my arms,
I am waiting for the next spring breeze.
The waning moon is full of love,
Paddle boats floating at sunset;
In the middle of winter and late autumn,
Take off my summer dress and return it in spring.