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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.
Manjianghong Zhu Yong
flourish
Don't plant idle flowers, keep bamboo beside a few poles in the pool pavilion. Set each other off into interest, a flowing water, the forest is cold and clean. When the wind blows, the immortal sings, and after the rain, the pure woman bathes with frost. Before the forest was formed, it was difficult to hope that the phoenix would live and talk about medical customs. Ask Zhou Hua, his name is Gio. Miao people, Xiangjiang song. Lonely as a cypress, Gillian lives in a golden house. Sitting in the shade of a tree calmly worrying about the summer retreat, my heart is trance-like and fragrant.
Five bamboo poems
Minghanshan Deqing
Cold flying thousands of feet jade, clear a forest frost. No matter how heavy the dust is, I will forget it. Jiao Jiao Ling Yunzi, the night wind roared. Frost and snow don't know the year, I am a cold friend. Frost withered and cold as jade, wind branches ringing like a harp. A night of rain in Xiaoxiang shattered the guest center. Ye Genshi has a higher guilty conscience. Cold forest blowing, clear night companion.
Hsinchu
Zheng Qing Banqiao
New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth is supported by old branches. New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.
Xue Zhu
Qing Huan Qiao Shan
Heavy snow and the north wind have left every family destitute. Yushu is still difficult to stretch, overwhelming thousands of bamboos. Alex Gao's Lingyun is not worthy of being Liu Teng. A gentleman is modest and willing to bow his head. How can we be in Qi 'ao without shade? The cold forest is white, and one post is alone. Lengmei couldn't help it. Why is only Jun Le her? You can't see green in the small window where you read.
Jueju
Wang Yuan listens to you
Bamboo shadow poetry is thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams. The poor moon won't go down to the west wing tonight.
Ode to carnation
Don
The green branches are getting longer and longer, and the leaves cover Zhu Ying. Often afraid of zero dew, not for life. Sighed and talked about self-reflection, this life is not my love. Who made me cute before I was born? It's not surprising to abandon it.
Recite bamboo in front of the eaves
Shen Yue in Southern and Northern Dynasties
The budding leaf sheath has fallen off and the leaves have become branches. Prosperity in the shade promotes parting under the festival. The wind is dripping and the moon is uneven. You have to have a home, and you don't want to be caught in the pool.
Zhu Xiupian and Zuo's Family in the East
Don Chen Ziang
Dragon seed was born in Nanyue, living alone in green. The peak is high and misty and rainy. Smell the flying rats at night and the sounds of springs and valleys during the day. The spring breeze is fading and the Millennium is clear. Sad sounds stir gold, and the color is purple as jade. Years old, bitter frost and snow, blue color. Don't be tired and frozen, shame is more glorious than Haruki. Chunmu has a glorious rest, but this festival does not.
Ode to Hsinchu
Ito Ito
This gentleman's ambition is shine on you, but it is better than blue, and the clouds are hundreds of feet high. I am afraid that next year I will become a dragon and fly away without leaving a trace.
Kuzhu Bridge, five poems in Yuan Dynasty
Liutang Zongyuan
Gao Qiao is connected with a faint path, winding through the sparse bamboo forest. Bamboo produces bitter knots from the culm sheath, and the green skin surrounds the diabolo heart. Bend down to look at the thin stream under the bridge and look up to listen to the rustling of bamboo in the mountains. The smoke in the west is transpiration, and the birds on the mountain ring at the scene. Bitter bamboo can't be used as a ferry bamboo to provide shade for our rest.
Yong GUI Tang yin Lin dong
Ruzhou of Wang Song
Mr. Li's fame and fortune are dusty, and bamboo, pine and cypress are planted by themselves. Put the pole on the rock,