I am full of gentlemanly demeanor, open-minded and enterprising.
Not afraid of wind, frost, rain and snow, tender as water.
2. "Bamboo flowers are in full bloom"
Now that the bamboo flowers have blossomed, there is no hesitation or choice.
Since the rose of life blooms, we can only choose to survive tenaciously.
We have no right to destroy how beautiful that rare flower is.
Go ahead bravely, mud and swamp
What is this? Isn't it also a beautiful scenery?
I would like to turn into a white cloud and enjoy the beautiful scenery comfortably.
3. Exquisite bamboo
The cold wind roared past, and the frost turned white and yellow last night.
Early risers are whispering on the roadside, and the rising sun turns red quietly.
Seagulls put their mouths on the branches to comb, crying cold in the morning.
Fine bamboo swaying in the wind, delicate girls resist cold erosion.
Or green light dances other dances, such as cold plum and pine trees.
Be a thin bamboo, both rigid and flexible, and the thick green will last forever.
Don't change your pride in order to meet the challenges of each season. Spring, summer, autumn and winter will remain green and fresh.
4. Love between bamboo and sea
Zhu Hai, the moon and the stars are charming, and I don't know why I am confused.
Who do you want to give Acacia to? A word is difficult to write.
Who is sad in the shadow of a dream and wakes up to know that he is tired.
A noisy complaint about feelings, I hope you know that my feelings are hard to give up.
In the season when bamboo blossoms, the mountain breeze crosses the sea.
5. Bamboo
Looking for the moon and legends in the grass.
The eternal glory and oath, the vigil lamp and faith.
The wet morning light is the direction to write poems for you, and the winding mountain road is full of flowers.
The sun comes from behind the silent mountain, looking for fragrance in your hair.
A mountain-like person bears the pure weight of bluestone.
Heavy sweetness, ashamed of the dew under your feet.
Thin mist haunts the slender figure of bamboo.
The cool mountain spring is where we draw water.
Birds bobbing up and down are spinning some bamboo leaves downstream.
Self-exiled poets, and the harp of poetry.
Looking for a thousand years of love by the lit bonfire.
The night is clear as water, and the mood is like night.
The eternal moon writes poetry.