Poems about bamboo

Takeishi

Zheng Xie in Qing Dynasty

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.

Hsinchu

Zheng Xie in Qing Dynasty

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.

Jueju

Wang Tingjun in Yuan Dynasty

Bamboo shadow poetry is thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams. The poor moon won't go down to the west wing tonight.

Phyllostachys lichiyun

Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty

It doesn't need to be cut into pipes or fishing rods. After thousands of flowers and herbs wither, they stay in the snow.

Ode to carnation

Wang Ji in Tang Dynasty

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.