1. Time of bamboo shoots: Song Author: Jiang.
Head exposed, Jiangnan in April.
We should be alone in the bamboo instead of taking off our old clothes.
The angry dragon slapped the mossy stone and bypassed the hedge.
After not coming for a few days, I slowly learned to fly.
Step 2 eat bamboo shoots
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi.
This state is a hometown of bamboo, and bamboo shoots are all over the valley.
Fu Shan crossed his arms and took them to the morning market.
Many things are cheap, and double money is easy to bind.
Put it in the kitchen and cook it with rice.
The purple basket is old, but the plain muscle breaks the new jade.
Add meals every day, and don't think about meat after that.
I have been a guest in Luo Jing for a long time, and this smell is often not enough.
Don't hesitate to eat, the south wind blows bamboo.
3. Bamboo shoots
Year: Song Author: Wang Yucheng.
I searched for miles by the spring alone, and the rhinoceros was in a mess.
Tian Wen died, leaving his guests and friends scattered, leaving behind 3,000 tortoiseshell.
4. New bamboo shoots
Year: Tang author:.
The money is broken and the columns are uneven. Layers of brocade are separated and exposed.
Straight to the heart, the smoke is getting wider. If you want to know the ancient method, try cutting the phoenix flute.
5. like bamboo shoots
Year: Song Author: Chen Zao.
Rhinoceros is not rhinoceros, jade is not jade,
Cream is crisp and green. If you want to be a bamboo,
Juanjuan is a burden. The exotic room is just called the good moon,
Poor strength, resistant to gentle breeze. If you endure less, you will benefit the forest.
The master's eyes are not his stomach. According to the theory that materials are like children,
Finally, the originator and ointment incense. When an official is free, he lives in bed.
Happy with this gentleman. Laughing at the silly boy in Jinghua,
Waste thousands of dollars on flowers and trees.
6. Bamboo shoots
Year: Song Author: Su Zhe.
The bamboo forest froze to death, and bamboo shoots reappeared year after year.
The weather and the cold of the year are stubborn, and Zefen Qiao turns to glory.
The wild whip has invaded the diameter by the grass, and the thin shadow grows with the moon.
Ruan Ji wanted to leave me, opened the door and smiled.