Classical Prose Poems on Bamboo Part I: Bamboo Author: Essay
I don't blossom,
This is definitely not the result.
I don't welcome the wind,
Why do you pretend to hide when it rains?
I don't work so hard every day,
I don't expect gains for no reason.
Linyuan: I don't envy the leisure of fish.
I'm not greedy for lofty mountains.
It's no use quitting the net.
Li Bai took it from the bowl,
You can't stand me.
Classical Prose Poems on Bamboo Part II: Bamboo in Spring Author: Shan Ye Idle Man
I am a bamboo.
Xiaozhu
When the spring rain fills the earth
I germinated and grew from the ground.
At that time, I was longing for it.
The chic of blue sky and white clouds
The beauty of mountains and rivers and the earth
I am a bamboo.
Xiaozhu
When I fly in the sky
My courage to be frank and honest.
Bring vitality to the earth
Walk with vigorous steps
Connected to everything.
I am a bamboo.
Xiaozhu
In the wind and rain.
Under the power of frost sword and snow knife
I'm still green and tall.
Greening the environment for mankind
Give one's life to one's heart.
I am a bamboo.
Xiaozhu
brief and clear
Not known to the public
Classical Zhuzhi Ci Part III: Spirit of Bamboo Author: Zhang
Cliff, bamboo forest,
Stand in the gap of the cliff with mutual dependence!
Standing upright in the hot sun,
Tell us:
Its firm will.
Sharp bamboo shoots show little heads,
Growing up in the rain.
After countless storms,
They finally stood on the cliff,
Show us its spirit.
Classical Prose Poems on Bamboo (IV): Another Interpretation of Bamboo
Author: Zhang Liepeng
Always grandstanding with the image of green branches and leaves
Especially in the severe winter with heavy snow.
Knowing that other flowers and trees have already rested.
But I took the opportunity to show off my lush life.
Always rely on the praise of literati to become popular again and again.
Appear in famous books.
There is an extraordinary elegance.