1. Ancient poems about bamboo
Among the poems about bamboo, I think the best one is by Wang Anshi:
With Shidi Huazangyuan Yan Junting Chanting Bamboo
Wang Anshi
A meadow is so dense that the four buildings are cool, how long will the lingering shadow last? People pity straight people who are born thin, and they are expected to become more mature as they grow older. It once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia terrestris, and finally followed the pines and cypresses to the frost. I regret to take the root of the plant, but I want to beg Ling Lun to learn from Phoenix.
In addition, Zheng Banqiao's works are also good:
Inscribed on Bamboo and Stone
Zheng Xie
He insists on not letting go of the green mountains, and his roots are still in the broken rocks. . It has endured countless blows and is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
There are many poems with the word bamboo in them, here are a few famous ones:
Huai Xin Da in the South Pavilion in Summer
Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool night, open the pavilion and lie down in the open air. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. I want to play the harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn
Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Zhuli Pavilion
Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Stay in Luo's Pavilion to express your love for Cui Yong and Cui Yan
Li Shangyin
The dust-free bamboo dock has clear water sill, and the lovesickness is far away from the city. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.
Late Scene of the Spring River in Huichong
Su Shi
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is full of wilting grass and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. 2. Verses describing bamboo. Collection of Ancient Poems
New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old trunks. ____Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. ____Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"
The mottled bamboo branches, the mottled bamboo branches, are dotted with tears to express lovesickness. ____Liu Yuxi "Xiaoxiang God·Mottled Bamboo Branches"
What night has no moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us. ____Su Shi's "Night Tour to Chengtian Temple/Night Tour to Chengtian"
Smoke is seen on the mountainside, and the setting sun is glimpsed in the bamboo. ____Wu Jun's "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains"
I cover the firewood door and thank him for the plum and bamboo companions in my cold study. ____Shen Zijin's "Jade Hibiscus·Song of the Rain Window"
I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before. ____ Li Yu's "Poppy Poppy·The Wind Returns to the Green Small Courtyard"
Under the west window, the wind is shaking the green bamboo, it is suspected that an old friend is coming. ____Qin Guan's "The Garden is Full of Fragrance·The Clear Water Startles the Autumn"
The bamboo shadows and poems are thin, and the plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams. ____Wang Tingyun's "Quatrain·Bamboo Shadow and Poetry"
The Xiangjiang River echoes with each other, and the Xiangjiang River is broad, and the bitter bamboo clumps are deep and the sun faces west. ____Zheng Gu's "Partridge"
The courtyard looks like accumulated water, empty and clear, with algae and waterlilies intersecting in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows. ____Su Shi's "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple/Night Tour of Chengtian Temple"
The solitary lamp shines in the cold rain, and the wet bamboos are filled with dark smoke. ____ "Farewell to Han Shen at Yunyang Pavilion" by Sikong Shu
The west wind is slightly stronger and noisy with the window bamboos, stopping and continuing, leaving two jade hanging on the tired face. ____Yan Xuan's "He Zhuan·Autumn Rain"
Bamboo poles have joys and sorrows, and I love to embrace the bitter festival. ____ "Bitter Cold Song" by Meng Jiao
Thousands of feet of waves across the river, thousands of poles leaning into the bamboo. ____Li Qiao's "Wind"
There are remains of the well stove and the decaying mulberry and bamboo trees. ____Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields Part 4"
Late at night, when the snow is heavy, I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. ____Bai Juyi's "Night Snow"
Mr. fame and fortune are more than ashes, green bamboos and green pines are planted by his own hands. ____Wang Ruzhou's "Yonggui Hall Hidden Scale Cave"
Bamboo trees with flying orchids, waterlilies and algae are all bright and beautiful. ____Liu Dao's "Autumn Dawn on the Xiangjiang River"
The round fan is lifted up by the wind without shaking, and the green bamboo and slender white ramie protect it from the heat. ____Wen Zhengming's "The Case of Sapphire·Pomegranate Blossoms Spewing Randomly in the Courtyard"
Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are dense with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness that is not the wind. ____Yang Wanli "Chasing the Cold on a Summer Night"
The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is separated by the city. ____Li Shangyin's "Su Luo's Pavilion Congratulates Cui Yong and Cui Gun"
In the Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells rang late. ____"Farewell to Master Lingche" by Liu Changqing
The forest is broken by the mountains, the bamboos are hidden behind the wall. A small pond filled with cicadas and decaying grass. ____Su Shi's "Partridge Sky, Forest Broken Mountain, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall"
Despite the frost, the beauty remains unchanged, as warm as jade. ____Lu Rong's "The River is Red·Ode to Bamboo"
The water surrounds the field and the bamboos surround the fence, and all the elm money has fallen, and the hibiscus flowers are sparse. ____Zhang Shunmin's "Village Residence: Water surrounds the field and bamboo surrounds the fence"
Bamboo loves the new rain, and the mountains love the sunset. ____Qian Qi's "Taniguchi Study Sends Yang Buque"
The pines and bamboos are green and the rosy flowers are cold, and the sun is late and the mountains and rivers are twilight. ____Cao Zu's "Bu Suanzi·Lan"
After returning, the three paths are swept again, and the pine and bamboo trees are my home.
____Ye Mengde's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·The Autumn Colors Are Getting Late"
Promoting the Dangxuan bamboo, it will be green as the year goes by. ____Lv Taiyi's "Ode to the Bamboos in the Courtyard"
The bursting of bamboos distinguishes the bitter festivals, and the lightheartedness embraces an open mind. ____Liu Zongyuan's "Five Odes of Xun Gongyuan·Bitter Bamboo Bridge"
It is said that the east wind is also sentimental, and is retained by the fragrance outside the bamboo. ____ Shi Dazu's "Liu Chun Ling·Ode to Plum Blossoms"
I have been leaning against the railing for a long time, surrounded by yellow reeds and bitter bamboos, and I plan to sail across the Jiujiang River. ____Zhou Bangyan's "The Fragrance of the Courtyard·Wuxiang Mountain Work in Lishui in Summer"
The late night wind blows the autumn rhythm with the bamboos. Thousand leaves and a thousand voices are filled with hatred. ____Ouyang Xiu's "Jade House Spring·I don't know whether you are far or near after farewell"
The color of bamboo is green under the stream, and the lotus is fragrant in the mirror. ____Li Bai's "Farewell to Chu Yong in Yanzhong"
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is deep with flowers and trees. ____Chang Jian's "Inscribed on the Zen Temple Behind Poshan Temple"
The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus has fallen from its old clothes. ____Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence"
The wax torch wind is shaking the curtain, and the bamboo shadow half the wall is picturesque. ____Xiang Hongzuo's "Qing Ping Le· Enjoying the Coolness on the Pond"
Planting bamboo in the Qi garden will reach you far away, and you will be burdened with hard work throughout your life. ____Wang Ruzhou "Yong Guitang Hidden Scale Cave"
His nature is as aloof as a cypress, and Gillian's golden house. ____Lu Rong's "Man Jiang Hong·Ode to Bamboo"
Before the forest is established, it is difficult to see the phoenix coming to live in it and talk about medical customs. ____Lu Rong's "The River is Red·Ode to Bamboo"
The wind blows in the bamboo above the window, and the moon shines brightly. ____Lv Wei Lao's "Xiaochong Mountain·During the Chinese Valentine's Day Illness"
There are hanging poplars in the wild shop, and there are bitter bamboos in the deserted temple. ____Fan Chengda's "Han Shi Jiao Xing Shu Shi"
Where are the nine doubts at dusk? Recognize Shun Temple and the bamboos. ____Wen Tingshi's "Good things are coming soon·Xiangzhou has something to do"
The reflection on the balcony of Bai Mansion, the sound of cold pines and bamboos in Mao Ci. ____Wang Shouren's "Ci Yun Lu Qianxian Yuan Ri Chun Qing"
Instead of planting idle flowers, there are a few poles of bamboo growing beside the pond and pavilion. ____Lu Rong's "Man Jiang Hong·Ode to Bamboo"
The spring bamboos in Qi Garden are beautiful, and the military banquet is full of cows. ____ Sima Guang's "Sending Magistrate Gong Zhang to Weizhou, Xinji"
When the peach blossoms lag behind, silkworms take a bath, and when the bamboo shoots are out, the swallows come. ____Zhu Yizun's "Yuanyang Lake Song·Two of One Hundred Choices"
When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches. ____Gao Pian's "To Snow"
The sound of snow is leaning towards the bamboo, and the cold dreams never leave home. ____Rong Yu's "Late Night in Guizhou" 3. Ancient Poems about Bamboo
Bamboo and Stone (Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie)
Firmly insist on not letting go of the green mountains, the roots are still in the broken rocks .
Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
Bamboo (Su Dongpo, Song Dynasty)
It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo;
Without meat, one will be thin, and without bamboo, one will be vulgar.
Yong Bamboo (Fu Pangru)
The ground is broken and the clouds are rising higher and higher, and the cold drives away the three nines to lead the coquettish style.
Don’t shed the sentimental tears of mottled bamboo, but be willing to turn the spring mountains into snow waves.
Ode to Bamboo (Seven Rhymes)
The hut is next to the small bridge and the flowing water, and it is comfortable to live in peace and contentment. The wind destroys the body and the crooked roots are still straight, and the snow weighs on the waist and the branches become stronger.
A person with a prestigious reputation always keeps integrity, but his mind is full of empty valleys and dark smoke. There is no fear of frost, summer or heat, and the weather is beautiful all year round in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Bamboo
Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty
On the Qiong Festival, the wind blows on the branches, and the wind blows and I forget to return home.
The most pitiful thing is that under the setting sun, the shadows of flowers and the clothes of the guests are full.
Courtyard Bamboo
Li Zhong of Tang Dynasty
Occasionally moved from the mountain monastery to the nearby brick plant.
The good wind blows all day long, and the ghostly birds sometimes come.
The sifting moon leads to poetry, and the smoke in the cage accompanies the wine glass.
I woke up from my sleep at the south window and heard the rustle of wind and rain.
Bamboo
Zhenggu of Tang Dynasty
It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind, and when it blows, it returns to the water. Bamboo and Stone (Qing Dynasty. Zheng Xie)
The green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are still in the broken rocks.
Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
Bamboo (Su Dongpo, Song Dynasty)
It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo;
Without meat, one will be thin, and without bamboo, one will be vulgar.
Yong Bamboo (Fu Pangru)
The ground is broken and the clouds are rising higher and higher, and the cold drives away the three nines to lead the coquettish style.
Don’t shed the sentimental tears of mottled bamboo, but be willing to turn the spring mountains into snow waves.
Ode to Bamboo (Seven Rhymes)
The hut is next to the small bridge and the flowing water, and it is comfortable to live in peace and contentment. The wind destroys the body and the crooked roots are still straight, and the snow weighs on the waist and the branches become stronger.
A person with a prestigious reputation always keeps integrity, but his mind is full of empty valleys and dark smoke. There is no fear of frost, summer or heat, and the weather is beautiful all year round in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Bamboo
Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty
On the Qiong Festival, the wind blows on the branches, and the wind blows and I forget to return home.
The most pitiful thing is that under the setting sun, the shadows of flowers and the clothes of the guests are full.
Courtyard Bamboo
Li Zhong of Tang Dynasty
Occasionally moved from the mountain monastery to the nearby brick plant.
The good wind blows all day long, and the ghostly birds sometimes come.
The sifting moon leads to poetry, and the smoke in the cage accompanies the wine glass.
I woke up from my sleep at the south window and heard the rustle of wind and rain.
Bamboo
Zhenggu of Tang Dynasty
It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind.
Moved Xiao Sao from the distant temple, washed up and invaded the front peak.
The moss that invades the steps breaks off the spring buds, and the sedge around the path is slightly summery and the sun is strong.
The rogue apricot flower has many emotions, and several branches are clad in green, so they are compatible.
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The green bamboo is half in its casing, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall.
The color invades the book late at night, and is hidden in the coolness of the wine.
The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance.
But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow.
Bamboo and Stone
Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty
Firmly insist on not letting go of the green mountains, the roots are still in the broken rocks;
Still strong after countless hardships Jin, let the wind blow from east to west, north and south. 4. Poems describing bamboo, ancient poems
1. Bamboo grows in the open field, and the clouds above it are not appreciated by anyone, but they only cherish their own sincerity. ——"Bamboo" Liang·Liu Xiaoxian
2. The emerald cloud tops are forming clusters, and the light flowers and tender bamboo shoots are about to soar into the sky. The curved and horizontal branches are laid out repeatedly, and the leaves are sparse and the wind blows strongly. ——"Essential Bamboo in Front of the Steps" Chen·Zhang Zhengjian
3. Do not let go of the green mountains, and set your roots in the broken rocks. It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south. ——"Bamboo and Stone" Zheng Xie of the Qing Dynasty
4. The green bamboo half contains the casing, and the new shoots have just emerged from the wall. The color invades the book late at night, and it is hidden in the wine. The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow. ——"Ode to Bamboo in the Mansion of Yan Zheng" by Du Fu
5. The moss breaks off the steps and spring buds burst out, and the winding path is full of shady trees and strong summer sunshine. The rogue apricot blossom has many emotions, and a few branches are clad in green, so they are compatible. ——"Bamboo" Tang·Zhenggu
6. Bamboo, near the pond, looks like jade. The dew is quiet and the smoke is green. It is better to change than to seize the knot, and to constrain one's sincerity. Weiqu has a lot of varieties, but the Wang family doesn't see enough of it. The fairy staff is frightening and transforming into a dragon, and beauty and truth should mature with the phoenix. Only worry is blowing the parting sound, looking back and dancing at the speed of the formation. ——"Bamboo" Tang Dynasty Wei Style
7. The blue broomstick is the ancestor of the emperor, and the tall green branches recall Cai Yong. If you listen to the wind and rain in Nanyuan for a long time, you will be afraid that the scales and armor will grow like a dragon. ——"Growing Bamboo" by Chen Tao of the Tang Dynasty
8. Bamboo shoots have just grown into yellow horns, and fern buds have just grown into small fists. Try to find wild vegetables and cook fragrant rice, it is February in the south of the Yangtze River. ——"Ode to Bamboo" by Huang Tingjian of the Song Dynasty
9. When Huaxuan arrived, the Mianzhu pavilion came out of the county. There is no such thing in front of the house on the river. Fortunately, it is green and caressed by the waves. ——"Searching for Mian Bamboo from Wei Xu" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
10. A brief introduction to the bamboo cultivating in the Taoist Academy. Play the piano, drink wine and watch Fu Shu. If you don't want to be strong, you will have two phoenixes. And use a long pole to catch giant fish. ——"Wash Bamboo" Wang Zhenbai of Tang Dynasty
11. Chic and unrestrained in all things. Xiuhuang is alone in the group. Zhenzi once braved the snow. High abstinence and soaring clouds. The fine rhyme is beginning to appear. Thick smoke is rising day by day. Parting because of the topic. You cannot be without a king for a while. ——"Send Zhong Yuanwai with Bamboo" by Sun Xian of Tang Dynasty
12. What kind of spirit in Sichuan has the name of bamboo kindness. A clump is several steps wide and dense with dozens of stems. The stems are long and short, and the branches and leaves are not impressive. Last year the thorns grew, and this year they grow again. ——"Ci Bamboo" Song Dynasty Music History
13. Spring thunder and Yinyan rocks are everywhere, and the grass is everywhere. I planted southern window bamboo, and it has sprouted. Winning the reward of the secluded forest, living in a dignified manner without vulgar sentiments. ——"Hsinchu" Song·Zhu Xi
14. Deep in the bamboo dock, sandalwood trees surround the house. The summer wind becomes bleak, and the cold moon helps to cool it down. When the guests have gone, the dust has collapsed, and when the poems arrive, the poems are drawn into the landscape. ——"Ode to Bamboo in Second Rhyme" by Zhu Xi of the Song Dynasty
Other poems praising bamboo
Swallows are still flying towards the bamboo-tiled house on the empty mountain.
I like to visit Jiaojing Temple. See Yanzhou Bamboo again.
The peak of dawn looks like a fairyland. The green festival is densely leaning against Jiangyun.
Lying in the Yazhai, I listened to the sounds of Xiao Xiaozhu, which I suspected were the sounds of suffering among the people.
The bamboo leaves are green and refuse to turn yellow, and the branches are beautiful and can withstand severe frost.
The bamboo woven thatch leans against the stone roots, and the sparse bamboo stems can be seen in Qiancun.
There are two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the ducks are prophets of the warm spring river water.
Bamboo root beads are better than bamboo skin crowns. If you want to wear them, you must first shorten the hair shaft.
There are two or three red amaranths in the bamboo window, and the mountains are far away from the water gate.
The new bamboo branches are higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of the old stems.
Only Zhu Zhihun is not afraid and can fight with each other for a thousand times.
Who sends new bamboo shoots in the cold forest, and is happy to see the white and jagged color when opening the dowry.
There is no such thing in front of the house on the river. Fortunately, it is green and caressed by the waves.
The bamboo forest at the stern of the boat covers the county and city, and the old people are still standing on their own in Shatou.
In life, it is important to have confidence in your mind and to withstand difficult tests.
Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.
On Qiongjie, the wind blows on the branches, and the wind blows so hard that I forget to return home.
Wan Zhichaolu learned from Xiaoxiang. The lonely pavilion is white and cool.
5. Among the 75 ancient poems for primary school students, ancient poems about plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums
Poems about plum blossoms
1. I have seen the cold plum blossoms and heard the singing of birds again. ——"Miscellaneous Odes"
2. What use is there to comfort distant guests when Han Ying is in ruins? ——"Falling Plum Blossoms"
3. The snow blows and the wind blows louder, the stronger the integrity of the flowers. When time passes, it will drift away, and I will beg for mercy from Mr. Dong even more shamefully. ——"Plum Blossom Quatrains 2"
4. Qiao does not compete for spring, she only repays the spring. When the mountain flowers were in full bloom, she smiled among the bushes. ——"Bu Shuanzi"
5. The remaining water and mountains have no attitude, and they are turned into wind and moon by the sparse plum blossoms. ——"Congratulations to the Bridegroom"
Poems about orchids
1. A solitary orchid grows in a secluded garden, and all the grass is gone.
2. The orchids grow in the deep valley and no one knows them, and the guests who plant them in Dongxuan leave me the fragrance.
3. The flowers are light in summer and deep in spring, with several stamens on one stem randomly slanting horizontally.
4. Although it is not as good as Orchid, it is still a luxury to plant a hundred acres of it. A beautiful ancient poem describing orchids.
5. Orchid is the king’s fragrance, fragrant in the breeze. The beauty of the cave has never been more prosperous and beautiful.
Poems about Bamboo
"When bamboo first grows, it sprouts an inch long, and the joints and leaves are thick. From the belly of a snake to the cocoon to the point where a sword is drawn ten fathoms away, it is born But there is. Today's painters work step by step, and the leaves are tired. How can there be bamboo? Therefore, when painting bamboo, you must first have the bamboo in your heart, and then you will see what you want to paint. If you are anxious to follow it, you will straighten up and follow what you see, like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling.
Verses about chrysanthemums,
Chrysanthemums are surrounded by autumn bushes. The house is like Tao's house, and the fence around it is getting more and more sloping. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among the flowers. There are no flowers in the bamboo pavilion. No one can be seen in the bamboo, blowing incense across the stone bridge all night (Jiang Baishi's "Returning to Hutiao River from the Stone on New Year's Eve") There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo, a prophet of the warmth of the spring river (Su Shi's "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong") After dusk in the east fence. . ” 6. One ancient poem about pine, bamboo and plum blossoms (preferably one you have learned in primary school)
Stay firm on the green hills and keep your roots in the broken rocks.
After thousands of efforts, I was able to break out of the deep mountains, and let the east, west, north and south winds stir up the pine ripples. The old pine trees were lying on their sides in the clear blue ripples. The melodious shadow of the green radish is broken by the ripples - Author: Gu Kuang The green bamboo is half-covered, and the new shoots have just emerged from the wall.
The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. ——Du Fu, Tang Dynasty, Ode to Bamboo, Pine Ripples. The old pine tree is lying on its side in the deep green ripples.
The melodious shadow of green radish is broken by ripples under the brush - Author: Gu Kuang The green bamboo is half-covered, and the new shoots have just emerged from the wall. The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, Ode to Bamboo The green pine trees are tall and straight under the heavy snow. You must know that the pines are noble and pure until the snow melts.
(Chen Yi's "Green Pine" and "Bitter Bamboo" Du Fu and Tang Qingming are also self-defeating, weak and strong to support. The taste is bitter, summer insects avoid it, and spring birds are suspicious of low bushes.
Will Xuan Chi meet? It's so heavy that I have no words to cut. Fortunately, I'm close to a secluded house, where the frost roots are growing.
In the early morning, I fell in love with this quiet bamboo. I saw it in front of the lonely steps of Wei Zhuang Tang. This gentleman, after walking around the fence, is wearing a towel.
No one knows him when he is wandering in a foreign land. Only Cong Huang looks like his master. There is a faint fragrance coming from the snow. The plum trees in the mountain garden are swaying and blooming alone, filling the small garden with sparse shadows across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. If you want to go down, steal the eyes first, the pink butterflies know how to join together and break their souls.
Fortunately, they can have sex with each other, no need for a sandalwood-plated gold bottle. Answered by: Sanqianke - Assistant Level 3 10-17 12:25 Determined. The green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are still in the broken rocks.
The mountains are broken out by the east, west, south and north winds, and the old pine trees are lying on their sides with melodious green ripples. Broken - Author: Gu Kuang The green bamboos are half-covered, and the new shoots have just emerged from the wall.
The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. - Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty. The heavy snow weighs on the green pine trees. Straight and straight.
You must know that the pine is noble until the snow melts (Chen Yi's "Green Pine" and "Bitter Bamboo", Du Fu and Tang Qingming also guard themselves, weak and strong.
Taste. The insects in the bitter summer are hiding, and the spring birds are suspicious. Youhuang.
"Newly Planted Bamboo" I saw this gentleman in front of the lonely steps in Wei Zhuang. He walked around the fence and chanted, but he was a stranger in a foreign land. Only Conghuang looked like his master. The plum blossoms on the branches of Anshi Song are blooming alone in the distance. I know it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance.
The plum blossoms in the mountain garden are blooming alone, occupying the small garden. The shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the dark fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk.
The frost birds steal their eyes when they want to come down, and the pink butterflies are like knowing that they are separated from each other.
Answered by: huohu99g2 - Magic Apprentice Level 1 10-17 12:27 Modified reply: huohu99g2, the reply you want to modify is as follows: Points Rules Close Don't let go of the green hills, keep your roots in the broken rocks. After countless grinding efforts, I came out of the deep mountains, and let the east, west, north, and south winds stir up the ripples of the pines. The ripples of the clear blue sky are rippled, and the old pines are lying on their sides.
The melodious shadow of green radish is broken by ripples under the brush - Author: Gu Kuang The green bamboo is half-covered, and the new shoots have just emerged from the wall. The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance.
——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, Ode to Bamboo The green pine trees are tall and straight under the heavy snow. You should know that the pines are noble and pure until the snow melts.
(Chen Yi's "Green Pine" and "Bitter Bamboo" Du Fu and Tang Qingming are also self-defeating, weak and strong to support. The taste is bitter, summer insects avoid it, and spring birds are suspicious of the low bushes.
Will Xuan Chi meet? It's so heavy that I have no words to cut. Fortunately, I am close to a secluded house, where the frost roots are knotted.
In the early morning, I fell in love with this secluded bamboo. See you in front of the lonely steps of Wei Zhuang. This gentleman, after walking around the fence, is wearing a towel.
No one knows him when he is wandering in a foreign land. Only Cong Huang looks like his master. There is a faint fragrance coming from the snow. The plum trees in the mountain garden are swaying and blooming alone, filling the small garden with sparse shadows across the clear water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. If you want to go down, steal the eyes first, the butterfly will be together if you know it.
Fortunately, you can have sex with each other, no need for a sandalwood golden bottle. The answer should be within 10,000 words.
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Hsinchu (Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli) The east wind skillfully repairs the remaining mountains, and it blows several jade poles in one night. Shy of spring cold.
Bamboo and stone (Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie) are firmly rooted in the broken rocks, and they are still strong despite the winds from east to west.
Age of Pine Trees: Tang Author: Bai Juyi Platinum is exchanged for green pine trees. Since you planted them first, I will not plant them. Fortunately, the west wind is easy to rely on. Late at night, a good voice comes secretly. The snow plum blossoms bloom on the plum slope and the snow is not willing to fall. Sao Renge's writing review. Plum snow is three points white, but it loses some plums. Two plums have plums, no snow, no spirit, no snow, no poetry. It is vulgar. The poem is snowy all day long, and the plum well is very spring. Answered by: Wei Yun - Assistant Level 2 10-17 12:29 Song of Songs Chen Yi The heavy snow is pressing down on the green pines, and the green pines are tall and straight.
If you want to know how noble the pines are, wait until the snow melts. Four Pines Author: Du Fu When the four pines first move. It's probably three feet strong.
If you don't come and stand for three years, you will be able to see that the roots are not uprooted.
The dark color is lucky and the hair is sparse. Ke Yiangzang. The small fence was originally built as a dike. However, it was finally damaged and I was ashamed of being the owner of the old forest.
I am returning home from the thief, and the hall is full of spring grass. I am sighing at the decline of things, and I am comforted by the desolation.
The breeze is blowing for me, and it is like a slight frost on my face. Zhang.
I have no roots in my life, and I am also confused about my feelings and poems.
Don’t miss me for a thousand years. Mei: Fortune teller. By the broken bridge outside Yongmei Luyou Station, I am lonely and without a owner. It is already dusk and I am alone in the wind and rain. Turned into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same. Early Plum Blossoms Zhang said there were white jade strips of cold plum trees on a tree, on the road back to Lincun near the creek bridge.
I don’t know that the water flowers bloomed first, but it is suspected that they have not been sold after the winter snow. Mo Mei Ju Jian Don't hate the waste of painters in painting. There is no need to seek differences, only similarities.
The jade face is not as beautiful as the color of a jackdaw, so I entrust the jade dust to the Han Palace. Bamboo: Plant bamboo and brush the branches to spread the dew.
A gentleman takes it for the most useful purpose. Thousands of light ink strokes draw thin bamboos.
Everything that touches your heart is unworthy of music. There is bamboo within the bamboo, and there is bamboo outside the bamboo.
With a thousand acres of Wei River, this is a giant clan. ——The above three selections are from "Ink Bamboo Painting Book" Courtyard Bamboo, Tang Dynasty·Liu Yuxi. The polyester and lead powder knots are exposed, and the green jade branches are shaken by the wind.
Yiyi is like a gentleman, but there is no place for it. Inscribed on Hsinchu by Du Mu of the Tang Dynasty, several stems are of a faint jade color, separated by green smoke in the evening. The sound breaks through the cold window dream, and the roots penetrate the green moss pattern.
Gradually, when the day comes, I want to get the eight curtains of clouds. If you are not a guest from Shanyin, who can love this king? The heavy snow weighs on the green pine trees, and the green pine trees are straight and straight.
To know that the pines are pure, wait until the snow melts. (Chen Yi's "Green Pine" "Bitter Bamboo" Du Fu Tang Qingming is also self-defeating, weak and strong to support.
Bitter taste summer insects avoid, spring birds are suspicious of low bushes. Xuanqi will not be heavy,. 7. Bamboo Ancient poems
Ancient poems about bamboo:
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river - Su Shi's "Evening View of the Spring River in Huichong"
Under the courtyard, the sky looks like accumulated water, with algae and waterlilies intertwined in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows.
-- Su Shi's "A Night Tour at Chengtian Temple"
What night is there without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us. -- Su Shi's "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple"
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. -- Chang Jian's "Inscribed on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple"
Lying in the Yazhai, listening to the rustling bamboos, they suspected they were the sounds of suffering among the people. -- Zheng Xie's "The Painting of Bamboo in the Weixian County Office Presents Nianbo Bao Dachengkuo"
Thousands of feet of waves are crossing the river, and thousands of bamboo poles are sloping into it.
-- Li Qiao's "Wind"