Poems about bamboo

I. Hsinchu

Author Zheng Xie? Ching 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.

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New bamboo is taller than old bamboo, and their growth depends entirely on old branches. New ones will grow and grow taller next year.

Second, bamboo stone.

Author Zheng Xie? Ching 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.

Translation?

Firmly adhere to the castle peak and not relax, originally deeply rooted in the crevices. After many trials and tribulations, the bones are still strong and can blow the east and west and the north and south winds.

Third, the partridge festival.

Author Su Shi? Song dynasty

Forest breaks mountains, bamboo hides walls. A small pond full of cicadas and weeds. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird. Press the pink color and it will smell sweet.

Outside the hut, next to the ancient city. The cane turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.

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At the end of the lush forest in the distance, there are towering mountains. Near the house surrounded by bamboo forests, there is a small pond full of rotten grass, and the cicadas are dazzling. White birds fly by from time to time in the air, and the red lotus in the pond exudes fragrance.

In the countryside, near the ancient city wall, I walked slowly with a quinoa in my hand, and the sunset was in the blink of an eye. It rained a little diligently last night, and today it can make the wandering people enjoy a cool day.

Fourth, Konakayama.

Author Yue Fei? Song dynasty

I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.

Translation?

Last night, the crickets in the cold autumn couldn't stop moaning, dreaming of returning to their hometown and being awakened by the war thousands of miles away. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. It was quiet all around, and outside the curtain, a thin moon was hazy.

Make a name for the country, not be old with Frost Star. The pine and bamboo trees in Jiashan are old, but they can't help but talk and stop returning home. I want to give the lyre a song full of worries. There are few bosom friends, even if the string is broken, who will listen

Fifth, don't store it in the middle.

Author Li Bai? the Tang Dynasty

Please ask for directions in the mountains, and raise your hand to indicate the south of the East. The boat goes south from Yangzhou, and the long flowing water leads to Quidditch.

The water is clear. Under the shade of green bamboo, the water is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the reflection of lotus flowers and emitting bursts of fragrance. Farewell to the king, shaking like stone dust, I will lie in the frosty autumn.

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Asking you the way to the village, you raise your hand and point to the southeast. From Yangzhou to the south by boat, long flowing water leads to benefits.

The stream is clear, covered with bamboos, and the water is as clear as a mirror, reflecting the reflection of lotus flowers and emitting bursts of fragrance. Say goodbye to you and go to Tianmu, shake off the stone dust and I will lie high in the autumn frost.