Two poems about pine, bamboo and plum blossoms

Two Songs of Planting Pines

Tang Bai Juyi

The small pine is not full and the beloved hand moves by itself

The background of Cangran Stream is cloudy and wet smoke Feifei

Plant me late in life and grow into a king with late nature

How can I have forty branches of this size

Can I see the Yin in my life and be seventy rare

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Love the king, embrace the king at night, pity the king Han Zhiwen

I want to see the king in court

If you know that the king is dead, you will not die anymore. Will Ling Yun

Tingsong

Tang Bai Juyi

How can there be ten pines in the hall on my steps

They stand in disorder without rows and are not even in order

The taller one is three feet long and the lower one is ten feet lower

Like a wild animal whose plant is unknown

The white sand terrace supported by the green tile roof

There is wind and moon in the morning and dusk Dry, wet and dust-free mud

The rhyme of autumn maple is cool and the summer is desolate

It rains deeply in spring and rains in the evening, and the leaves are full of pearls and raindrops

At the end of the year, there is heavy snow. The branches are covered with jade

The four seasons are interesting, and the trees are not the same ones

I bought this house last year and it was mostly known to people

A family of 20 moved it and it was easy to move.

What can you get if you move here, but you will have troubles?

This is a good friend, why don’t you make friends with talented people?

Looking at me is like a layman’s crown taking away the dust< /p>

I feel guilty when I am not called the pine master

Four Pines

Tang Dufu

When the Four Pines first moved, they were roughly three feet apart. After three years of separation, it is as long as a human being.

You will see that the roots are not uprooted, and the branches are withered and dark. Fortunately, the hair is sparse and the branches are hidden.

The small fence inserted also has a dike. Finally, the damage was done to Qianyehuang

I dare to do it for the old forest owner, Li Shu, but I am not well enough to avoid the thieves. Now I have returned to the empty hall full of spring grass

Looking at the things, I lament the decline and express my condolences. The desolate breeze blows on my face like a slight frost

It's enough to see me off and chat with my old age. I am born without roots and a wife, and I am also confused

I can't forget the deeds of being sentimental and writing poems. Don’t worry about being miserable in the sky after a thousand years

Little pine

Tangdu Xunhe

Since I was a child, I have been in the deep grass with thorns, but now I am gradually aware of the basil

At that time, people didn’t know the Lingyun tree until Lingyun began

Yan Zheng’s mansion chanted the same bamboo as Du Fu

The green bamboo half-contained the new shoots only came out of the wall

Color invasion The book is overcast in the evening and cooled by the wine bottle

The rain washes the flowers and the wind blows the fragrance

But if you don't cut it, you will see the wind and the clouds grow

Han Yu, Hsinchu< /p>

The bamboo shoots added to the southern steps are becoming clearer every day

The frost in the bamboo festival has been stored, and the yellow buds are still covering the green

When the five or six are out of the market, Luo Sansi< /p>

The high standard of Lingqiu, the strict and pure color seizes the beauty of spring

The sparse and clever forest bursts out of doubt and disputes

Zongheng and He followed the line for a while, and then it was brilliant

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Wind branches are not blowing and the dew powder is blowing before they are in tears

Who can play with the clear scenery and stare at the sky

Wang Anshi in Zhuli

Ci Yun Zhang Zi Yezhulin Temple's two poems

In the south of Gyeonghyeonseong City, there is a Zen forest with two cows croaking deep in the background

The wind and spring hit the mourning bamboos across the room and the moon edge was covered with broken gold

The pavilion in Huazangyuan chants about the Bamboo King Anshi

A path that is so forest-like and four poets’ seats are so cold and gloomy that the lingering rhyme will last forever

People are born thin because of their pity and are tall and talented< /p>

Once with the rain and dew of Artemisia terrestris, it finally followed the pines and cypresses to the frost

I am sorry to take the root of the plant and beg for mercy to learn from the Phoenix

Jiangmei

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The plum blossoms are broken in front of the plum blossoms and there are many plum blossoms in the year. I know that the spring is good and the worst thing is to worry about it

The snow tree is of the same color and the river wind is also invisible from the hometown. Wu Xiu is so gloomy.

Plum Blossoms

Cui Daorong of the Tang Dynasty

The number of calyxes contains snow at the beginning, the isolated painting is difficult to smell, there is a unique rhyme in the fragrance, and it is very clear and does not know the cold

Hengdi and worry about listening to oblique skills, depending on the disease, looking at the headwind, understanding the meaning, easy to destroy, don't destroy it

Zi Yang Gongji plum blossoms

Song Dynasty Su Shi

Mo Xiangshuang morning resentment Before it blooms, it destroys itself day and night. A new flower with wind and dew is like waiting for the moon to come in the west chamber