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Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves.
I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies. A kind of bamboo
Don Lihe
Into the hydrological light movement, take time to shadow the spring.
Dew, Watson, bamboo shoots, moss, frost roots.
Weaving can carry fragrance and sweat, and shearing can catch brocade scales.
Three beams have been put into use, one for Wang Sun. Zhu Yong
Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty
First frost Festival, repair the jade snow body.
Without language and possibility, there is a vivid month. Zhu Yong
Wang Song Anshi
People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old.
I once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia selengensis, and finally sought the frost with pine and cypress. Zhu Yong
Zhu mingyuan Zhang
The snow pressed the branches very low, although they could not touch the mud.
Once the sun rises, it is still in harmony with the sky. Yan's home is like chanting bamboo.
Don du fu
The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.
The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle.
The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.