It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable. -Yu Qian and Shang Lu in Su Song's stone.
Good bamboo green, a spoonful of water for a new year. -Song Lu, you?
The origin of bamboo strength lacks auspicious similarities, but the painter is skilled and difficult to work. Look carefully at the west wind last night, if you don't go east today. Xu Mingwei's wind bamboo leaves are thin and sparse; Snow is unbreakable, and wind is unbreakable. -Zheng Qing Banqiao "Inscription of Ink Bamboo Map"
Zheng Banqiao, one of the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou" in Qing Dynasty, loved bamboo and wrote many famous sentences. Zhu light smoke, write half a gentleman, no need to report peace, high-spirited. Zhu Zheng Banqiao insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking 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. When I was told to go back to Li, I drew bamboo, bid farewell to Mr. wei county in Minqing, and threw it away as an official, leaving my sleeves cold; Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river. Li Aishan's predecessor (Qing Dynasty) looked for the autumn wind in Zheng Banqiao and found it in the bamboo house; It's cloudy, where is the autumn sound? Zheng Banqiao worked as a painter for ten years in Yangzhou, where he became a long-term painter and replaced rouge with ochre ink. The bamboos and cypresses written have no color, but they sell outdated Dongfeng. Weixian has a history of bamboo painting for one year. Bao Dazhong lies in a spacious (clear) elegant room and listens to Xiao Zhu Xiao, which is suspected to be the voice of the people's sufferings; Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings. Hedgerow Bamboo (Clear) Zheng Banqiao is a green place, so why bother to protect bamboo? It is better to use bamboo as a fence than to ask for help. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao liked to grow flowers all over the world. The old man only planted bamboo, and all the frost and snow in the court were removed, but it was new green. After a quiet night of snow, the shadow is green, don't be blown away by the wind, it's exquisite and broken. Bamboo (Qing) Zheng Banqiao is one section after another, and thousands of branches are kept in Chiba; I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies. Inscription painting (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao has a bamboo, an orchid and a stone, which is full of gentleman's wind and eternal green. There are orchids, bamboos, stones, knots, incense and bones. Let him go against the wind and have his own spring news. Inscription (Qing) A gust of wind rolled back and the bamboo branches were in the air. It's really my business to sweep the clouds and fog. I can't just sweep the floor. Inscription (Qing) Autumn wind passed Xiaoxiang last night, and once touched the stone over the forest; Only bamboo branches are not afraid, but they have fought for 1000 games. Two Bamboo Shoots (Qing Dynasty) Fresh bamboo shoots in southern Zheng Banqiao were cooked with shad in the spring breeze. At the beginning of March, the chef took a break and left this photo to pass the book. Bamboo shoots are new in February along the river, and every kitchen peels off spring clouds. This body is willing to open thousands of silk strips and weave a curtain to protect beauty. Inscription painting (Qing) Zheng Banqiao Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches and supported by the old poles; New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi. Inscription (clear) I have 100 thousand rods in my chest, and I can fly into drops of ink later. For the phoenix, for the dragon, for nine days, I dyed the clouds to see the new green. Inscription (Qing) Zheng Banqiao drew a bamboo stick with a stone, which is one foot higher than the bamboo stick. Although one foot makes him taller, watch me lift next year. Wang Wei in Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Julie Pavilion Pei Di has been to Julie Pavilion to have a blind date with Taoism. There are only birds in and out of the mountain, but no one on earth. Mother Bamboo Li Bai There is Mother Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where there are stones and rivers, the shore wall is steep and the wind and waves are rough. Its mountains produce bamboo, which is round and sparse, and can be regarded as a flute tube with sound and tone. Wild bamboos accumulate stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang. The emerald color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. Long Ge has never heard of it, so you should play it well. Don't learn from the willow tree, always protect yourself. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots 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. Liu Zongyuan's dangerous bridge, Gong Xunyuan's Wu Yong Kuzhu Bridge, is a secluded path that winds through the sparse forest. Share hardships and be humble. Bend down to look at the thin stream under the bridge and look up to listen to the rustling of bamboo in the mountains. Clouds in the pool, birds in the mountains. I'm afraid Tianjin won't be needed. The habitat is much cooler. Bamboo Trail Li Deyu Wild Bamboo has its own trail, which is more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs are covered with layers of mounds, reflecting the clear canal sadly. Looking at Lin Jing at sunset, Zhigu is popular. With few family and friends, who wants to cook fish? The new hairpin of Hsinchu Yuanzhen is the only solution, and the cool color is in full bloom. Ran Ran floating coagulate powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind. It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithful size. The newly planted bamboo white house is easy to make the city uncomfortable, and the grass grows behind closed doors. How to entertain the wild and plant more than 100 bamboos. Seeing this exciting color reminds me of my feelings in the mountains. Sometimes in my spare time, I will walk around the fence all day. Don't say that the roots are not strong, and don't say that the yin is not successful. I already feel that there is more than one clear sign in the yard. I love leaning against the window and the sound of autumn wind branches. Enjoy people playing with snow peaches. After the south spring rain, watch the snow frost. All kinds of people are also in fog, modest and self-sustaining. Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early. You can enjoy it when you are old, and you will be amazing when you are young. Guo Tong's staff shot bamboo Liu Changqing in front of Huainan Provincial Government Office, where Liang Wang Garden was originally planted, and now it is moved to the altar of Han General. The cage is low and the crown is high. It's hard to get the land, but it's hard to remove the roots and frost. Flowers become a phoenix, and bamboo shoots grow into fishing rods. The army is quiet and the small county is spacious. Whispering and dusk, the shadows on the door are cold. When Xiangpu changed, Yang Shan was disabled in several places. I don't know the porch screen side, facing Yuan An at the end of the year. Ran's younger brother, Meng Haoran and I have forged a lifelong friendship with Ersanzi. Be ambitious, come through thick and thin, and have a bird heart. Escape is false, and the breeze is in the bamboo forest. Da is interested in wine and occasionally plays the piano. Qi Yiling lived in seclusion, and Li Sheyin and Guo Yishan were deep all the way. Never addicted to things, he worked hard to move his family to the bamboo forest to make a fuss, which led to Li He and Ling Lun picking bamboo for twenty-four. Linglun received it from Kunqiu, and Xuanyuan imperial edict was divided into twelve parts. Linglun used it to correct the melody, and Xuanyuan used it to adjust the vitality. At that time, the Yellow Emperor went to heaven with 23 tubes of salt. Only one pipe is left to blow, and nothing can be taken care of. This pipe is buried in Yu Shun Temple. A friend of mine, Ting Jianwu, went to Xuanzhou to see that kind of jade. It seems that your home is full of Ting Zhu. Guests don't need to breathe the breeze, they are cool and self-sufficient here. Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo shoots are becoming increasingly clear. The light green festival has been frosted, and the yellow buds are still covered with green. Five or six came out of the slaughterhouse, and three or four came out of the family. The high standard is Ling Qiuyan and Tong Zhensheng's spring rhyme. It's rare that life is skillful in mending forests, and there are doubts and disputes in generate. At first glance, the vertical and horizontal lines go hand in hand, and there is no time for romance. Dewdrops shed tears before the wind blows. Who can play with me and stare at the empty scene? Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are as beautiful as jade, and the morning mist is green. The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line. Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to block the curtain cloud. If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman? When eating bamboo shoots for the first time, Li Shangyin's tender and fragrant buds came out of the forest first, and the price of the five tombs was as heavy as gold. Imperial capital, land and sea, should be countless, endure an inch of Lingyun heart. On the bamboo in front of Zhengchang Shili Hall, Jia Daoqing's bamboo is in the poem wine, and he meditates endlessly. The branches are scattered with low snow, and the leaves are covered with sub-cold wind. Xiaosa suspects that spring has passed, but he has the same way. Roots are invaded and unearthed, and bamboo shoots next door are clustered. Outside the screen window, the sound-clearing room is in the middle. See the shutter all day long, and the pillow is the same for several years. Wan Qing sings the prince, and Qian Gong accompanies Ruan Gong. Expose the pity film, and the rain will love it. Jiegu is quite Hubei, and Xiangchuan dominates Shuidong. He Ruxuan is on the edge of the threshold, and the sky is clear. Yu Wang, the official bamboo house, said that whoever planted hundreds of poles would rain, and the accompanying song was called Idle Official. Don't compete with Yao Yan for spring scenery. Stay alone and be afraid of the cold. The sound blows the piano bed to create elegance, and the shadow invades the chess game to help Qing Huan. Even if the toilet is demolished next year, it will still be seen in the snow this winter. Ting Zhiyuan moved a group of flowers to plant this gentleman, making the court more cold and clean. In summer, I am bored around, and there is a breeze to borrow from my neighbors. Chanting about Jinzhujiangtang, it was deserted all the way, and it was suspected to be a forest. Those who are greedy for their husbands, or those who have railings, see gold and don't repair it. Song Qi, a bamboo tree, is different from others by pruning its tips, but refuses to pick them. There is a straight day, but there is no empty heart. Zizhu Xiuzhu is produced in the southwest of Mei, and its color is different from green. Cut the flute to reflect the sandalwood lips, and lead the branches to leave the phoenix. Move from a thousand miles, not into a valley. I love planting bamboo Zhai Sima Guang, and I also borrow Zhai to plant bamboo. One day is indispensable, and chic is always in sight. The snow and frost confessed, and Ke Ye did not change his mind. Better than Shi Jilun, coral is full of golden valley. There are four pavilions in Huazang Academy dedicated to bamboo and Wang Anshi, with a long aftertaste. 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. I'm tired of plants that take root and sprout. I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix. There are bamboos in Qujiang, Lv Tao, Zhu Jin. The color is dark yellow. People in the village look at Zhu Jin. Xiuzhu is lovely and in a golden situation. Heaven and earth are in harmony, and the frost and snow are fierce. Coriolus versicolor has a knot, and chestnut jade is planted into a forest. Looking back at Weichuan, the mountains are surrounded by greenery. Bamboo Xuan Shen Liao ancients loved to repair bamboo, and they were chic in Youxuan. Strong sense of rhythm, clear and not vulgar voice. The spring war is trivial, and the autumn wind shakes dry. Who knows Wei Chuanfu, a thousand acres can be crowned. Zhu Yong Wei Xiang, this gentleman is firm and natural. How can he know that the demon flowers dominate the porch, the light frost does not fall, and the jade is flawless. If you don't grow in spring, there will be many branches and leaves. Where there is land, there are big roots. Whoever recommends cutting the sound in the Qing Palace will surely get Jia Mu. (The word and Ke, a painter in the Northern Song Dynasty, has something to do with this person) Bamboo, bamboo. Sen cold, clean green. By the Xiangjiang River, Wei Shui Qu. Curtain green brocade, spear jade. With an open mind, different plants and trees are more energetic than any wood. Turn the dragon stick into the fairy valley and call the phoenix to sing the holy valley. Yuee towel net, wind girl Su. Drinking in the forest breaks the shadow and shakes the gold, and playing chess on the stone clears the shade. Dr. Qu drove the pepper orchid away, and Mr. Tao came back to find Songju. If the random movement is invincible to you, the natural and unrestrained posture is immoral to the servant. Su Shi, a hermit, can make food without meat, and can't live without bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable. When people laugh at this, they are stupid. If you are still munching on this, there are Yangzhou cranes in the world. Cherish bamboo poems lead Kong Wuzhong to Dongzhai. There are several bamboo poles, resplendent and gratifying. They are attached to many bamboo shoots, full of benefits and profundity. The last one to come out, especially very strange and unexpected, has not solved the problem yet. For veterans, he mourned over it, covered the sun with dry clouds, but was destroyed under the window, brought snow with frost, and disappeared in an instant, walking around. Between the old moss wall and the sunset, no one can break my green hills. That is, the green leaves turn into dust, and there are still low branches exposed. Don't let the cloud tip invade the snow, because the world is full of waves. There is no shortage of manpower in the old garden, and it is cold on cloudy days in June. In front of the bamboo pole window of the bookstore, the wind blows all over the courtyard. Always in front of you, don't be tired of it, but it should be difficult to turn it into a dragon. No matter who says you are poor, use bamboo. Yinggu has thousands of shots and never had a song. Huang Tingjian, who grows bamboo with his teacher Hou, is hiding in this city. This gentleman is a true friend. When the roots are gone, bamboo shoots are made. The painting dragon Gepi left and the wind blew. The grass is barren and three paths are broken. See you at the end of the year. Hsinchu Langgan, Hui Hong's books against the wall, suddenly planted Hsinchu in the forest. Yesterday, Xiao Xuan gained territory, but it troubled jiayue to smash gold. Planting a Bamboo Pavilion Fan Chengda sweeps and publicizes this gentleman, and the green dust gives birth to smoke under the moon. He is full of cool breeze, don't forget that this year, the secluded grass was taken place in the dark rock by the curtilage people Hsinchu, Zhu and Chunlei. I planted Phyllostachys pubescens, which has sprouted. Sitting in the secluded forest and enjoying it, there is no sense of vulgarity. The land tour is covered with frost, and this column of immortals can be seen by the river. The cold goes straight into the bones, and there is no dust to live in. The light of the stream and the color of bamboo are all right, so it is even more strange to walk to the bridge. In this respect, you can starve for ten years behind closed doors without being thin. When Yang Wanli, a young man from Hsinchu, entered the wild, those who were banned from feathering stood like a wall. The brocade is stretched and peeled, and the powder section is newly painted with frost. After three days of rain, I suddenly felt very happy when I got out of the wall. This autumn, there are many defenses, and Mr. Zuo is particularly cold. Xin Qiji, who moved bamboo, lamented his age for planting trees. When is it cloudy? Seeing that the grandson has a child, it is better to plant bamboo around the garden pool. Planting Bamboo Before Liu Kezhuang settled down, planting bamboo was a shade of love. I can't be stingy for a day, but I can't count a few strokes. Poetry is added between windows, and Guo moves out to pay for it. Laugh where next year, the wind blows. Gong Ping, Fu Sen, Yuxuan, Meng Zongxian, the ancients borrowed houses to grow bamboo. It seems that their curiosity is not enough. Gao Zhai heard that there were thousands of posts, and he was sitting opposite Hu Aishan drinking autumn green. There is nothing wrong with being idle as an official. There is meat in wine. He barks at your door, and the high pillow and low bed can accommodate me. The title of a word shows that Shang, Li Junmin, is clever, can cure the customs, and has a crush on him. I would rather bear this than the injustice of the dragon. Guo Changqian, a bamboo bush in Yi Teachers College, moved to the west altar, with a slim figure of more than ten poles. You must not lose the old cypress if you win the law, but you must gain the orchid if you take root. Although there is no spring scenery, I promise it will be cold. The flowers are scattered, please come and have a look. Hao, the title county, now the gentleman Xuanmao Ruiqing Guilin has a new surname, which is adjacent to Wan Zhuqing. Don't send Wei Feng's cigarettes. I have reached the frost hole in my heart, but I don't know what to do. From then on, the porch back glows, tender and fragrant. On the tall bamboo near the water, there is a gathering on the tall bamboo near the water, and the flowers are in the shade. Being a virgin is a gentleman's heart. Chunyang didn't cut her own throat. It was already exposed. ChristianRandPhillips used to play her musical instrument, and she looked down at Cang Wucen. Cold bamboo article Fu Ruojin cold bamboo shines like a stream, and the stone is born. Because the land is thick, the scenery is sprinkled in spring, and the branches and leaves are brilliant. And Zifang's age worries me every time. Sudden sorrow and change, fear of dust. Cold Austria is suitable for differences, and it's a pity to be late. The shadow of strange fate has not stopped, and the sound of solving the valley is worrying. A gentleman is a lover, with a deep sea of clouds. Bamboo dares to move, but people dare not change. I am willing to say that closing the factory will not hurt the firewood. Xu lives in a quiet suburb across the Wang Mian River, with more than 1,000 acres of vulva. Why don't you insist on high Cao Shi and give the book to the laity? Lying listening to the green rain and watching the breeze with a smile. However, the world of mortals swept away, and the old cold separated the firewood. Bamboo on the River Bamboo on the Wang Jiang rustles all over the foothills. The morning glow is bright with gold, and the evening moon is cold with jade. Green phoenix wings on the tip, Julia bear feet. Deep clumps of doubt stand on the wall and fold at high knots. Desolate with rain and dew, chaotic with vegetation. Don't ask bamboo shoots to cook soup, and don't ask rafters to build a house. Make a flute and play my flat tune. Cao has bamboo, but no one has a solitary bamboo, and some people have no bamboo, which is vulgar. How can you have both? Only your family is young and content. Your home is surrounded by Emerald City, and someone in your home clears the ice and snow. A towel makes a bright moon, and both people and bamboo get carried away. Oriental mulberries are rich and beautiful, while western flowers, bees and butterflies gather. Is there no tea leading to the pot? It's up to the poet to knock at the door. Poets love bamboo as a guest, and Juanjuan's beautiful poems are innovative. You have to open a road to sweep the white clouds and meet people who are not dusty. Wild bamboo is really cute, and the juice is really thin. Throughout his life, he stayed away from Jing Zhen, walked on the cliff and wore stones. Open-minded, the wind is flying in Bai Yue. What will happen to thousands of feet? Weichuan Bridge is windy and smoky. Chu Shi Zhu Yi Pavilion is located in Yushan, where Li Zhengjun's Festival House is located. Everything is built around one foot. Autumn sounds bleak in June, and the green rain disappears day by day. Fairy or rice, Taoist white feather clothes. Yaser sat on a rock and watched white clouds flying in the sky. The picture of Zhuxi Library shows the yellow title: There are countless bamboos on the banks of Qingxi River, and the love bamboos move to bamboo forests. The old bamboo clangs in front of the steps, and reading in autumn night is stained with bamboo dew. The sound of books around the house is mixed with bamboo, and the color of bamboo invades the book, which helps the book become interesting. All the bamboo roots have grandchildren, and the couple on the bamboo have come together. Sometimes I carry a harp and a bamboo bullet, and my sleeves are clear. Clouds take pictures of bamboo on the moon, and bamboo sticks look for poems to cross the bridge. I love bamboo all my life, regardless of the owner's bamboo building. You don't want to see a mutation. Ten thousand rolls of bamboo are better than the tea makers in the Tang Dynasty, and new shoots are coming out of the wall. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. -Tang Du Fu's "Yongzhu" pavilion Yuxi exposed the lead powder festival, and the wind shook the sapphire branches. Yiyi is like a gentleman, and there is nothing wrong with her. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots 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. The new hairpin of Hsinchu Yuanzhen is the only solution, and the cool color is in full bloom. Ran Ran floating coagulate powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind. It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithful size. The newly planted bamboo white house is easy to make the city uncomfortable, and the grass grows behind closed doors. How to entertain the wild and plant more than 100 bamboos. Seeing this exciting color reminds me of my feelings in the mountains. Sometimes in my spare time, I will walk around the fence all day. Don't say that the roots are not strong, and don't say that the yin is not successful. I already feel that there is more than one clear sign in the yard. I love leaning against the window and the sound of autumn wind branches. Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo will become clear day by day. The light green festival has been frosted, and the yellow buds are still covered with green. Five or six came out of the slaughterhouse, and three or four came out of the family. The high standard is Ling Qiuyan and Tong Zhensheng's spring rhyme. It's rare that life is skillful in mending forests, and there are doubts and disputes in generate. At first glance, the vertical and horizontal lines go hand in hand, and there is no time for romance. Dewdrops shed tears before the wind blows. Who can play with me and stare at the empty scene? Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are as beautiful as jade, and the morning mist is green. The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line. Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to block the curtain cloud. If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman? It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable. -Su Songshi's "Imperial Monk Xuan" The new spring is full of bamboo and a spoonful of water. -Song Lu, you?