A short modern poem about bamboo is as follows:
To grandma.
Text/Zeng Waterfall.
Grandma, did you ever know? A follower back then.
You have reached the age when you left him. If only time could go back.
That piece of bamboo forest can be resurrected. I hold your hand, which is as rough as linen.
Back before the bamboos bloomed.
The sight of the rock spring will spit out the mud and stones that have been trapped in the chest for many years.
With a clear voice, you stumble over with a small wooden bucket.
Tell each other endlessly.
Grandma, I promise not to talk too much or touch you each other again.
That thing that is kept secret. I later learned that my grandfather died of starvation that year.
The bamboos are blooming. The year when my uncle drank dichlorvos and died in your arms.
The bamboos are blooming again.
Expansion:
The Seven Virtues of Bamboo.
The bamboo body is straight and would rather break than bend, which is called upright;
Although the bamboo has knots, it does not stop, which is called forging ahead;
The outside of the bamboo is straight Hollow, with a mind like a valley, it is called an open mind;
Bamboo has flowers but does not bloom, and its plain face is facing the sky, which is called simplicity;
Bamboo is detached and independent, standing upright with the sky and the earth, it is called Zhuoer;
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Although bamboo is called outstanding, it is not like pine. It is called a good group;
Bamboo has been handed down from generation to generation and works hard without complaining. This is called responsibility.
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.
Zhuli Pavilion--Pei Di.
I have been to Zhuli Pavilion and had a blind date with Tao. Only mountain birds come and go, and it is so deep that there are no people in the world.
Grandma Bamboo - (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai.
There is Ci Lao Mountain in the north of Dangtu County, with piles of rocks overlooking the river, steep walls and turbulent winds and waves. The mountain produces bamboo, which is round and sparsely knotted and can be used as a flute, with a rhythm in its sound. Wild bamboos grow on rocks, and the smoke reflects the river islands. The green color is deep, the waves are deep, and the voice is cold and early. The dragon's chant has never been heard, but the phoenix's song should be played well. If you don't learn from the willow tree, your sincerity will always protect you.