Poetry about bamboo after rain 1. Poems about bamboo
Countless bamboo shoots grow all over the forest, and Chai Men secretly protects pedestrians.
Meeting must be made of bamboo, and guests will never be greeted with anger.
-Tang Du Fu's ode to spring bamboo shoots
The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.
The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
-Tang Du Fu's Ode to Bamboo
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.
-"Wind Bamboo" by Xu Ming Wei
Thin leaves and sparse nodes;
Snow is unbreakable, and wind is unbreakable.
-Zheng Qing Banqiao "Inscription of Ink Bamboo Map"
After the rain, the dragon and grandson grow, and before the wind, the phoenix tail shakes;
Guilt is deeply rooted, which means the sun will shine.
-Qing Dai Xi "Painting Bamboo"
When I was in the deep forest and on the moon, Juanjuan was born with bamboo.
Empty and bright is a difficult task, but cold and blue are common and can be cured.
-Clear. Wang Mulan's Mangosteen Beyond the Moon
2. Are there any poems about bamboo after the rain?
Bamboo is like a saint. Why? Bamboo is solid, solid with tree virtue, and when a gentleman sees it, he thinks good and makes it.
Bamboo is straight, standing straight; A gentleman sees his nature and thinks of it. Bamboo heart is empty, empty as a shell; A gentleman sees the heart and thinks empty.
Bamboo knot, chastity, perseverance; When a gentleman sees his festival, he struggles for fame and fortune, which is consistent with danger. If the husband is like this, then there are many trees in the court.
In the spring of the 19th year of Zhenyuan, he was chosen by Juyi and awarded the school book lang. He began to seek a fake residence in Chang 'an, and was located in Dongge, a private residence in Changle County. Walking in the southeast corner of the pavilion tomorrow, you will see bamboo, with silent and colorless branches and leaves.
When asked about Guan's elders, he said: The hand of this country was planted. Donated from the state to the museum, others lived in fake houses. Therefore, the basket maker was cut, the broom maker was cut, and the rest of the punishment was useless.
There are all kinds of flowers and trees, full of sorrow, regardless of bamboo. Gather righteousness and cherish the hands of their elders, abandon them at the sight of vulgarity, and their nature still exists.
It's just a kind of meeting. It's not over in a day. So the sunrise is clear and the wind is clear.
Still, I am happy. If I have feelings, I will feel them. Ha ha! Bamboo is not good for people. It's like being a saint, but people cherish it, seal it and plant it. What about being a real saint? However, bamboo is to vegetation, and saints are to the public.
Ho ho! Bamboo can't be different from itself, only people are different. A saint can't be different from himself, only those who use him can be different.
Pretend to write "bamboo cultivation" on the wall of the pavilion to impress those who stayed in Sri Lanka later, and also want to learn from the sage's cloud today.
3. Complete poems and ancient poems describing bamboo.
Zhu Shi (Qing. Zheng Xie)
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.
Bamboo (Dongpo, Su Song)
Eating without meat is better than living without bamboo;
No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar.
Zhu Yong (Fu Bangru)
Breaking ground, Lingyun is getting higher and higher, and the cold drive is leading all the way.
Don't shed tears of passion, wish to melt ice and snow for Chunshan.
Singing bamboo (seven laws)
Small bridges and flowing water around the hut make it comfortable to live and settle down. The wind destroys the body, the roots are still upright, the snow presses the waist and the branches are stronger.
Being famous, I always keep the festival, and my heart is empty and dark. Not afraid of frost and heat, it is beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
A kind of bamboo
Tang jianxun
Joan's day was full of wind, and she forgot to go back for sex.
The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows.
jasmine
Tang Lizhong
Occasionally, I moved from a monastery on the mountain to build bricks.
The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come.
Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.
The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly.
A kind of bamboo
Tangzhenggu
Suitable for smoke, rain and wind, but loose when hidden in water.
Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker.
The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.
Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together.
Don du fu
The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.
Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine.
The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.
But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.
Takeishi
Zheng Qing Banqiao
Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;
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.
Hedgehog bamboo
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
A piece of green shade is like washing, why bother to protect bamboo?
It is better to use bamboo as a fence than to ask for help.
A kind of bamboo
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
The whole world loves to grow flowers, but the old people only grow bamboo.
Frost and snow move to court, and new green is sprinkled.
After a quiet snowy night, the shadow lost its green color.
Don't be blown away by the wind.
4. Poems about bamboo
There are knots before unearthed; Longitudinal lingyun Jue also unintentionally.
A kind of bamboo
Tang jianxun
Joan's day was full of wind, and she forgot to go back for sex.
The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows.
Excerpts from poems about things.
jasmine
Tang Lizhong
Occasionally, I moved from a monastery on the mountain to build bricks.
The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come.
Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.
The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly.
A kind of bamboo
Tangzhenggu
Suitable for smoke, rain and wind, but loose when hidden in water.
Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker.
The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.
Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together.
A kind of bamboo
Tang Wei style
Bamboo, beside the pool, like jade.
Quiet and quiet, and smoky green.
It is better to rob the festival than to change it.
There are many kinds of Qu Wei, but the Wangs haven't seen enough.
The fairy stick scares the dragon, and the beauty should cook with the phoenix.
Only sadness blows as a farewell voice, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing.
Excerpted from issue 2 1-30, ancient and modern, at home and abroad.
Looking for Mianzhu from Xu Wei
Don du fu
Huaxuan love, Mianzhu graceful and restrained, high county.
There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling.
5. Poems about bamboo in midsummer ~ ~
In Tang Du Mu's poem Bamboo, the frost roots gradually follow the axe, and the wind and jade still knock the autumn.
The water fairy sings the real posture of Zhu Yuan's Ma Qianzhai, which is not attacked by ice and snow, and is straight and graceful and easy to see. The wind and rain in Weichuan clear the pillow, and when the flowers bloom, there is a phoenix to find.
Wen Huzhou is a bosom friend. In spring, I indulge in the breeze, and in autumn, I sing to the moon.
Enjoy people playing bamboo, Tang Dynasty, Xue Tao, South Spring Rain after rain, and then look at snow and frost. All kinds of people are also in the fog, and they can be self-sustaining with humility.
Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early. You can enjoy it when you are old, and you are young and energetic.
In the Tang dynasty, Yan Jia and Du Fu were half-veiled, and new shoots came out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle.
The rain washes gently and the wind blows gently. But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.
In Tibetan monk Lu, Su Shi in Song Dynasty can cook without meat and live without bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar.
People are thin and fat, but laymen are hopeless. Others scoff at this, so high that they are stupid.
If you're still chewing this. There are no Yangzhou cranes in the world.
Bamboo Tang Wei-style bamboo, Linchi jade. Quiet and quiet, and smoky green.
It is better to rob the festival than to change it. There are many kinds of Qu Wei, but the Wangs haven't seen enough.
The fairy stick scares the dragon, and the beauty should cook with the phoenix. Only sadness blows as a farewell voice, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing.
Song Yang Wanli, a bamboo forest in front of the Shuige of Yongshitang Jiangdian, see this gentleman. Decadence is not a village.
Sunset and writing. Birds are soul eaters.
The guest thinks that there is no such thing, and the poem is worried about it. Ask the canal: "Can I drink?" -Put the wine on the frost root.
Huang Menlu waited on Yu Yinzhu and Zhang Tang Jiu Ling Qing Zi Ting to prevent the branches from being exposed. There is no mystery about color, only change, and the sound is blown by the wind.
Those who have high ambitions value each other, and the world knows it with humility. Fengdi is delicious, and you must come to the instrument when you go.
Painting bamboo songs in parallel Tang Bai Juyi assisted Xiao Yueshan in painting bamboo, which was incoherent. Small and secretive, asking for help all the year round.
Knowing the heaven and the good things, I suddenly wrote a fifteen-shot, and I saw it. Give it heavy meaning, superb skills, no answer, write a song to report it, every 186 word cloud.
Bamboo in plants, although not similar in ancient and modern times, is difficult to write. Xiao Lang's style of writing is unique and lifelike, unique since Danqing.
People draw a swollen bamboo body, while Xiao draws a thin stem. People draw bamboo shoots hanging to death, while Xiao draws branches and leaves moving.
Born without roots, born with intention, made without bamboo shoots, made with a pen. On the bank of the wild pool, there are two clumps of fifteen stems.
ChanJuan didn't lose her pink state, and Xiaosa tried her best. Look up suddenly picturesque, and listen in a low voice.
The seven stems of the west cluster are strong, and the stone in front of Tianzhu Temple is seen. The eight stems of Dongcong are sparse and cold. I remember watching it in the rain in ChristianRandPhillips Temple.
You, I miss a few people and sigh with you. Unfortunately, Xiao Lang Xiao Lang's hands are shaking and his eyes are dizzy.
When talking to yourself is the last word, this bamboo has been particularly scarce since then. Pay Yuan Jiu a new kind of bamboo. Send Tang Bai Juyi. I met you ten years ago.
I used to make the autumn bamboo pole more lonely and straight than you. As soon as the center is combined, foreign affairs will be endless.
* * * Protect your heart, autumn bamboo, wind and frost can't invade. At first, I suspected the phoenix tree, and the color changed first in autumn.
If you don't love Yang Liuzhi, spring will be weak. After I left you, I saw the appearance of bamboo.
The long desire was in sight, so it was planted on the side of the family. Where is the first place? Nan Jun and I are in the north.
I gave you a poem, and I was very excited about it. Du Mu, who planted bamboo in the Tang Dynasty, planted it in the sun, but it seemed to move in the stream.
Feather trees are alive and smoke is thin. On a cold rainy night in Xiao Sao, when the night wind came.
When the old country arrives, the dust crown hangs branches. Outside the fence of Jia Dao in the bamboo Tang Dynasty, the shade is clear and the medicine column is connected, and the breeze is in the garden.
After the child left, there were fewer bosom friends and the festival was as cold as ice. Tang Lihe, one of the four unique new bamboo shoots in Changgu Beiyuan, fell off a long pole and cut jade. You see, the mother bamboo shoots are made of dragon.
It's better to smoke thousands of feet overnight, but don't pour a few inches of mud into the pond. Weixian has a history of bamboo painting for one year. Bao Dazhong-cheng attached Zheng Xie Yazhai's lying and listening, suspecting that it was the voice of the people's sufferings; Some small officials in Caozhou County.
A branch and a leaf are always related to love.
6. Ancient poems about bamboo poems
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. -"Bamboo Stone" Xie
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. -"Bamboo Stone" Xie
Bamboo shadow poetry is thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams.
The poor moon won't go down to the west wing tonight. -"Jueju" Wang Yuan listens to you
When they started planting bamboo, they used their spines to form a fence, carefully protecting the growth of Hsinchu, which was shaded by trees and rippled in the water.
The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.
When the shells of bamboo shoots fall off, they hear rustling sound, bamboo jointing stage, sparse and sparse appearance.
Back in my spare time, I often come here. At that time, I took my pillow and bamboo mat with me and slept well. -"East Lake Hsinchu" Song Luyou
7. Poems about bamboo
A clump of bamboo in front of the window is green and unique.
The southern branches cross the northern leaves, and the new bamboo is mixed with the old branches.
The moonlight is dense and windy.
It doesn't matter if you fly, but you can watch it alone.
But I hate following the trend, and my roots grow apart.
Bamboo (Liu Xiaoxian)
Bamboo is born in the wild, and clouds are everywhere.
No one appreciates noble morality, but he is self-loyal.
ChristianRandPhillips's tears are shameful, and Qin Gong is shameful.
Everyone who makes flutes should spit dragons.
Endowed with tender bamboo in front of the stage (Chen. Zhang)
Cui Yun clouds cluster himself, light flowers and tender bamboo shoots want to fly in the air.
Build by laying bricks or stones bent branches repeatedly solve, steps to disperse the wind in Ye Qiang.
Want to know where to hold the dragon, it should be in the middle of the mountain road.
Zhu Yong (Tang Liqiao)
Shan Juan is full of enthusiasm in the Chu River with high terrain.
White flowers shake the wind shadow, and green knots move the dragon text.
Leaves sweep the southeast sky, branches carry the northwest clouds.
Who knows Xiang Shui, crying alone and thinking of you.
More than 100 poems by Zhai Jun on planting bamboo are left (Tang Linghu Chu)
Zhai Juzhi's bamboo north window, the plain wall is newly reflected.
The green one is close to the drug delivery place, and the shade is deep in front of the sleeping curtain.
The wind startled the leaves like rain, and the moon passed the branches like smoke.
Lao Tzu recalled that his heart was hanging, and he retired from public office to meditate.
In autumn, Baisha Pavilion faces bamboo (Don Xu Hun)
Mix lingxue frost is thick green but different from Hunan.
The thin shadow of the moon moved to the wall, cold and windy.
The roller blinds fall earlier and the high pillows are longer at night.
Suddenly, I remembered Xiqin Road. It's very cold in Wan 'an today.
The first time you eat bamboo shoots, you are in the middle (Tang. Li Shangyin)
When the tender and fragrant buds first came out of the forest, the price of Yuling was as heavy as gold.
The emperor's capital, land and sea, should be countless. He forbeared to cut an inch of gold from Lingyun.
Zhu Yong (Tang Zhenggu)
Suitable for smoke, rain and wind. After hiding water in the village, it becomes loose.
Move Xiao Sao away from the temple and see Qianfeng.
The invading moss decomposes and the spring buds bloom, and the winding path is slightly covered by summer.
Strange apricot blossoms are affectionate, and several branches are in harmony.
Zhufeng (Tang)
Bamboo reflects the wind window several times, which makes people worry about it.
I had a dream of rivers and lakes at night, all of which were dry as flowers.
Chunshan Zhongzhu (Tang Peishuo)
The number of rods is green dragon-shaped, so students need to be taught steep pull here.
Infinite wildflowers can't bloom, and the cool colors in the Mid-Levels compete with spring.
Zhu Yong (Don Zhang Bi)
The trees are full of clouds of tobacco leaves, and Wang Sun never tires of seeing them, pushing and shoving in the court.
No one has ever seen Shuang Ling. He treats feng lai humbly all day.
Who can add romance, who can sing and who can feel sorry for themselves?
There are many idle places everywhere, just to move the clouds and caress the green moss.
Shuangjun Pavilion (Su Songshi)
Xie can't help herself, and ChanJuan has been in a cold attitude for many years.
To see the significance of first frost, we must wait until the autumn wind falls.
Fu Du is in the garden (Zhe)
Bamboo is not born in cold areas, although it often gets sick.
Roots are deeply rooted and secluded, and leaves are fierce.
ChanJuan snow posture, scattered wind and shadow.
Prosperity sees loneliness, and one enemy is a thousand hectares.
Reminiscent of the river, the cliff is a forest.
If there is no wind, it will drift, and the policy sounds barren.
Hsinchu (Song Yang Wanli)
The east wind makes up the mountain, and the jade pole is blown overnight.
Half-naked and half-naked, Qilong is afraid of the cold spring.
Yongdong Lake Hsinchu (Song Dynasty. Lu you)
Insert thorns, weave fences to protect them and cultivate a cold blue reflection.
The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.
When the shells of bamboo shoots fall off, they hear rustling sound, bamboo jointing stage, sparse and sparse appearance.
Back in my spare time, I often come here. At that time, I took my pillow and bamboo mat with me and slept well.
(yuan. Zhenwu)
Wild bamboo Wild bamboo is absolutely lovely, and its branches and leaves are sparse and true.
Throughout his life, he stayed away from Jing Zhen, walked on the cliff and wore stones.
Hold mountains and rivers with an open mind, and chat with Bai Yue in the breeze.
What will happen to thousands of feet? Weichuan Bridge is windy and smoky.
Song of bamboo shoots in Hsinchu (Dai)
The forest is full of yellow birds, and Hsinchu under the forest is in harmony with people.
In the spring breeze, the rabbit stays behind the door, and the dew scares the bamboo chicken in the daytime.
Three days after the rain, spring has passed, and several others are near the stone bed.
Race to the top of the world, regardless of the moss on the steps.
Zhu Shi (Qing. Zheng Xie)
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.
Zhu Qing. Zheng Xie)
Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves.
I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.