Pine, bamboo, and plum blossoms are collectively known as the "Three Friends of Suihan". There is an ancient saying that "pines, bamboos, and plums are three friends in the cold weather; peaches, plums, and apricots are one family in the warmth of spring." These three plants are named after their tenacious vitality in the cold winter. They are symbols of noble personality in traditional Chinese culture and are also used as a metaphor for loyal friendship. "Heavy snow weighs on the green pine, and the pine is straight and straight." "There are knots before they are unearthed, but they are still open-minded when the clouds rise." "The sharp edge of the sword comes from the grinding, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." These three lines of poem describe themselves.

Poems about Pine, Bamboo and Plum

"Bitter Bamboo" Du Fu Tang

Qing Ming is also self-defeating, weak and strong in support. It tastes bitter, avoids summer insects, and is suspicious of spring birds. The Xuanchihui is not important, and the cutting is useless. Fortunately, I am close to the secluded house, and there are frost roots here. In the early morning, I stopped under the pavilion and fell in love with this secluded bamboo.

"Newly Planted Bamboo" Wei Zhuangtang

I saw this gentleman in front of the lonely steps. After walking around the railing and chanting, I got wet with my towel. No one knows me when I am wandering in a foreign land, but Cong Huang is like my master.

"Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden" by Lin Bu, Song Dynasty

All the flowers are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the small garden with all the charm. The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk. The frost bird steals its eyes when it wants to come down, and the pink butterfly seems to know how to unite and break its soul. Fortunately, we can have sex with each other by chanting slightly, and we don't need gold bottles made of sandalwood.

"Hsinchu" (Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli)

The east wind cleverly repairs the remaining mountains, blowing several poles of jade in one night. Half-dressed and still half-dressed, the dragon has no faith and is afraid of the cold spring.

Essay about Pine, Bamboo and Plum

The Style of Pine Trees Author: Tao Zhu

Last winter, I went from Yingde to Lian County, and along the way I saw lush pine trees. Vibrant and proud.

Although you are sitting in a car and the pine trees pass by in a flash, their attitude of not fearing the wind and frost makes people feel respectful

and will not be forgotten for a long time. . At that time, I really wanted to write down this feeling, but I couldn't. Two days ago in Humen,

when I had a discussion with the teachers and students of the Chinese Department of Sun Yat-sen University, I talked about this again. I hope that young comrades can be like the pine trees and grow into pine trees.

style, that is, people with a communist style. Now I will write down my feelings at that time and encourage everyone.

Bamboo

Lying in bed at night, I heard the gusts of wind blowing outside the window, and the cold sound seemed to blow through my heart. It is so quiet and quiet. I once saw a painting when I was a child. The painting showed a clump of bamboo. The bamboo body was swaying in the wind, and it seemed that I could hear the sound of silence. Under the painting, there was a big word written, "quiet".

There is a clump of bamboo to the east of our house. It belongs to my uncle’s family. When the family was divided, it was given to him as property. However, his family moved a hundred meters away from the bamboo. It’s not as good as ours every day. I can listen to the rhyme of bamboo and see the God of Bamboo. Although we are stared at every day and the wind blows every night, we are not so elegant, as detached as a writer who "would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo." But with bamboo, adults can make many daily necessities. But we can't touch one bamboo here. We have to give my uncle a greeting before we can cut down one or two bamboos. So we all think that we have a clump of bamboo. What we think in our dreams, is that dream just a seed? On the edge of the land in front of the courtyard dam, a few small horn trees sprout out of the trees. They are pointed and weak, but their vitality has an upward and indomitable spirit.