Zheng Xie

One paragraph after another,

Thousands of branches hold thousands of leaves,

I don't blossom,

Avoid teasing bees and butterflies.

A kind of bamboo

Zheng Xie

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.

Attached are five bamboo poems:

A kind of bamboo

Tang dufu

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.

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.

Planting bamboo

Tang dufu

This is because the sun is planted and desire is like a stream.

Feather trees are alive and smoke is thin.

Xiao Sao cold rainy night, when the night wind.

When the old country arrives, the dust crown hangs branches.

Reward people for enjoying bamboo after rain.

Don Xue Tao

In the spring rain, look at the ice and snow.

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 are young and energetic.

Second old pig

Tang Libai

The bamboo forest is full of rocks, and the 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 cattail, always protect yourself.

Bamboo can be regarded as a flute when painting old mountains with porcelain.