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.