Poems about Pine, Bamboo and Plum Blossoms

In the clear blue ripples, the old pine tree lies on its side.

The melodious green radish shadow is broken by ripples.

——Author: Gu Kuang

The green bamboo is half in its casing, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall.

The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance.

——Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, Ode to Bamboo

Heavy snow weighs on the green pine trees,

The green pine trees are straight and straight.

To know that the pines are noble,

wait until the snow melts.

——Chen Yi's "Green Pine"

"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.

Xuanchihui is not important, and the desire to cut down is useless.

Fortunately, I am close to the secluded house, where frost roots are forming.

I stop under the pavilion in the early morning and love this quiet bamboo alone.

"New Bamboo Planting" Wei Zhuangtang

I saw this gentleman in front of the lonely steps. After walking around the railing and chanting, he got wet with his towel.

No one knows me when I am wandering in a foreign land, only Cong Huang is like my master.

Plum Blossoms

Wang Anshi, Song Dynasty

The plum blossoms on the branches in the corner of the wall bloomed alone by Ling Han.

I know it’s not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance coming.

Little plum blossoms in the mountain garden

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, while the white butterfly knows 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, and adds several poles of jade in one night.

Half-undressed and still half-dressed, the dragon has no faith and is afraid of the cold spring.

Bamboo and Stone (Qing Dynasty. Zheng Xie)

Stick to the green mountains and never relax, the roots are still in the broken rocks.

After countless hardships, I am still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.

Pine tree

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi

Platinum is exchanged for green pine trees. Since you planted them first, I will not plant them.

Fortunately, the west wind is easy to rely on, and it secretly brings good sounds late at night.

Snowy Plum 1

Lu Meipo

The plum blossoms and snow refused to fall in the spring, so Sao Renge paid for the review.

The plum blossoms are less white than the snow, but the snow is less fragrant than the plum blossoms.

Snowy Plum 2

With plums but no snow it is not spiritual, with snow but no poetry it is vulgar.

The poem at dusk is full of snow all day long, which is very springlike with the plum well.

Four Pines

Author: Du Fu

When the Four Pines first moved, they were about three feet strong.

It has been three years since I came here, and I have been separated for as long as a person.

Know how to look at the root without uprooting it, and don’t worry about the damage caused by the branches.

The quiet color is blessed with beautiful hair, and the sparse branches are also hidden.

The small fence inserted also has a dike.

Finally, I am saddened by the loss, and feel ashamed of the thousand yellow leaves.

If you dare to be the master of the old forest, the common people of Li are still not in good health.

The thieves have just returned from hiding, and the hall is full of spring grass.

Looking at the things, I sigh at the decline and decline, and hereby comfort the desolation.

The breeze blows for me and sprinkles my face like a slight frost.

It’s enough to send off the old lady and wait for the rest.

I have no roots in my life, and I am also confused about my abilities.

If you are sentimental and compose poetry, your deeds can be forgotten.

Don’t worry that after a thousand years, the sky will be miserable.

Mei:

Bu Suanzi Yong Mei Lu You

Beside the broken bridge outside the post, it is lonely and ownerless.

It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.

I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous.

It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.

Early Plum Blossoms Zhang Wei

A tree with cold plum blossoms and white jade strips, back to the village road and beside the creek bridge.

I don’t know if the water blooms first, but it is suspected that it has not sold out after the winter snow.

Mo Mei Ju Jian

Don’t hate the waste of painters. There is no need to seek differences, only similarities.

The jade face is not as beautiful as the color of a jackdaw, so I entrust the jade dust to the Han Palace.

Bamboo:

Plant bamboo and brush the branches, whisking the dust to spread the dew.

A gentleman takes it for the most useful purpose.

Thousands of light ink strokes draw thin bamboos.

Everything that draws my heart is unworthy of music.

There is bamboo within the bamboo, and there is bamboo outside the bamboo.

Thousands of acres in the Wei River, this is a giant clan.

——The above three selections are from "Ink Bamboo Painting Book"

Tingzhu

Tang·Liu Yuxi

Exposed polyester lead powder festival, The wind shakes the green jade branches.

Yiyi is like a gentleman, there is no place where he is not suitable.

Inscribed on Hsinchu

Du Mu, Tang Dynasty

Several stems are of faint jade color, with green smoke at dusk.

The sound breaks through the cold window dream, and the roots penetrate the green moss pattern.

As the sun gradually reaches the threshold, I want to get the eight curtains of clouds.

If you are not a guest from Shanyin, who would love you?

Heavy snow pressed down on the green pine trees, which stood tall and straight. You should know that the pines are noble and pure until the snow melts.

(Chen Yi's "Green Pine"

"Bitter Bamboo" Du Fu Tang

Qing Ming is also self-defeating, weak and strong to support.

It tastes bitter to avoid summer insects, and Cong Bei spring The bird is doubtful.

The bridge is not heavy, and the cutting is without words.

Fortunately, the frost roots are here.

Under the pavilion, I only love this quiet bamboo.

"Newly Planted Bamboo" Wei Zhuangtang

I saw this gentleman in front of the lonely steps, and he was singing around the railing.

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The plum blossom king An Shisong

The plum blossoms on the branches in the corner are blooming by Ling Han alone.

I know from afar that they are not snow. , for there is a faint fragrance.

The small plum trees in the mountain garden are blooming in the Song Dynasty. The shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk.

The frost birds steal their eyes when they want to come down.

Fortunately, they can have sex with each other even if they sing slightly. Gold bottle with sandalwood plate.