Poems about bamboo 1. Poems about bamboo

Bamboo Zheng Banqiao (Zheng Xie) has one section after another, and thousands of branches have accumulated thousands of leaves.

I don't bloom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies. Zhu Shiqing Zheng Banqiao insisted that Qingshan did not relax, and the roots were originally in the broken rock; After thousands of torture and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind, or the winter of the northwest wind, it can withstand, and will still be tough and straight.

The painting of bamboo in Weixian County Department is in its early years. Bao Dazhong Cheng Kuo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao Yazhai lies listening to Xiao Xiaozhu, which is suspected to be the voice of the people's sufferings; Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings. Hedgerow Bamboo (Clear) Zheng Banqiao is a green place, so why bother to protect bamboo? Still use bamboo as a fence, it is better to ask for help than to ask for it.

Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao loves to plant flowers all over the world. The old man only planted bamboo, and the frost and snow were removed all over the court, but it shone like new green. After a quiet night of snow, the shadows are green, so don't be blown away by the wind, and the exquisite jade is broken.

Inscription painting (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao has a bamboo, an orchid and a stone, with knots, fragrance and bones, and the hall is full of gentlemen's style, which is green and green through the ages. There are orchids, bamboos, stones, knots, incense and bones. Let him go against the wind and have his own spring breeze news.

Inscription (Qing) A gust of wind rolled back in Zheng Banqiao, and the bamboo branches turned to the sky. It's really my business to sweep the clouds and fog, so I can't just sweep the floor.

Inscription painting (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao autumn wind crossed Xiaoxiang last night, and he used to be crazy when he touched the stone and went through the forest; Only the bamboo branches are not afraid, but they fight for 1 games. Inscription painting (Qing) The new bamboo in Zheng Banqiao is higher than the old bamboo branches, all supported by the old poles; There will be new students next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.

Inscription painting (Qing) Zheng Banqiao I have 1, poles in my chest, and I can make ink dripping at one time. For the phoenix, for the dragon, for nine days, I dyed the clouds to see the new green.

Inscription (Qing) Zheng Banqiao drew a bamboo stick with a stone, which is one foot higher than the bamboo stick. Although one foot makes him taller, watch me lift my strength next year.

Zhu Shiqing, Zheng Banqiao, light smoke, Gu Mo, writing half of this gentleman, there is no need to report peace, and the wind has been high. Painting bamboo, don't be a gentleman in Weixian County, Minqing, Zheng Banqiao, throwing black yarn is not an official, and the sleeves are cold; Write a thin bamboo and make it a fishing rod on the autumn wind river.

Painting bamboo and Zheng Banqiao makes the green hills blossom, but thinning the branches and thinning the stems is not enough. Next year, a hundred feet of dragons and grandchildren will be sent, and I am afraid that the green hills will be inferior.

He painted bamboo branches in Zheng Banqiao for forty years, and wrote thoughts at night during the day. Redundant and thin, painting is ripe when it is born.

Ting Chu (Tang) Liu Yuxi exposed the lead powder festival, and the wind shook the sapphire branches. Yiyi is like a gentleman, and there is no place that is not suitable.

I'm tired of taking root plants, and I want to learn from the phoenix. Zhu Shizhou (Qing) Li Fangying is difficult to send when people are sick, and bamboo is the best prescription.

Stop writing before the ink method is dry, and the breeze has cleared the lungs and intestines. Yong Zhu Yang Wanli Song Lin Frost Festival.

repair the jade snow body. There is nothing to talk about.

the moon is vivid. Countless bamboo shoots have sprung up all over the forest, and Chai Men keeps pedestrians in secret.

the meeting must be regarded as a bamboo, and the guests will never be greeted with anger. -Tang Du Fu's "Ode to Spring Bamboo Shoots" The green bamboo is half-covered, and the new shoots are out of the wall.

the rain washes the juanjuan clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. -Tang Du Fu's Ode to Bamboo would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo.

no meat makes people thin, and no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but common people are incurable.

-My friend Liang Tiejun, a chivalrous man, painted bamboo (Qing Dynasty). Kang Youwei lived in Lingyun Festival, but he was still swaying. The north wind is often cold, and the autumn air is inseparable.

the leaves are still strong, but the soft branches are not blown. I'm only bored with literature and can, and the portrayal is particularly dripping.

bamboo strength comes from different origins, and painters are skillful but hard to work. Look closely at the west wind last night, if it doesn't go east today.

―― The thin leaves and sparse knots in Feng Zhu by Ming and Xu Wei; Snow can't be crushed, and the wind can't be broken. -Qing. Zheng Banqiao's "On the Ink Bamboo Map" grows after the rain, and the phoenix tail shakes before the wind; A guilty conscience is firmly rooted, and it means that the sun will be dry.

-Qing Dai Xi's "Painting Bamboo" stayed in the mountains and the moon, and Juanjuan's bamboo was twice as beautiful. Empty and bright is a difficult task, but cold and blue are common and can be cured.

-Qing. Wang Mulan's "Outside the Mangosteen Moon", the mountains in the south and the mountains in the north are bamboo and beautiful, and the green hills are different. In twos, threes and threes, the lotus hoes are gone, and the rice is full and the bamboo shoots and soup are fresh.

―― Qing. Wang Mulan's Poems on Bamboo Branches at Shimen, Tang Wei style bamboo, near the pool, looks like jade. Quiet and quiet, and smoky green.

it's better to change than to rob the festival, and to be chaste. There are many kinds of Wei Qu, but the Wangs don't see enough.

the fairy wand is frightening the dragon, and beauty should be cooked with the phoenix. Only sorrow blows as a farewell sound, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing.

During the Song and Lu Dynasties, Hsinchu in the East Lake was protected by thorns and hedges, so as to cultivate a cool and beautiful landscape. The summer breeze blows through the ground, as if autumn advance to the sky, the sun is high in the sky, and does not feel the hot noon.

I heard the rustling sound at first, and the leaves were detached at first sight when I put out the shoots. Back to my leisure time, I often come here, when I still carry with my pillow and bamboo mats, good sleep.

Song Luyou's two quatrains about watching bamboo in Yunxi are more powerful than ice. See this column of immortals by the river. The cold goes straight into people's bones, and there is no dust to live in.

the light and sound of bamboo in the stream are both suitable, and bamboo in the stream bridge is even more strange. In this regard, there is no meat and thin, and you can endure hunger for ten years behind closed doors.

Tang Li He Chang Gu Beiyuan new bamboo shoots? Four long poles cut jade open, and you see that the mother bamboo shoots are dragon materials. It's better to smoke thousands of feet overnight, but don't pour a few inches of mud into the pond.

I take the green light to write Chu ci, giving fragrance to spring powder and black separation. Who is heartless and hateful? Exposed smoke cries thousands of cigarettes.

there are two or three stems in the family spring, but it's strange to see the purple root of the yin. This year, on the Shuiquchun River, the flute pipes are newly plucked.

The old shoots of ancient bamboos provoke blue clouds, and Maoling returns to lie down and sigh for poverty. The wind blows a thousand acres against the wind, and the black weight is one branch into the wine bottle.

Zheng Banqiao in the Qing Dynasty painted a bamboo, an orchid and a stone, with knots, fragrance and bones, and the hall was full of gentlemen's style, which was green and verdant through the ages. There are orchids, bamboos, stones, knots, incense and bones. Let him go against the wind and have his own spring breeze news.

I have 1, poles in my chest when painting Zheng Banqiao's inscription, and I can fly into dripping ink for a while. For the phoenix, for the dragon, for nine days, I dyed the clouds to see the new green.

Zheng Banqiao's inscription in Qing Dynasty painted a bamboo stick with a stone, which was one foot higher than the bamboo stick. Although one foot makes him taller, watch me lift my strength next year.

The hedgerow bamboo in Zheng Banqiao is as green as washing, so why bother to protect it? Still use bamboo as a fence, it is better to ask for help than to ask for it. Bamboo in Zheng Banqiao in Qing Dynasty loved to plant flowers all over the world, but the old man only planted bamboo, and the frost and snow were removed all over the court, but it shone new green.

after a quiet night of snow, the shadows lose their green, so don't be blown away by the wind, and the jade is exquisite and broken. In the Qing Dynasty, Feng Jia inscribed two bamboos, pulling out the ground and holding their breath, holding the James He in the towering festival.

I've always been concerned about things, but I'm only interested in autumn shadows. Today, this gentleman feels great.

the wind and rain shake the sky, and the empty mountain lies on its own. In the Ming Dynasty, the bamboo breeze in Li Rihua is beside a bed of water and clouds, and not only the willow sleeps but also the bamboo sleeps.

Bundle ancient books as pillows, and memorize the poems in your dreams. Song Zhuzi, Xie Liuzhong, and Hui Zhun, who sent bamboo shoots from a new genus of cold forest, were pleased to see the difference in white.

I know that I am very sour and cold, not a meat-eating posture. In Song Dynasty, Huang Tingjian chanted bamboo shoots to give birth to yellow calf horns, and fern buds began to grow children's fists.

Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in the south of the Yangtze River. In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, a cluster of bamboos in front of Xie Tiao's poems on bamboo was unique in its green and unique expression.

the southern strip crosses the northern leaf, and the new bamboo shoots are mixed with the old branches. The moonlight has faded.

2. Poems about bamboo

There is still a swallow of Fan Chengda's empty mangosteen tile house in Hengyang Road.

I sent a few miles to Yang Shangqing, the Duke of Song Dynasty and Fan Chengda, and the bamboo forest at the stern covered the county, so my old friend still stood on his own feet. I will bid farewell to Wuxia Gorge and give it to Nanqing's brother Xiangxi Orchard, 4 mu of which is good for Tang Du Fu's moss and bamboo, and Pingpeng has no settlement.

Tang Chengtang Du Fu's Castanopsis kawakamii forest blocks the leaves of Japanese trees, bamboo cages and cigarette drops. Bamboo Tang Du Fu's green bamboo is half-covered, and the new shoots are out of the wall.

Tang Bai Juyi, a poem about eating bamboo shoots, is a bamboo village with bamboo shoots all over the valley. Zhu Liqing Pu Songling especially loves this gentleman. He scratches his edge and blows the sky. When the son comes, he especially likes his master. There are often eight treasures among the guests who chant bamboo and Wu Changshuo, which are as fragrant as the wild bamboo shoots of the mountain family.

when will I go back to see the new lotus? Zhu Shiqing Zheng Banqiao insisted that Qingshan did not relax, and the roots were originally in the broken rock; After thousands of torture and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind, or the winter of the northwest wind, it can withstand, and will still be tough and straight.

the long bamboo Tang Chen Tao brushed Jerry's ancestors, and the green branches recalled Cai Yong. Listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will be dragons.

Zhu Shiqing, Zheng Banqiao, light smoke, Gu Mo, writing half of this gentleman, there is no need to report peace, and the wind has been high. Yu Gao Gui Li, draw bamboo, don't take a thin bamboo from Minqing Zheng Banqiao, a gentleman in Weixian County, and use it as a fishing rod on the autumn wind river.

Chen Liang asked bamboo sticks diligently, and tasted them first. .

3. What's the famous saying about bamboo? The poem

Chants about a cluster of bamboo in front of the window (Qi Xie Tiao), which is green and unique. The southern strip crosses the northern leaf, and the new bamboo shoots are mixed. The moonlight is sparse, and the wind rises and falls again. It doesn't matter if you fly, but you can see it alone. But you hate to follow the wind, and the roots are far apart. Bamboo (. Ashamed to go to the Gong Qin. Whoever makes flutes should recite dragons. It is endowed with tender bamboo (Chen Zhang Zhengjian) in front of the steps. Cui Yun shoots clouds and clusters, and light flowers and tender bamboo shoots want to fly. The horizontal branches are repeatedly twisted to dispel the wind coming from Ye Qiang. If you want to hold a dragon, you should be in the middle of the mountain road. Yongzhu (Don Li Qiao) is high on the Chu River. I miss you alone in tears. Hundreds of poems (Tang Linghu Chu) planted on the left side of Jun Zhai live near the north window of the planted bamboo, and the plain wall is newly reflected. It is green and beautiful, and the shade is deep enough to lie in front of the curtain. The wind scares the leaves like rain, and the spring branches like smoke when the moon is over. Lao Zi recalls the mountain heart and pauses, retiring from work and sitting idly opposite Chanjuan. In autumn, Baisha Pavilion faces the bamboo (Tang. Ten thousand poles are cool today. The first time I ate bamboo shoots, they were tender and fragrant buds in the middle of the seat (Tang Shangyin) and just came out of the forest. Yu Ling's price was as heavy as gold. The emperor's land and sea should be countless, and I forbear to cut an inch of gold from Lingyun. Yongzhu (Tang Zheng Gu) should smoke, rain and wind, and brush the water to hide the village. I moved Xiao Sao from the distant temple, washed and cleaned up to see the front peak. I invaded the moss. -There is no limit to people's worries. The dreams of rivers and lakes are all dry like flowers at night. The bamboo poles in Kasugayama (Tang Pei Shuo) are verdant and dragon-shaped, and they must be taught to grow here. Unlimited wildflowers are not allowed to bloom, and cool colour in the Mid-Levels competes with spring. The trees of Yongzhu (Tang Zhang Bi) are full of clouds and leaves, and the princes and grandchildren are tired of being packed in court. The frost is exhausted. It's just the right time to move the clouds and caress the emerald moss. The frost pavilion (Song Su Shi) can't help herself, and Chanjuan has a cold posture of years old. To see the meaning of the frost, we must wait until the autumn wind falls. All the bamboos (Song Su Zhe) in the Fu Garden are not born, although they are often sick. The roots are laid quietly. The strategy is to sound the barren path. Hsinchu (Song. Yang Wanli) makes up for the residual mountain by the east wind, adding jade and poles overnight. Half-stripped brocade is still half-worn, and the dragon is not convinced that it is afraid of the cold in spring. It is necessary to protect Hsinchu (Song. Lu You) in Donghu Lake and cultivate a cold blue reflection. The breeze sweeps the ground in autumn, but I don't know what to do in the afternoon. The branches and leaves are really sparse. All my life, I've been guarding the distant Jing Zhen, walking over the cliff and crossing the stone. I humbly embrace the river of Jieshan, and the breeze is dancing in Bai Yue. What will happen to thousands of feet in the cold tip? There are many winds and smoke in Qi 'ao, Weichuan. The new bamboo shoots song (Ming Yue Dai) is full of birds crying, and the new bamboo shoots in the forest are in harmony with people. The spring breeze closes the door and the rabbits walk in the mountains, and the dew drops in the daytime surprise the bamboo chickens. The rain. Rooted in a broken rock, it is still strong after thousands of blows, and it is windy in the east, west, north and south. Bamboo (Qing. Zheng Xie) is knotted one after another, and thousands of branches accumulate thousands of leaves. I don't bloom, so I don't want to tease bees and butterflies.

4. Poems about bamboo

Countless bamboo shoots are sprouting all over the forest, and Chai Men is hiding pedestrians.

the meeting must be regarded as a bamboo, and the guests will never be greeted with anger.

-Tang Du Fu's Ode to Spring Bamboo Shoots

The green bamboo is half-covered, and the new shoots are out of the wall.

the rain washes the juanjuan clean, and the wind blows the 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, and no bamboo makes people vulgar.

people are thin and fat, but common people are incurable.

―― Song Su Shi's "Yu Qian Monk Lu Yun Xuan"

There are thousands of bamboos and a spoonful of water in a new spring.

―― Song Lu You

Bamboo strength comes from the lack of auspicious similarities, and painters are skillful but difficult to work.

if we look closely at the west wind last night, we can see that the post is not heading east today.

―― The Wind Bamboo by Ming and Xu Wei

Thin leaves and sparse nodes;

snow can't be crushed, but the wind can't break.

-Qing. Zheng Banqiao's "On the Ink Bamboo Map"

After the rain, the dragon and the sun grow, and the phoenix tail shakes before the wind;

a guilty conscience is firmly rooted, which means that the sun will definitely dry up.

―― Qing Dai Xi's "Painting Bamboo"

When staying in the deep mountains and on the moon, Juanjuan's bamboos are more beautiful.

the emptiness is difficult, but the coldness is beyond cure.

-Qing. Wang Mulan's

5. An ancient poem about bamboo

Among the poems about bamboo, I think the best one is Wang Anshi's:

Singing bamboo with my brother in the Imperial Pavilion of the Chinese Tibetan Academy

Wang Anshi

Four buildings are cold and incomplete. People are born thin with compassion, and they are older and more rigid. I used to share the rain and dew with Artemisia Chenopodium, and finally I found the frost with the pine and cypress. I'm tired of taking root plants, and I want to beg Ling Lun to learn from the Phoenix.

In addition, Zheng Banqiao's is also good:

Zhushi

Zheng Xie

insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks. It's tough after thousands of blows, and it's windy in the east, west, north and south

There are many poems with bamboo characters in them. Let's list some famous ones:

in Summer at the South Pavilion Thinking of Xin

Meng Haoran

the mountain-light suddenly fails in the west and in the east from the lake the slow moon rises. I loosen my hair to enjoy the evening coolness, and open my window and lie down in peace. Waves of evening breeze sent to the fragrance of lotus, the dew from the bamboo leaves to send a crisp sound. I thought I would like to make a song and make a song, and I only hate my friends in front of me. Regrets the night, the memory of old friends, all night in the dream also hard to miss.

an autumn evening in the mountains

Wang Wei

after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening. The bright moon sprinkled the clear light from the gap, clearing the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is loud and clear, the laundry girl comes back, the lotus leaf jiggle want to go up and down the canoe. The spring of spring may wish to let it rest, in autumn the hills of the sun can stay long.

Zhuli Pavilion

Wang Wei

leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.