1. Verses + ancient poems about bamboo

1. Han Dynasty: Anonymous "Bamboo Growing Solitary"

Excerpt from the original text:

A lonely bamboo grows slowly, and it takes root in Mount Tai.

I am newly married to you, and the dodder silk is attached to my daughter Luo.

When Dodder is born, it will be a good time for couples.

Getting married thousands of miles away, across the mountains.

Definition:

I am like the lonely wild bamboo in the wilderness, hoping to find a companion to rely on in the big valley. When you and I were on a blind date and got married, you were far away in a foreign country, just like a rabbit attached to a girl, and I was still lonely and helpless. Rabbit silk may prosper or wither, and couples should also have a time to stay together. I came thousands of miles away from my hometown to marry you, but you left me and went to a foreign land just when we were newly married and in love.

2. Song Dynasty: Su Shi's "Partridge Sky: Lin Duan Mountain, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall"

Excerpt from the original text:

Lin Duan Mountain, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall. A small pond filled with cicadas and decaying grass. I can see birds from time to time when I turn over the blank page, and the red sprouts in the water are fragrant and fragrant.

Outside the village, next to the ancient city. The stick quinoa slowly turns to the setting sun. It rained at midnight last night, and it was cool all day long.

Definition:

At the end of the lush woods in the distance, there are towering mountains. Near the house surrounded by bamboo forest, there is a small pond covered with decaying grass, and the cicadas are chirping. White birds fly in the sky from time to time, and the red lotus flowers in the pond emit a delicate fragrance. In the wilderness of the countryside, near the ancient city wall, I wandered slowly with a quinoa staff in hand, and it was already sunset in a blink of an eye. Last night, God diligently dropped a light rain. Today, the wandering people can enjoy a day of refreshing coolness.

3. Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"

Excerpt from the original text:

Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all thanks to the support of old stems.

Next year there will be another new born, the ten-foot-long dragon grandson will come around Fengchi.

Definition:

Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by the old branches. There will be new growth next year and it will grow taller.

4. Tang Dynasty: Li He's "Bamboo"

Excerpt from the original text:

Entering the water, the light moves, and the green shadows appear in spring.

The dew shoots grow on the path, and the moss color brushes the frost roots.

Weaving can bear fragrance and sweat, and cutting can be used to catch brocade scales.

Three beams were used, and one section was dedicated to the king and his grandson.

Definition:

The hollow bamboo in the spring light reflects the green shadow on the sparkling water: gently swaying, gently turbulent... Dewdrops are growing on the bamboo shoots The forest paths are shining brightly, and the green moss is gently wiping the white frost on the bamboo roots. Bamboo can be woven into bamboo mats for beautiful girls to cool off; it can also be cut into fishing rods to catch several baskets of big fish. I heard that the lining of the three-beam hat is made of bamboo, so I cut off a piece of bamboo and prepared it for the king and grandson to wear!

5. Tang Dynasty: Li Yi's "Bamboo Window Sending Seedlings in the Wind"

Excerpt from the original text:

The breeze frightens me and I sit down at dusk, pondering by the window. Leisurely.

Opening the door and moving the bamboo again, it is suspected that an old friend is coming.

Sometimes dew drips on the branches and touches the moss below the steps.

How can one enter the guise just to brush the green harp?

Definition:

Sitting alone in the evening, I was startled by the sound of the breeze. I meditated by the window and my thoughts drifted far away.

The breeze blew open the courtyard door and stirred the bamboo bushes, making people suspect that old friends had arrived.

The dewdrops on the branches and leaves dropped from time to time due to the wind, gradually moistening the dark moss under the steps.

When will the wind open the curtains and enter the house, and wipe away the dust that has accumulated on the green piano for me? 2. Poems about bamboo

1. "Hsinchu" Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie

Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all supported by the old trunk.

Next year there will be another new born, the ten-foot-long dragon grandson will come around Fengchi.

Translation: Newly grown bamboos are taller than old bamboos, and their growth is entirely supported by the old branches. There will be new growth next year and it will grow taller. Longsun: Another name for bamboo shoots. Fengchi: Fengchi, in ancient times refers to the location of the Prime Minister’s Yamen. Here it refers to the pond with bamboo growing around it.

2. "Ode to Dianthus" Tang Dynasty: Wang Ji

The luxuriant green branches are blooming, and the red flowers are hanging down. They are often afraid of zero dew falling and cannot survive.

Sighing and thinking to myself, how can I love you in this life? Before I was born, who made me cute?

Throw it away and don’t re-expose it. It’s no surprise if you resign it.

Translation: The green branches grow luxuriantly, and beautiful red flowers hang down. I often worry that the cold dew will fall and it will not be able to preserve its beautiful life. While sighing at the dianthus, I also thought about myself, am I the one I love most in this life? Before I came to this world, who was it that inspired me? Let’s put aside such things and let’s not talk about it anymore. Why panic when we follow the changes of nature?

3. "East Lake Hsinchu" Song Dynasty: Lu You

Insert thorns and weave fences to protect them, forming cold green ripples. Autumn comes first as the breeze sweeps across the earth, and the red sun travels until noon.

When I untied the bamboo basket, I heard the rustling sound, and when I put it down, I saw the leaves for the first time.

I want to come here frequently when I have free time, and I still follow my instructions wherever I go.

Translation: When the bamboo was first planted, thorns were used to weave a fence, and the new bamboo was carefully protected. The new bamboo grew into a green and dense shade, which was reflected in the ripples of the water. The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn has arrived early. The red sun is in the sky, and you don't feel the heat of noon. When the bamboo shoot shells fall off, you can hear the rustling sound, and when the bamboo joints are jointed, the scattered shadows first appear. When I have my spare time, I often come here. When I come, I still bring my pillow and bamboo mat with me so that I can sleep anywhere.

4. "Ode to the Bamboos in the Courtyard" Tang Dynasty: Lu Taiyi

Promote the bamboos of Dangxuan, which are green and green every year.

A person with a pure heart will see a reward, but the small basket will not become a pole.

Translation: The bamboos outside the window are tall and straight, and their greenness indicates the cold spring of the coming year. The sturdiness of bamboo is appreciated by people because the bamboo shoots have not yet grown into long poles.

5. "Bamboo and Stone" Qing Dynasty: Zheng Xie

He insists that the green mountains will not let go, and his roots are still in the broken rocks.

Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.

Translation: The bamboo grasps the green mountain and does not relax at all. Its roots are firmly rooted in the rock crevices. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still so strong. Whether it is the southeast wind in the scorching summer or the northwest wind in the harsh winter, it can withstand it and remains strong and strong. 3. I am looking for two poems praising bamboo. They should be clear, natural and beautiful.

In prose, I will write one myself.

Green mountains cannot exist without green water, ancient trees cannot exist without wisteria, wild flowers cannot exist without bees and butterflies, and Jiangnan cannot exist without bamboo.

If it is said that plum blossoms make people clean, orchids make people quiet, chrysanthemums make people light, lotus people make people clear; if pine trees make people proud, willows make people soft, maples make people bold, and parasol trees make people lofty. ; Then, bamboo is the elegance of the elite of mountains, rivers, rocks and bones.

When the snow is heavy with the winter clouds, the bamboos stand tall and straight as usual. Under the frozen soil, new bamboo shoots are about to break out of the ground. I only say that spring flowers and autumn moon are beautiful scenery at a good time, but I don't know that new bamboo shoots breaking through new mud are even more pleasing to the eye.

A night of spring rain brings thousands of new bamboo poles. The peach blossoms are red, the plum blossoms are white, and the willow shadows are whirling. How can they compare with the vitality of ten miles of bamboo and the endless green scenery.

In summer, the old bamboos and new bamboos provide pleasant green shade, the branches are dense and the leaves are soft, and the breeze is green; the sun and moon shadows float among them; you can stand next to the stone, and you can lean on the water.

When autumn comes, all the fragrances have faded, but the bamboos are still green. Shaking the wind and rain, there is a sonorous sound. No matter whether it is a few inches low, a few feet tall, a few scattered branches, or a cluster of ministers, they are neither flattering nor vulgar, neither humble nor arrogant. They are full of integrity and have the air of a gentleman.

No matter how elegant a flower is, it is still a flower after all. Even though she is nine points pure and clean, she is also a bit charming.

No matter how spiritual a tree is, it is still a tree. Otherwise, why would the Chinese character "Pu" be represented by "Wood"? Not a disparagement. Grass has its own advantages. It’s just that no matter how high-grade the grass is, it cannot escape the limitations of grass.

Bamboo is neither a flower, nor a grass, nor a tree. It is really a unique work of the Creator. It can be like the graceful girl without makeup, Pingting, who is naturally stripped of all the ornaments; it can be like the heroic man with branches hanging in the clouds and dreams, and leaves patting the sky.

Listening to the flute under the moon and the flute from the top of the city are all in the realm of bamboo.

Bamboo really permeates the spiritual charm of our nation. It’s no wonder that Su Dongpo, who sang “Going eastward across the Yangtze River and sweeping away all the famous people of the ages,” also sang another longing: “I would rather live without meat than live without bamboo.” It is said that the freehand ink bamboo in Chinese paintings was invented by this great scholar and writer.

Nothing can embody the charm of bamboo better than freehand ink bamboo. Here, bamboo has abandoned all external forms and colors, leaving only its human character.

Zheng Banqiao, the first of the "Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou" who excelled in ink bamboo paintings, simply made bamboo his friend:

A thatched hut, several new bamboo poles, snow-white paper windows, slightly soaked Green, sitting alone at this time, a cup of tea before the rain, an inkstone on one side, a piece of Xuanzhou paper, and a few broken branches and flowers. When friends come, the wind rustles in the bamboos, which becomes noisier and quieter; the children sweep the floor, the maids burn incense, and go back and forth in the shade of the bamboos. The clear light reflects on the paintings, which is absolutely pitiful and lovely.

Having said that, this scholar-bureaucrat who wanted to do something good for the people did not really want to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests. He also has a big ambition:

Draw a bamboo branch inserted through the stone.

The stone is one foot higher than the bamboo branch.

Although one foot makes him taller,

Watch me unleash my heavenly power in the coming year.

From this we can see why Zheng Banqiao’s ink bamboos are exquisite in every piece and their spirit can be seen in the branches.

"If you are poor, you can take care of yourself; if you are prosperous, you can help the world." Isn't the way of establishing oneself and the world advocated by ancient Chinese intellectuals influenced by the character of bamboo?

Bamboo does have an indissoluble bond with our nation.

Bamboo slips and writing brushes have contributed to the long-standing achievements of ancient Chinese culture.

And in the daily life of the common people, have they ever left bamboo for a moment?

Bamboo flute and bamboo flute are the singing of the spirituality of bamboo.

Bamboo rafts, bamboo curtains, bamboo mats, bamboo beds, bamboo chairs, bamboo chopsticks, bamboo brooms... there is a kind of unpretentious devotion in their humble uses.

Without indifference, there is no clear ambition; without tranquility, there is no far-reaching goal.

This is bamboo. Oriental Bamboo. 4. Verses about Bamboo

Verses about Bamboo

1. New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, all supported by old stems. ——Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"

2. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. ——Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion"

3. Bamboo branches, bamboo branches, stained with tears to express lovesickness. ——Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God·Mottled Bamboo Branches"

4. Where the bamboo is deep and the trees are dense with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness that is not the wind. ——Yang Wanli "Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night"

4. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I often hear the sound of folding bamboo. ——Bai Juyi's "Night Snow"

5. Bamboo shadows and poems are thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams. ——Wang Tingyun's "Quatrain·Bamboo Shadow and Poetry"

6. In Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells ring late. ——Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Master Lingche"

7. See the smoke coming from the mountains, and glimpse the setting sun in the bamboos. ——Wu Jun's "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains"

8. Thousands of feet of waves across the river, thousands of bamboo poles leaning into it. ——Li Qiao's "Wind"

9. Late at night, the wind blows through the bamboos and brings out the rhyme of autumn. Thousand leaves and a thousand voices are filled with hatred. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Jade House Spring·I don't know where you are after leaving"

10. The forest is broken by the mountain, the bamboo is hidden by the wall. A small pond filled with cicadas and decaying grass. ——Su Shi's "Partridge Sky·Bamboo Hidden Wall in Broken Mountains"

11. The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus has fallen into the old clothes. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence"

12. There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to sprout due to freezing thunder. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Reply to Yuan Zhen"

13. The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is separated from the city. ——Li Shangyin's "Su Luo's Pavilion to Remind Cui Yong and Cui Gun"

14. Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish blows on the walking clothes. ——Li Bai "Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine"

15. Bamboo leaves have no distinction between people, and chrysanthemums no longer need to bloom. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems in Nine Days Part 1"

I hope it can help you 5. Looking for poems about 'Xiang Fei Bamboo'

The Tang poet Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God" has mottled bamboo branches, The mottled bamboo branches are stained with tears to express lovesickness.

Chu Ke wanted to hear Yao Se's complaint, it was late at night in Xiaoxiang when the moon was bright. In Lin Daiyu's "Three Wonders of Inscription on Pa", the three colored threads are difficult to close the beads on the face, and the old traces of the Xiangjiang River have been blurred.

There are thousands of bamboo poles in front of the window. I wonder if there are any traces of fragrance or stains? There is a pair of pillars 20 meters outside the tomb of Concubine Xiang, with a couplet engraved on them that reads: The two souls of the emperor and the concubine will be fragrant through the ages, and the mangosteen will shed tears for one person. "Xiangpu Song" by Gao Pian, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty. Emperor Yu went on a tour to the south and did not return, and his two concubines were resentful among the water and clouds.

How much blood and tears did you know at that time! Until now, the bamboo is still stained. Shi Jianwu's "Xiang Bamboo Ci" The eternal Xiangjiang bamboo, there is no reason to complain.

Bamboo shoots grow every year, but there are many tears. Du Mu's "Mottled Bamboo Tube Mat" describes a bamboo mat woven from Xiangfei bamboo.

The blood-stained spots become brocade patterns, and the regrets of the past are still there. Knowing clearly that it was Concubine Xiang who was crying, why could she bear to lie down in tears.

The meaning of the poem is: The bloodstains on the bamboo mat are like brocade patterns. The grief of mourning Emperor Shun can still be seen to this day. Knowing clearly that these are the tears of the second concubine, how can I bear to sleep on them? What about this tear stain? Passing through Quanzhou, Tao Jin Dynasty, Song Dynasty, there are tens of thousands of peaks in the north, south, east and west, and the county and city are as if they are in a painting. Who cut off Xiangfei bamboo and dipped half of it into the Qiu River to make a fishing tube?

Mottled Bamboo Anonymous The thick green sparse stems wrap around the Xiang River, and the spring breeze pulls out the dragon's tail. The color is frosty, the pollen is dark, and the branches support the Sichuan brocade and the red clouds are rising.

There is no ordinary sound of banging and banging, and the wind in the forest is dragging swords and guns across the street. The bitter rain cannot wash away the traces of Yin, but they are still bloody with the tears of Xiang'e.

The graceful autumn moon sweeps across the treetops, and its shadow passes through the lingering snow in the forest. I am now ashamed of my son, and my love for you will never fade away.

Song of Tai Niang by Liu Yuxi Tai Niang’s home is to the west of Changmen, with green water in front of the gate and a golden embankment surrounding it. Sometimes we dress up for nice weather and perform the flower-folding performance on Gao Bridge.

The romantic prefect Wei Shangshu suddenly saw a stopped Falcon on the roadside. Countless pearls and birds convey the message, and cyanosis welcomes you into the special city.

The long servant girl is like clouds and her clothes are like mist, and her brocade lining supports her light steps. The dance learning is amazing in the spring, and the song is passed down to the guest house at dusk.

Entering the imperial city from Langxi, you will wear a hairpin to form an incense curtain. The servant girl holds the bright moon with a slow gaze, and the wind blows with her delicate fingers.

Once the prosperity subsides, the sword will be dull and the sound will be lost. The old house in Luoyang is full of grass and raisins, and the Du Ling is withering, the pines and cypresses are mournful.

The insect net is as thick as a cocoon, and the Boshan furnace is tilted sideways with cold ashes. Mr. Zhang, the governor of Qizhou, has a new white horse in the bronze camel.

He said that he was laughing and throwing gold, and the moon fell into the clouds from then on. I know that the bird is flying in the corner, and the soul of the lonely traveler cannot return.

Qin Jiajing's mirror had a previous knot, and Han Shouxiang sold the old suitcase and clothes. There are few people in the mountain city, the river is green, and the wild geese mourn the ape on a stormy evening.

Zhu Xian is no longer a close friend, and he cherishes his hair for a long time. When you look up, the wind and smoke are no longer the same as before, and the way back to your dreams is uneven.

How can these thousands of tears be sprinkled on the bamboo branches of the Xiangjiang River? Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Songs on the River by Li Jiayou The river is filled with hibiscus flowers, and the moth eyebrows at the mouth of the river are alone.

The poor girl should be the balcony girl, sitting in front of the cormorants and saying nothing. I hide my face and look at the people from the North in shame, and when I look back, it suddenly rains over the empty mountains.

The autumn scenery of Cangwu is unbearable, and the soul of the emperor has been attached to it for thousands of years. Look at the bamboos on the peak, which are all stained by the tears of the concubine Xiang.

Mozhu Liu Changqing After a thousand years of Cangwu, Mozhu faces Xiangyuan.

Desiring to know the resentment of Xiang Fei, the branches are full of tears. Pei Shiyu presented a bamboo stick to Li Jiayou. The scholar praised the bamboo stick. How meaningful it is to give it to me.

Thousands of tears of Concubine Xiang, Jia Yi’s heart for three years. I wish to keep my head white forever, who knows how to value gold?

When I return to the Valley of Foolishness one day, I prefer the green Qiqin. Xiangfei Temple (i.e. Huangling Temple) Du Fu The solemn Xiangfei Temple has empty walls and clear water.

Insect books and jade pendants are covered with moss, and swallows dance on the green curtains. In the evening, I stayed in the Ting tree, and I borrowed the Zhu apple.

Cang Wu could not stop hating him, and Cong Yun was stained with tears. The two branches of wheat show and condense. The cool mat is covered with mottled bamboo, and the mandarin duck pillow is decorated with ruby.

Faces are red, eyebrows are green, and chest is full of snow. It is suitable for a new bath. The light yellow shirt is cut in spring, and the fragrance is fragrant.

I am ashamed of Taoism and have returned to Zhu, but I am not used to spending time together. The trees are connected with branches, the fish are as tall as the eyes, and the palms are like waists.

Jiaorao was helpless and frowned slightly. Walking up the east slope Bai Juyi Walking up the east slope, walking up the east slope in the evening.

What does Dongpo love? Love this newly grown tree. Planted at the beginning of the year, it flourishes until the end of spring.

Faith and faith can only be taken one step at a time, but there are countless things to do without action. The green shade turns slantingly, and the fragrance is gentle and graceful.

The new leaf birds come down and the wilting butterflies fly away. Carrying a mottled bamboo stick leisurely, slowly dragging a jute bag.

The desire to know is frequent, and the green grass becomes a white road. Send Li Ao to Hunan Secretary Lang Shiyuan. Lian Juncai is the same as the Ruan family.

When you enter Chu, don’t forget to see the weeping bamboo. When you are in the boat, you should love the river maple. I sincerely know that guests dream of being in the mist, and I am willing to be tired of the apes singing in the night rain.

There is no letter from Hengxiang, and wild geese pass through Badong every autumn. Staying under the Duqu Flowers Bai Juyi found thousands of flowers and trees and brought a pot of wine.

I am too lazy to go home and plan to spend the night, so why bother to help me when I am not drunk? But it's a pity that spring is getting late, and Ning's sorrow is getting worse day by day.

The basket is for sleeping, and the lacquer is for cooking. The tea cabinet is made of mottled bamboo and the rice stove is made of red clay.

There is nothing in front of you, so why not outside yourself. A small-faced pipa maid, a pale-headed slave with a bamboo pole.

Since you are so rich and rich, have you ever made this trip? Luntaizi Liu Yong The fog gathers in the Chengjiang River, and the smoke disappears with a blue light. Tongxia sets off the distant sky, covering up the intermittent moonlight in the mid-air.

Looking at the lonely village, people everywhere are lonely, and I hear the sound of Diaosou and the sound of Qiang flute. The rain has just passed by the Jiuyi Mountain, and the mottled bamboos and blood stains add color.

Feeling like a traveler. Thinking about my homeland, I hate the isolation.

News from Lu Jiuchen. The old pines and withered cypresses are like weaving.

Hearing the cry of a wild ape makes me sad. I saw Diaozhou at the beginning of the mountain, at the head of Furong Ferry, and on the side of Yuanyang Beach.

It is useless to seek fame and fortune. Thinking about the obstacles in the years, the purple road is far away.

The emerald moth is delicate and beautiful. From the time of separation to the present, the flowers bloom and the willows bloom, which hurts the soul. Profit and fame lead to servitude.

He strives for patience and throws the situation away. Mountain Partridge Poems Li Yi The Xiangjiang River has mottled bamboo branches, and golden-winged partridges fly.

Everywhere Xiangyun merges, where does the man return from? Fengxian Liu Shaofu's New Painting of Landscape and Barrier Song by Du Fu The maple trees are not growing in the hall, and smoke rises from the strange mountains and rivers at the bottom.

I heard that Jun had scanned the map of Chi County, and took advantage of his interest to paint Cangzhou. There are countless painters, and good ones are rare.

I feel at ease with this. I know how important you are.

Not only Qi Yue and Zheng Qian, their handwriting is far better than that of Yang Qidan. It's not that the hanging garden is cracked, it's not that Xiaoxiang is turned over.

Sitting quietly under my grandma, I feel like I can hear Qing Yuan in my ears. Reflecting on the storm and rain the night before, it was Pucheng’s ghosts and spirits that entered the city.

The vitality is dripping like wetness, and the true master appeals to heaven to cry. The spring flowers in the wild pavilion are still far away, and the fisherman is standing in a lonely boat in the dark.

The water in Canglang is deep and green, and the leaves on the islands on the shore are dim. When Concubine Xiang was no longer playing the harp, the mottled bamboos were still alive along the river.

Liu Houtianji is a genius who loves painting to his core. I have two sons, and there is nothing better to do than me.

The eldest son is so smart that he can add trees to the top of cliffs. The child's heart is open.

The mountain monk and the boy are very handsome. Ruoye River, Yunmen Temple.

I am alone in the mud, and my blue shoes and stockings will start from now on. Broken Array by Fan Chengda Wandering in the corners of the sky during the festival, following the wise men under the flowers.

It only lacks Shanyin to repair the misfortune, but it has more orchestral music than Orchid Pavilion. The dance skirt is still fragrant.

Rain falls in the weeping bamboo spots, and there is smoke in the snow under the folded tung trees. Arousing the hatred of Du Ling's hungry guests, he was by the Qushui River in Chang'an.

Biyun Qianzhi Mountain. He Zhu, a native of Wangxiang. The sound of the oriole reaches the pillow, the flower breath moves the curtain, and the drunk soul is half worried and dreaming.

I was so shocked that I was left blindsided by Xi Yuxun. How much it hurts the Spring Festival Gala.

The tears on the bamboo are fresh, the fragrance of Peilan is old, and the sky in Hunan is warm. I remember that during the good times of Xiaojiang and Feng Yue, I often made appointments with non-smoking companions. 6. Poems describing bamboo

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.

——"Ode to Bamboo" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Courtyard Bamboo by Liu Yuxi

The lead powder knots of exposed polyester are exposed, and the green jade branches are shaken by the wind.

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

Yan Zheng's Mansion and Bamboo Ode by Du Fu

The green bamboos are half in casks, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall.

The color invades the book at night, and the wine bottle is cool in the shade.

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

But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow.

Hsinchu Yuanzhen

The bamboo basket has just been untied, and the cold color has become green.

The powder is slowly floating in the air, and the wind is gradually swaying.

The trees are sparse and the sun shines through, but they are few and far between.

Only unity and unity, steadfastness and unity.

Newly Planted Bamboo by Bai Juyi

Zuoyi feels unwell, and grass grows behind closed doors.

Why entertain the wild nature by planting hundreds of bamboo stems?

Seeing this color makes me recall the love in the mountains.

Sometimes when I have time off from work, I walk around the fence all day long.

Don’t say that the roots are not yet solid, and don’t say that the Yin is not yet established.

I have noticed that there is a clear air in the courtyard.

I love lying by the window, listening to the sound of branches in the autumn wind.

Hsinchu Han Yu

The bamboo shoots are added to the south steps, and they become clear every day.

The frost has been stored in the Qing Festival, and the yellow buds are still covering the green.

The number of five or six in the market is three or four.

The high standards of autumn and strictness, the pure color captures the beauty of spring.

Sparse growth and cleverness fill the forest, bursting out doubts and disputes.

Vertical and horizontal, sometimes following the same path, suddenly brilliant and endless.

Before the wind blows the branches, the dew powder first sheds tears.

Who can take it with me to play with? Qing Jingkong stared blankly.

Inscribed to Liu Xiucai, Hsinchu Du Mu

Several stems are of faint jade color, separated by green smoke at dawn and dusk.

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

The sun is gradually approaching the threshold, and the clouds are trying to get in the way of the curtain.

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