1. Poems describing tranquility
2. There are poems describing bamboo forests
Poems describing tranquility 1. Poems describing tranquility
Visiting my old friend Zhuang Meng Haoran
My old friend brought chicken and millet and invited me to Tian's house. The green trees border the village, and the green mountains and hills slope outside. Open a pavilion and a garden, drink wine and talk about mulberry and hemp. Wait until the Double Ninth Festival, and there will be chrysanthemums.
Autumn Dwelling in the Mountains Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Wang Wei in the Mountain
The stream is clear and white rocks emerge, and the red leaves are sparse in the cold weather. There is no rain on the mountain road, the sky is green and people's clothes are wet.
Birdsong Stream Wang Wei
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, the night is quiet and the spring sky is empty. The moonrise scares the mountain birds, and they sing in the spring stream.
Passing Xiangji Temple Wang Wei
I didn’t know Xiangji Temple, but I entered Yunfeng several miles away. There are no people walking through the ancient trees, and there is no clock in the deep mountains. The sound of the spring swallows the rocks, and the sun is cold and green. In the dusk, the music of the empty pool is used to calm the poisonous dragon.
"Zhuli Pavilion" Wang Wei, Tang Dynasty
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo (huáng),
Playing the piano and whistling loudly (xiào).
People in the deep forest don’t know,
The bright moon comes to shine.
When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
——Bai Juyi's "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River"
Huang Si's natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
——Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
——He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.
——Du Fu's "Quatrains"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new.
——Wang Wei's "Send Off to the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky.
——Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
——Su Shi's "Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River""
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.
——Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi"
The spring scenery is so full that the garden cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
——Ye Shaoweng's "Visiting the Garden Is Not Worth It"
The beautiful scenery of the Surabaya River is a new sight.
——Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
Thousands of miles of orioles sing green and red, and the wind of wine flags in water villages and mountains. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. Cen Can's "Bai Xue Ge Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willow-green. Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"
2. Poems describing the quiet moonlight
Poems describing the moon and moonlight
The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, suspected to be on the ground frost. Li Bai
He raised his head to look at the bright moon and lowered his head to miss his hometown. Li Bai
The flying mirror under the moon, the clouds and sea towers. Li Bai
Raising a glass to the bright moon, facing the shadow of three people. Li Bai
There is a moon in Chang'an and the sound of thousands of households pounding their clothes. Li Bai
The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. Li Bai
The drunken moon is often the saint, and the lost flowers are of no concern to you. Li Bai
But he lowered the crystal curtain and gazed at the autumn moon. Li Bai
I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon and follow you until the end of the night. Li Bai
Everyone is full of joy and excitement, and wants to fly up to the blue sky to see the bright moon. Li Bai
The half-autumn moon in Emei Mountain casts its shadow into the water of Pingqiang River. Li Bai
The pine wind blows the belt, and the mountain moon shines on the piano. Wang Wei
People in the deep forest don’t know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Wang Wei
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows upstream from the rocks. Wang Wei
There is a bright moon in Guangze, and turbulent currents in Cangshan Mountain. Ma Dai
The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes in the night. Lu Lun
The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown. Du Fu
The stars are moving in thousands of households, and the moon is in the sky. Du Fu
In the morning, he went to clean up the wasteland and filth, and returned home with a hoe in the moonlight. Tao Yuanming
Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook. Li Yu
Magpies are frightened when the bright moon leaves the branches, and cicadas sing in the breeze in the middle of the night. Xin Qiji
Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow. Bai Juyi
A flick of water and a flick of the moon, half into the river wind and half into the clouds. Couplet
The moonlight is deeper than half of the house, and the Beidou is slanted in the south. Liu Fangping
When I look in the mirror at dawn, I am worried about the clouds on my temples. When I sing at night, I should feel the cold moonlight. Li Shangyin
He can hold the eagle bow like a full moon, looking northwest to shoot at the wolf. Su Shi
3. What are the words or poems that describe the very quiet and quiet scenery
Good words:
Vibrant and fertile soil, thousands of miles of cooking smoke curling up against the mountains and rivers
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The sheep's intestine trail is full of fat cows and strong horses, and the waves of rolling wheat are surrounded by mountains and rivers
A quiet life is surrounded by mountains and rivers, surrounded by green mountains and green waters
There are tall trees, dense forests and dense weeds everywhere. A hundred flowers bloom
Good sentences:
1. The small rivers are like blue ribbons wrapped around the endless green fields, and in the distance there are small houses with simple shapes and harmonious colors. A beautiful and moving pastoral scenery!
2. A curl of smoke rises over the small village, like a girl wearing a white gauze dancing gracefully under the sunset.
3. The short house is also a kind of art, classical and elegant, like a rich paint painting.
4. There is a thin river on the green grassland, exposed in the sun, and looking from a distance, it looks like a shining silver necklace.
5. In the grassland after the rain, wild flowers are blooming, like a flower headscarf that has just been soaked in water, and even the dewdrops are colorful!
6. Looking from a distance, there are white clouds squirming on the grassland. It turns out that these are the sheep in the pasture. Each one is white, fat and cute, and the little birds that make the grassland more lively are chirping. Full of energy.
Good paragraphs:
1. The gentle hillside is dotted with pink buckwheat fields, the roadside is paved with green highland barley land, and the fence made of logs runs along the curve. The winding dirt road leads to the primeval forest in the distance. Tibetan-style stilted buildings are scattered along the roadside. In the light blue smoke of making milk tea, cattle and sheep appear and disappear... The whole atmosphere presents a kind of Medieval country style.
2. The rising silvery smoke, the ancient silent creek that never stops, the old cow slowly walking alone carrying the sunset, a square rice field like a checkerboard grid, green velvet The seedlings are woven into carpets, stretching far into the sky; clumps of green trees set off the houses with blue bricks and red tiles. In spring, the pine forests in my hometown are still lush and green, but azaleas are already blooming all over the hills.
3. In the summer grassland, the air is particularly fresh in the morning. I entangled my father for a walk on the grassland. The faint fragrance of grass blows towards your face, and it is bright red. The rising sun is rising from the horizon, coating the vast grassland with a layer of gold. The dewdrops on the grass blades are like pearls set on emeralds, shining with colorful brilliance. I saw many unknown pink, white, yellow or blue flowers in the grass, making the grassland very beautiful. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue.
——Bai Juyi's "Remembering the South of the Yangtze River"
Huang Si's natal family is full of flowers, with thousands of flowers hanging low on the branches. The butterflies dance all the time, and the orioles sing at ease.
——Du Fu's "Walking Alone by the River Looking for Flowers"
The jasper is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down.
——He Zhizhang's "Ode to the Willows"
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep.
——Du Fu's "Quatrains"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and the willows are new.
——Wang Wei's "Send Off to the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi"
Two orioles sang in the green willows, and a row of egrets ascended to the blue sky.
——Du Fu's "Quequatrains"
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
——Su Shi's "Hui Chong's "Evening Scene on the Spring River""
Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish.
——Zhang Zhihe's "Yu Gezi"
The spring scenery is so full that the garden cannot be closed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall.
——Ye Shaoweng's "Visiting the Garden Is Not Worth It"
The beautiful scenery of the Surabaya River is a new sight.
——Zhu Xi's "Spring Day"
Thousands of miles of orioles sing green and red, and the wind of wine flags in water villages and mountains. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
——Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring"
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. Cen Can's "Bai Xuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"
The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-green. Wang Wei's "Weicheng Song"
The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. Zhang Ruoxu's "Moonlight Night on the Spring River"
4. Poems describing tranquility
1. Outside the Qingshan Tower outside the mountain, when does the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
-- "Inscribed on Lin'an Residence" by Song Linsheng 2. After all, the scenery of West Lake in June is different from that of the four seasons. -- "Walking off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple" by Yang Wanli of the Song Dynasty 3. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
-- "Drinking on the Lake, First Sunny and Later Rain" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty 4. When spring comes in the south, flowers are like embroidery, and after the rain, the water of the West Lake is like oil. -- "Happy Spring" by Yuan Cao Mingshan 5. When it is neither cold nor warm, flowers decorate the West Lake like Xi Shi.
-- "Red Embroidered Shoes" by Zhang Kejiu of the Yuan Dynasty 6. I want to report this intention to the West Lake Feng Yue Zhi. -- "Hangzhou Hui Fang" by Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty 7. The beauty of the West Lake is great, and the good name of Dongying is good.
-- "Recitations of the West Lake" by Ouyang Xiu of the Song Dynasty 8. A clever portrait of the official of the East Pavilion, and a master of the West Lake. -- "Huanxi Sand" Ge Shengzhong of the Song Dynasty 9. The spring shirt is still there, Xiaoman's needlework has been wet by the rain from the West Lake.
-- "Jiang Can" Tang and Song dynasties 10. Look at the red medicine and climb up the stairs again, and take advantage of the Spring Festival at West Lake. - "Moon over Xijiang" Song Xin Qiji.
5. Sentences to describe tranquility
Looking up at Tianhu Mountain, I can only see the rugged green mountains, the lush and shaded trees all over the mountains, the vast blue sky, and the misty mountains. The wisps of clouds just constitute an elegant and interesting light-ink landscape painting.
Looking up at the rooftop, the peak is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the mountain path is winding, like a ribbon falling from the clouds. The tourists are like small white dots, scattered on the ribbon, slowly going up. Moving.
The 19 peaks of Cangshan Mountain are connected into one, like a winding dragon, surrounding the entire Dali, becoming a natural "wind barrier".
In this vast sea of ??smoke, there stands a mountain peak. Its shape is very similar to a penholder, so it is called "Beacon Mountain".
On the Bogda Peak, which towers high in the sky, it has been wearing a snow-white "turban" and a snow-white "cloak" for many months. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, it is always pure white.
In the distance, there are strange mountains standing tall and tall, green and steep mountains, surrounded by clouds and fog.
In the distance, mountain peaks rise from the ground. The green trees on the mountains are shaded by flowers, which make the entire mountain peaks look particularly charming.
Looking at Tianshan Mountain from a distance, the top of the mountain has been covered with snow for thousands of years, like an old man in white who has experienced many vicissitudes of life, lying there peacefully.
The shadowy mountains are like a sleepy fairy, covered with gauze like cicada wings, tender and affectionate, staring silently.
The peaks on both sides of the strait change into various interesting postures: sometimes like a floating fairy, sometimes like an old man holding a staff, sometimes like an ape offering peaches, and sometimes like a wild horse running wild.
Under the sun, the distant mountains seemed to have been washed, vivid and green, and they seemed to be much closer and steeper.
The distant mountains are looming in the clouds and mist, like naughty children playing hide and seek with you.
6. What are the poems that describe "the tranquility of mountains and forests"
1. At the end of the fireworks, find a pure land, watch the prosperity fall, listen to the chirping of birds, and be with you. depend on each other. In the secluded mountain forest, open a piece of water and soil, admire the sky, smell the purity of the forest, and let time fly by.
At the end of the bustling place, find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden hut, pave a bluestone path, and be at peace with you in the morning and evening.
2. In the quiet mountain forest, you can open a piece of water and soil, admire the sky, smell the purity of the forest, and watch the flowers bloom and fall with you, and the time will pass
3. At this time, the spring scenery is bright and the spring breeze It blows on the face, everything is comfortable, and birds are singing in it. It is a wonderful spring breeze. At this time, you should find a clean and quiet place in the mountains and forests, bring a pot of good wine, drink freely on the ground, and worship the sky and this beautiful world with wine.
4. Time follows the rising sun, and the rain and dew change from time to time. I walk on this long journey, trying my best to find the taste of it. Some of the beauty that is overflowing in midsummer has been lost. Starting from the beginning, some were forgotten, but in the end they all moved this generation. Every ray of light in summer, the deep blue shines darkly under the moonlight, and the quiet mountains and forests reveal a subtle coldness in the bath. I actually I don’t know where I am, and I don’t understand the twists and turns of this world.
5. The moonlight was pale, and the dense forest was outlined with a deep and shallow dark green. It was silent all around, not even the chirping of insects was heard, only the occasional wind passing by the grass tips, in the forest The sound of the cutting was subtle and vague, making the entire mountain forest a bit darker. So quiet, no one passes by.
6. I want to go for a walk in the mountains and forests alone. It is quiet and quiet there, and I can put my mood together. I want to forget you there, practice being alone, and sleep peacefully without you.
7. You said you like silence, and I gave up the noisy life for you; you said you like silence, and I accompanied you to retreat into the mountains and forests; you said you wanted a bright star, I'm sorry! It's so high, I can't reach it!
8. Many years later, if I go to Siguniang Mountain, I will not find the tranquility in the forest, but only the cave on the cliff. Many years later, if I go wandering, it will not be for the beauty of the mountains and rivers, but just for the sake of you.
9. In the deep alpine forest, the mountain paths lined with trees are covered with thick pine needles. The afternoon sun evaporates the pungent smell of rosin, and the sound of birds occasionally sounds crisp, like a shadow.
10. On this day, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, the water is green and the mountains are green. When people pass through the gorge, the sense of tranquility has not yet arisen. Watching quietly, the vastness of the world and the luxuriance of the trees cannot accommodate even a single bird's cry. The world is turbulent and the universe is turbulent, but I don’t know who my confidant is.
There are poems describing the bamboo forest 1. Poems describing the bamboo forest
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The green bamboos are half-covered, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall. The color invades the book and is hidden in the wine. It is cool. The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao is loved by everyone in the world for planting flowers. I only plant bamboos. The frost and snow are all over the courtyard, and they shine freely. Fresh green. It has snowed all night in the secluded sky. The sparse shadows have lost their greenness. Do not let them be blown away by the wind. Exquisite and broken empty jade. Chanting Bamboo (Qi. Xie Tiao) There is a clump of bamboo in front of the window. The greenness is unique and strange.
The southern branches meet the northern leaves, and the new shoots are mixed with old branches. The moonlight is sparse and dense, and the sound of wind rises and falls again.
The green guard flies out of the way, but the yellow mouth peeks at each other. But hate follows the wind and grows apart from each other.
Bamboo (Liang.Liu Xiaoxian) Bamboo grows in the open field, and the clouds tower over the sky. No one appreciates high moral integrity, only one keeps one's own chastity.
The concubine of Xiang was brought to tears by shame, and she entered the palace harp in shame. Whoever makes a flute should sing the dragon's tune.
There are tender bamboos in front of the steps (Chen. Zhang Zhengjian). The green clouds are forming clusters on their own, and the light flowers and tender bamboo shoots are about to soar into the sky. The curved and horizontal branches are laid out repeatedly, and the leaves are sparse and the wind blows strongly.
If you want to know the place where the dragon is born, you should go to Gepi on the mountain road. Ode to Bamboo (Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty) The tall bamboo sticks on the Chu River are full of dawn energy.
The white flowers shake the shadow of the wind, and the Qing Festival moves the dragon text. The leaves sweep the southeast sun, and the branches carry the northwest clouds.
Who knows that on the Xiang River, I shed tears and miss you alone. More than 100 poems about bamboo planting on the left side of Junzhai (Tang Dynasty, Linghu Chu) Bamboo is planted by the north window of Zhaiju, and the newly opened plain wall reflects the fresh green flowers.
The green is close to the place where medicine is practiced, and the green shade is as deep as lying in front of the curtain. The wind shocks the leaves at dawn, as if hearing rain, and the spring branches seem to carry smoke when the moon passes.
I recall the mountain and my heart is temporarily suspended. I retire and sit in front of Chanjuan. Bamboo in the White Sand Pavilion in Autumn (Tang Dynasty. Xu Hun) The rustling snow and frost, and the dense green are different from those in Hunan.
The sparse shadow of the moon moves on the wall, and the cold sound of the wind fills the hall. Autumn comes earlier for roller blinds and longer nights for high pillows.
Suddenly I recall Qinxi Road, thousands of poles are now cold. When the bamboo shoots are eaten for the first time, they are placed in the seat (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty). When the fragrant buds of tender bamboo shoots emerge from the forest, their price is as heavy as gold when discussed in the mausoleum.
In the imperial capital, there are countless people on land and sea, and they can't bear to cut an inch of gold from Ling Yun.
Ode to Bamboo (Zheng Gu, Tang Dynasty) It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind, blowing the water and hiding the pine trees in the village.
I moved Xiao Sao from the distant temple, washed it, and saw the front peak. Moss invades the steps and bursts out spring buds, and the path around the path is covered with dense summer shade.
The apricot blossoms are full of emotions, and several branches are clad in green, so they are compatible. Bamboo Wind (Tang Yanqian, Tang Dynasty) Bamboo reflects the wind and the windows are tilted several times, --- people sit and think about the endless thoughts.
The dream of rivers and lakes remains when night comes, all of which are like dry sounds like daisy flowers. In spring, there are bamboos in the mountains (said by Pei of the Tang Dynasty). There are several green bamboo poles in the shape of dragons, and they are steep and must teach this place.
Infinite wild flowers cannot bloom, and the cold color in the middle of the mountain competes with spring. Ode to Bamboo (Zhang Bi, Tang Dynasty) The trees are full of colors and the leaves are blooming, and the kings and grandsons are not tired of filling the courtyard.
No one can see Lingshuang at the end of the festival, waiting humbly for the phoenix to come all day long. Who allows romance to add joy and self-pity to let go of the dust.
There are many idle areas everywhere in Zhumen, just like moving clouds to caress the green moss. Shuangyun Pavilion (Su Shi, Song Dynasty) The new bamboo basket cannot be restrained, and Chanjuan is already old and cold.
To see the hint of frost, you have to wait for the autumn wind to fall. Everything in the Garden (Song Dynasty, Su Che) Bamboo does not grow in cold areas, although it does grow as if it is sick.
The root of the plant is hidden in a deep place, but the leaves are so fierce when they open. Chanjuan looks like ice and snow, scattered by the wind and sun.
Prosperity can be seen in solitary depths, and one person is the enemy of thousands of hectares. It reminds me of the towering forests and cliffs on the river.
There is no wind and the bamboo baskets are floating by themselves, and they are singing along the deserted path. Hsinchu (Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli) The east wind cleverly repairs the remaining mountains, and adds several jade poles in one night.
Half-dressed and still half-dressed, the dragon has no faith and is afraid of the cold spring. Ode to Hsinchu in East Lake (Song Dynasty, Lu You) Insert thorns and weave fences to protect them, and cultivate the cold green water to reflect the ripples.
Autumn arrives first as the breeze sweeps over 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 pillow mat wherever I go. Wild Bamboo (Wuzhen, Yuan Dynasty) Wild Bamboo is absolutely lovely, with sparse branches and leaves that look real.
He has always stayed far away from Jingzhen, walking along cliffs and crossing stone paths. Humbly embrace the river of Jieshan Mountain, the breeze is whirling in the white moon.
What will happen if the cold shoots are thousands of feet away? There is a lot of wind and smoke in Qi'ao, Weichuan River. Song of New Bamboo Shoots (Yue Dai, Ming Dynasty) The forest is full of yellow birds singing, and the new bamboo shoots in the forest are among the people.
The spring breeze scares the mountain rabbits behind closed doors, and the dew drops in the day scare the bamboo chickens. Three days in the rain, spring has passed, and I added a few more flowers near the stone bed.
The generals will raise their heads to the blue clouds, regardless of the broken green moss in front of the steps. Bamboo and Stone (Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie) insists on not letting go of the green mountains, and the 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. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty. Zheng Xie) One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.
Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies. Inscribed on my friend Liang Tiejun, the chivalrous man painted bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Kang Youwei. He stood up to the festival of flying clouds, and he was still self-possessed.
The spring breeze is often biting and the autumn air is always lingering. The chaotic leaves are still strong, and the soft branches are not blown.
Only the text is interesting, and the portrayal is very vivid. Preface to Bamboo Poems Zhou Fangchun lived in peace for three and a half years on New Year's Day in 1991, sitting quietly and reading poems.
Chinese bamboo culture has a history of thousands of years. The poems are like a tide, and I am unable to read them carefully.
Browsed more than 10,000 volumes and compiled more than 10,000 words. Those who write poems about bamboo in ancient and modern times often learn the bamboo style.
Being modest is your nature, and you will be noble and noble throughout your life. The strong wind does not bend the pole, and the heavy rain makes the skin cleaner.
The cold department produces clear yin, and the severe cold maintains the green color. Bamboo silk leaves a lasting legacy, bamboo arrows shoot bear scorpions.
Everything from food, clothing, housing and transportation is of great help to you. The more outstanding the contribution, the more intense the cutting.
If this wind continues, the bamboo forest will be destroyed. I compile bamboo poems and dedicate them to readers.
I advise you to cherish bamboo and promote bamboo style.
2. What are the poems describing the "bamboo forest"
1. Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, Yaoyao bells - "Farewell to Master Lingche" by Liu Changqing in the late Tang Dynasty
2. The good air is dense and the flying clouds are misty.
The bamboo forest is surrounding the Qingjiang River ----- Song Xufu's "Treading on the Shasha·Sujingjianglan"
3. The bamboo forest was visible last night, but the magpie who came in the morning came back in vain ----- Song Dynasty Liu Chenweng's "Huanxi Sand"
4. Thirty-six drunken strategies are unique, and all the masters in the bamboo forest can learn from them -----"Drunken Song" by Lu You of the Song Dynasty
5. A sound of mother-in-law cake Jiao, crying in the bamboo forest - "Eighteen Poems" by Shi Rujing of the Song Dynasty
6. Walking towards the moss path of the bamboo forest, I came to teach cranes, mountain springs and stone tripods, making tea for myself ----- Xu Youren of the Yuan Dynasty "Qinyuan Chun·Laozi's Year"
7. Thousands of households in the bamboo forest, thousands of slaves with sweet oranges ----- "Sixteen Poems of Preparation for Ode to Huai" by Yu Xin of the Southern and Northern Dynasties
8. Chai Fei hides the tranquility of the bamboo forest during the day, and makes the summer turn into autumn - Lu You of the Song Dynasty.
9. Dark green maple trees, sparse mottled bamboo forest ----- "A section of Yunxiaoxiang night rain in Wushan" by Li Qixian of the Yuan Dynasty
10. I envy the bamboo forest, which boils in the middle of the night The sound of joy ----- "Shui Diao Ge Tou·Yan Fen Bing Ji Su" by Song Anonymous
3. What are the poems describing the "bamboo forest"
The poems describing the "bamboo forest" As follows:
"Bamboo Forest"
Cherish the bamboo forest that people love, and work hard to weave fences to protect the cold green.
But we know that the nature of bamboo is thin and needs to be grown outside the fence.
"Bamboo Forest"
The temple fence is slanted with thousands of green shoots, and the mountain path runs deep through thousands of trunks.
But I recall that in the living room of your house, you painted a few stems to look at when you were painting the walls.
"Night Tour of Chengtian Temple"
The courtyard is empty and clear like accumulated water, with algae and waterlilies interlaced in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows.
"Farewell to Master Lingche"
In Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, the bells rang late.
"The Garden is Full of Fragrance, the Clear Water Startles the Autumn"
Under the west window, the wind is shaking the green bamboo, it is suspected that an old friend is coming.
"Baitou Yin"
Why are the bamboo poles curling, and the fish tails are stuck! A man cares about his spirit, why use money and a knife!
"The South Pavilion is Huai Xin Da in Summer"
The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound.
4. Poems describing the bamboo forest
Inscribed on Bamboo and Stone
Zheng Xie
He insists on not letting go of the green mountains, and his roots are still in the broken rocks. It has endured countless blows and is still strong, no matter how windy it is, whether it is east, west, north or south.
There are many poems with the word bamboo in them, here are a few famous ones:
Huai Xin Da in the South Pavilion in Summer
Meng Haoran
The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool night, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. I want to play the harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.
Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn
Wang Wei
After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noise returns to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.
Zhuli Pavilion
Wang Wei
Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.
Stay in Luo's Pavilion to cherish Cui Yong and Cui Yan
Li Shangyin
The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is far away from the city. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.
Late Scene of the Spring River in Huichong
Su Shi
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is full of wilting grass and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
5. Description: Poems of Bamboo Forest
In the green bamboo forest temple, the bells ring late. ——Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Master Lingche"
Under the west window, the wind shook the green bamboos, and it was suspected that an old friend was coming. —— Qin Guan's "The Garden is Full of Fragrance, the Clear Water Startles the Autumn"
Why are the bamboo poles curling up, and the fish tails are stuck! A man cares about his spirit, why use money and a knife? —— Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin"
The lotus wind brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. ——Meng Haoran's "The Summer Pavilion in the South Pavilion"
A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. —— Su Shi's "Late Scene of the Spring River in Huichong"
The water under the courtyard is empty and clear, with algae and waterlilies interlaced in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows.
—— Su Shi's "A Night Tour at Chengtian Temple"
What night is there without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us. —— Su Shi's "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple"
The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. ——Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple"
Lying in the Yazhai, listening to the rustling bamboos, they suspected they were the sounds of suffering among the people. ——Zheng Xie's "Painting of Bamboo in the Weixian County Office Presenting Nianbo Bao Dachengkuo"
Thousands of feet of waves across the river, thousands of bamboo poles slanting into the water. ——Li Qiao's "Wind"
The forest breaks through the mountains and the bright bamboos hide behind the wall. —— Su Shi's "Partridge Sky·Bamboo Hidden Wall in the Broken Forest"
Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems. ——Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu"
Late at night, the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo. ——Bai Juyi's "Night Snow"
The wind blows through the bamboos in the late night and brings out the rhyme of autumn. ——Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House·I don't know how far I am after I say goodbye"
The fisherman stayed near the west rock at night, and at dawn he drank the clear water and burned the bamboo. ——Liu Zongyuan's "The Fisherman"
6. Poems about the Bamboo Forest
"Good things come soon, go to the bamboo forest"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Ge Changgeng< /p>
Walk to the head of the bamboo forest and find out the news about plum blossoms. No one knows what Leng Rui Shuying is like.
The ice and snow have dried up year after year, and I look down and sigh at myself. Drunk and lying in the shadow of plum blossoms, who knows me?
"Huanxi Sand"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Liu Chenweng
Looking at each other at dusk and in the evening. Zhenlou Qiaoqiao resembles the figure.
There are countless old matchmakers below. I saw it in the bamboo forest last night.
The magpies that came in the morning came back empty-handed. You can come to the human world in five days.
"Sauvignon Blanc·Wu Shanshen"
Era: Song Dynasty Author: Wang Yuanliang
Wu Shanshen. Deeper and deeper into the mountains. The beautiful lady in the empty valley, Jin Yuyin. Who knows this heart?
The night is dark. Leakage sinks. I am free to play plum blossoms on the piano. The moon is high in the pine and bamboo forest.
"Qinyuanchun·Laozi's Year"
Era: Yuan Author: Xu Youren
In my time, I had great ambitions and Weike started its business. Being overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the city, I became deaf and hard of hearing. I squinted my eyes while reading and became drowsy. Returning from the sky, the mountains will fall, and the cattle will blow the frogs. If the free palace is good, the gardener will be ordered to run the palace three times a day. I've been to the end of the world several times in my life. Just live in the floating sea. Walking along the moss path through the bamboo forest, cranes come and teach me, and stone tripods from mountain springs prepare tea for myself. The flowers are blooming in the courtyard, the rain is falling above the building, and the spring breeze is blowing. When it comes to fame and fortune, ask the refreshing air of Xishan Mountain and how much haze there is.
7. Ancient poems describing bamboo forests
1. "Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night" by Yang Wanli in the Song Dynasty: Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are dense with insects, there is a slight coolness that is not the wind.
Translation: In the dense bamboo forest where insects are constantly chirping, there are waves of coolness coming from time to time, but it is not the wind.
2. "Farewell to Master Lingche" by Liu Changqing of the Tang Dynasty: Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, Yaoyao bells ring late.
Translation: Looking at the Zhulin Temple in the forest of Cangcang Mountain, the sound of the bell ringing can be heard in the distance.
3. "Wind" by Li Qiao of the Tang Dynasty: Thousands of feet of waves cross the river, and thousands of bamboo poles slant into it.
Translation: Blowing across the river can set off huge waves thousands of feet, blowing into the bamboo forest can make thousands of poles tilt.
4. Wu Jun's "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains" written by Wu Jun in the Southern and Northern Dynasties: Smoke is seen coming from the mountains, and the setting sun is glimpsed in the bamboos.
Translation: The place where the mountain meets the sky is filled with mist and mist, and the sunset is shining through the gaps in the bamboo forest.
5. "Mountain Residence" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty: Green bamboos contain new powder, and red lotuses have fallen into old clothes.
Translation: The tender bamboo joints have been covered with a new layer of pink, and the old lotus flowers have long shed their red robes.
6. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty wrote "Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain to buy wine": Green bamboo enters the secluded path, and green radish blows on the walking clothes.
Translation: Walking into the bamboo forest and walking through the quiet path, the green radish branches and leaves brushed the clothes of pedestrians.
8. Poems praising the "bamboo forest"
Poems praising the "bamboo forest" include: There are two or three branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo; they are covered with bamboo and cypress shadows; What night is without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? Waiting for poetry.
Throughout the ages, the bamboo forest has been loved by many literati for its quiet artistic conception and noble integrity. Therefore, there are many poems praising the "Bamboo Forest", which have been passed down from generation to generation.
As follows: A few branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
——Su Shi's "Evening Scene of the Spring River in Huichong" The courtyard looked like accumulated water, empty and clear, with algae and waterlilies interlaced in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows. —— Su Shi's "Night Tour at Chengtian Temple" What night is there without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us.
—— Su Shi's "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple" The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. ——Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple" I lay in the Yazhai and listened to the rustling bamboos, which I suspected were the sounds of suffering among the people.
——Zheng Xie's "Painting Bamboo in the Weixian County Office to Present Nianbo Bao Dachengkuo" Thousands of feet of waves across the river, thousands of bamboo poles slanted into it. ——Li Qiao's "Wind" Smoke is seen coming from the mountains, and the setting sun is glimpsed in the bamboos.
——Wu Jun's "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains" When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches. ——Gao Pian's "Dui Xue" Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, Yaoyao bells ring late.
——Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Master Lingche" Under the west window, the wind shook the green bamboo, it was suspected that an old friend was coming. ——Qin Guan's "The Garden is Full of Fragrance and the Blue Water Startles the Autumn" How are the bamboo poles curling, and how are the fish tails sticking! A man cares about his spirit, why use money and a knife?
—— Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin" The lotus wind brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. ——Meng Haoran's "Summer Huai Xin Da in the South Pavilion" It rained in the middle of the night last night, and it was cool for another day.
—— Su Shi's "Partridge Sky·Lin Duanshan, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall" Lin Duanshan, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall. ——Su Shi's "Partridge Sky: Lin Duan Mountain, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall" New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems.
—— Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu" Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of folding bamboo. ——Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" The wind blows through the bamboos in the late night and brings out the charm of autumn.
—— Ouyang Xiu's "Spring in the Jade House: After Farewell, I Don't Know How Far Is You" The fisherman stayed near the west rock at night, and at dawn he drank the clear water and burned the bamboos of Chu. ——Liu Zongyuan's "The Fisherman" Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboo girl, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp.
——Li He's "Li Ping Konghou Yin" The sunset has no one lying on the cow's back, bringing the jackdaws back in twos and twos. ——Zhang Shunmin, "Village Dwelling: Water Surrounds Pei Tian, ??Bamboo Fence" Old mountains and old pines and bamboos block the return journey.
—— Yue Fei's "Xiaozhong Mountain·The cicadas couldn't stop singing in the cold last night" The color of bamboo is green under the stream, and the lotus is fragrant in the mirror. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to Chu Yong in the Yanzhong" The green bamboo half contains the casing, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall.
—— Du Fu's "Ode to Bamboo in Yan Zheng's Mansion" The window of Amu Qi in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn. ——Li Shangyin's "Yao Chi" The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus sheds its old clothes.
—— Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence" The shadow of the bamboo on the window shakes the book case, and the sound of the wild spring flows into the inkstone pond. ——Du Xunhe's "Inscription on My Brother and My Nephew's Book Hall" On the square bed with paper screen and stone pillow, I throw the book when my hands are tired and I have a long afternoon dream.
—— Cai Que's "Summer Climbing Pavilion" echoes the vastness of the Xiangjiang River and the deep groves of bitter bamboos facing the west. ——Zheng Gu's "Partridge" The pines and bamboos are green and the rosy flowers are cold, and the sun is late and the mountains and rivers are twilight.
—— Cao Zu's "Bu Suanzi·Lan" Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. ——Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion" The color invades the book at night, and the wine bottle is cool in the shade.
—— Du Fu's "Ode to Bamboo in Yan Zheng's Mansion" A small pond with cicadas and decaying grass. —— Su Shi's "Partridge Sky·Bamboo Hidden Wall in the Broken Forest" The wind shakes the bamboo across the window, and the mountain is covered with snow when the door opens.
——Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Hu Jushi's Household on the Snow in Winter Evening" Bamboo leaves are indifferent to people, and chrysanthemums no longer need to bloom. ——Du Fu's "Five Poems in Nine Days, Part 1" You must look at the bamboos at the meeting, and you will never be angry when the guests arrive.
—— Du Fu's "Wing Chun Bamboo Shoots" The sail goes west, and someone sprays frost bamboo. ——Xin Qiji's "Niannujiao·History of Dengjiankang Shangxin Pavilion".
I heard that Ma’s rice noodles are good, and they sell Yuanxiao in the lantern style. ——Fu Zeng's "Shangyuan Bamboo Branch Poems" The sound of snow is leaning towards the bamboo, and the cold dreams never leave home.
—— Rong Yu's "La Night in Guizhou" There are remains of the well stove and the remaining mulberry and bamboo trees. ——Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 4" If fame is not published early, how can it be announced on bamboo and silk.
—— Li Bai's "Long Song Xing" The sound of autumn sounds in thousands of households' bamboos, and the cold color of Wuling pines. ——Li Qi's "Wang Qinchuan" You can see pines and bamboos in the shadow of the stream, and smell the lotus in the pond.
—— Meng Haoran's "Summer Floating Boat Passing Chen Dashui Pavilion" Ten miles west of Chou, the fragrance of ripe rice is fragrant, the hibiscus hedges have fallen and the bamboo silk is long, and the hanging mountain fruits are green and yellow. ——Fan Chengda's "Huanxisha·Jiangcun Road" The bamboos cut off from the Nanshan Mountain were used to make bamboo frames. This music originated from Qiuca.
—— Li Qi’s "Listening to An Wanshan Playing the Bamboo Song" alone wrote about the calamus and bamboo leaf cup, the first time I stepped on the grass in Pengcheng. ——Tang Xianzu's "Forbidden Race Crossing in Chuzhou at Noon" is made of green and jagged bamboo paths.
——Zhou Bangyan's "Huansha Creek·Cuibao is made of jagged bamboo paths".