Ancient poems about the Bamboo Sea

1. Ancient poems about bamboo forests

Bamboo and Stone (Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie)

The green mountains are not relaxed, 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 (Su Dongpo, Song Dynasty)

It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo;

Without meat, one will be thin, and without bamboo, one will be vulgar.

Yong Bamboo (Fu Pangru)

The ground is broken and the clouds are rising higher and higher, and the cold drives away the three nines to lead the coquettish style.

Don’t shed the passionate tears of mottled bamboo, but be willing to turn the spring mountains into snow waves.

Ode to Bamboo (Seven Rhythms)

The cottage is next to the small bridge and the flowing water, and it is comfortable to settle down in peace. The wind destroys the body and the crooked roots are still upright, and the snow weighs on the waist and the branches become stronger.

A person with a prestigious reputation always observes integrity, but his mind is full of empty valleys and dark smoke. There is no fear of frost, summer or heat, and the weather is beautiful all year round in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Bamboo

Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty

On the Qiong Festival, the wind blows on the branches, and the wind blows and I forget to return home.

The most pitiful thing is that under the setting sun, the shadows of flowers and the clothes of the guests are full.

Garden Bamboo

Li Zhong of Tang Dynasty

Occasionally moved from the mountain monastery to the side of the building.

The good wind blows all day long, and the ghostly birds sometimes come.

The sifting moon leads to poetry, and the smoke in the cage accompanies the wine glass.

I woke up from my sleep at the south window and heard the rustle of wind and rain.

Bamboo

Zhenggu of the Tang Dynasty

It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind. It blows the water and hides the pine trees.

I moved Xiao Sao from the distant temple and came to see the front peak.

The moss that invades the steps breaks off the spring buds, and the sedge around the path is slightly sunny in summer.

The rogue apricot flower has many emotions, and several branches are clad in green, so they are compatible.

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

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

The color invades the book late at night, and is hidden in the coolness of the wine.

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

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

Bamboo and Stone

Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty

Do not let go of the green mountains, the roots are still in the broken rocks;

Still strong after thousands of hardships Jin, let the wind blow from east to west, north and south.

Fence Bamboo

(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao

There is such a green shade, why bother to protect the bamboo and Jing Qi?

Still using bamboo as a barrier, asking for help from others is not as good as asking for yourself.

Bamboo

(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao

Everyone in the world loves to plant flowers, but I only plant bamboo.

The courtyard is covered with frost and snow, and sprinkled with flowers Then the new green shines.

It snowed all night in the secluded sky, and the sparse shadows lost their green color.

Don’t let the wind blow them away, and the exquisite empty jade will be broken into pieces. 2. 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 at night, and is hidden in the wine frame to cool it. The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows gently Fragrant. But if there is no cutting, you will see the clouds grow. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao The whole world loves to plant flowers, but I only plant bamboo. The frost and snow are all over the courtyard, and the new green shines freely. It snowed all night, and the sparse shadows lost their greenness. Mo The exquisite empty jade was blown away by the wind. Ode to Bamboo (Qi. Xie Tiao) There is a clump of bamboo in front of the window, which is green and unique.

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 integrity, only one has 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.

Endowed with 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 Jun Zhai (Tang Dynasty. Linghu Chu) Bamboo is planted on the north window of the Zhai residence, 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 in the mausoleum is as heavy as gold.

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 the green branches are very 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 is left at night, all of which are dry sounds like dihua flowers. Bamboo in the mountains in spring (Tang Dynasty. Pei said) There are several green bamboo poles in the shape of dragons, and they are steep and must teach how to grow here.

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 never tire of filling the courtyard.

No one can see Lingshuang at the end of the festival, waiting humbly for the phoenix to come. 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 until the autumn wind falls. 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 tidal wave, 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 for food, clothing, housing, and transportation is a labor of love for 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. 3. What are the poems describing the bamboo sea in southern Sichuan?

Bashu Bamboo Ode

Yongchuan in western Chongqing is full of green tea and red bamboo; Yibin in southern Sichuan is full of green water and green mountains. There are eight famous names in the four places, and there are like clouds of wanderers. For five thousand years, it has been like a bamboo sea in Bashu; it has helped countless people, like a Chinese poet. It reaches the ancient capital of Xi'an in the north, Meashi in Kunming in the south, Youcheng in Chengdu in the west, and Jiangzhou in Chongqing in the east. A land of great splendor and abundance, a land of natural treasures; talented people are regarded as wonders in ancient and modern times, and outstanding people and people. From Bashu in ancient times to Sichuan and Chongqing today, they are all in the same basin. They are surrounded by mountains and rivers, cut across by the Qinling Mountains, with splendid rivers and rivers, strange flowers and rocks, and bamboos. Looking at the bamboo sea in Tea Mountain, there are ambushes from all sides; facing the bamboo sea in the south of Shu, there are sounds of Shu from all directions. The rope cuts the wood, the water drips through the stone, and the sand accumulates to form the tower. Work diligently to sow seeds and work hard. Foolish Old Man can move mountains, Jingwei can fill seas. Bashu is simple and charming, and its bamboo sea is famous far and wide. The elegance and literature are evident, and the capacity of the carriage can be used to the fullest; the wise man is kind and affectionate, and there are numerous documents that can be recited.

Tea Mountain and Bamboo Sea, tea-scented bamboos, fresh air, natural leisure, golden basin of pure lake, green bamboo villa; Southern Sichuan Bamboo Sea, sweet streams and sweet springs, vast misty waves, high hanging waterfalls, winding The path leads to secluded places, ancient temples and Buddhist temples - all of them are beautiful and delicious!

The Milky Way pours down clear water, the Yaochi descends into Guangping, the pearls in your arms are filled with jade, and the flying fire flows into the gold. There are no bamboos in a dangerous building a hundred feet tall, but there are thousands of tall bamboos in the mountains to provide shade. The bamboo tips on the top can break through the heavenly palace, and the bamboo roots on the bottom can move the earth and the underworld. There is an ancient saying that the world's granary is in Bashu, and there is inexhaustible food; today there is a saying that in the bamboo sea of ??China there are Sichuan and Chongqing, and bamboo is the king. Qinghu! The love between Bashu and mountains and rivers! Beautiful! The bamboo is beautiful above the grass and trees! So majestic! Tianfu Xiong is within China!

The spring breeze is warm, the summer rain is moist, the autumn sun is bright, and the winter snow is crystal clear.

Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are called the four gentlemen. The plum is proud of the snow and not inferior to it, the orchid is elegant and noble, the chrysanthemum is beautiful in the frost, but the bamboo is upright and orderly!

Ba Shu travels and chants

The road to Shu is difficult to walk, the monks of Shu walk,

The Prime Minister of Shu opened the country, and the women of Shu fell in love.

There are many things that govern the rise and fall of chaos,

There are heroes who sing the strong wind. 4. Poems about the bamboo forest

"Good things are coming soon, walking to the head of the bamboo forest"

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Ge Changgeng

Walking to the head of the bamboo forest, I found out Plum news. 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 could see it in the bamboo forest last night.

The magpies that came in the morning came back in vain. 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.

"Qinyuan Chun·Laozi's Year"

Era: Yuan Author: Xu Youren

In the time of Laozi, we 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 grove, cranes come to teach you, and there are mountain springs and stone cauldrons to cook tea for yourself. 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. 5. Ancient poems describing bamboo forests

1. "Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night" written 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 brushes 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. 6. 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 dry magpie came back in vain ----- Song Dynasty Liu Chenweng's "Huanxi Sand"

4. Thirty-six drunken strategies are unique and 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, and 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. The dark green maple trees and 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 ----- Song Dynasty's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·Yan Fen Bing Ji Su" 7. Poems describing the bamboo forest

Three or two 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 and empty, with algae and waterlilies crisscrossed 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 were suspected to be the sounds of people's suffering.

——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 Fragrance of the Courtyard·The Clear Water Startles the Autumn" How are the bamboo poles curling, and how are the fish tails clattering! 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 Chu bamboo. ——Liu Zongyuan's "The Fisherman" The wild bamboos are divided into green mist, and the flying springs are hung with green peaks.

—— Li Bai's "Visiting Dai Tianshan Taoist No Encounter" The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness passes through the heavy city. ——Li Shangyin's "Staying in Luo's Pavilion to Remind Cui Yong and Cui Gun" Who knew that Zhuxi Road, singing and singing, is Yangzhou.

——Du Mu's "Inscription on Zenzhi Temple in Yangzhou" Jiang E cries about the sorrow of the bamboo girl, and Li Ping plays the Chinese harp. ——Li He's "Li Ping Kong Hou Yin" The sunset has no one lying on the cow's back, bringing the jackdaws home in twos and twos.

——Zhang Shunmin's "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 crickets couldn't stop chirping 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 have just emerged from the wall. ——Du Fu's "Ode to Bamboo in Yan Zheng's Mansion" Auntie's Qi window in Yaochi opened, and the singing of yellow bamboo moved the earth to mourn.

—— Li Shangyin's "Yaochi" The green bamboo contains new powder, and the red lotus has fallen into old clothes. ——Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence" The shadow of bamboo on the window shakes on the desk, and the sound of wild spring flows into the inkstone pond.

—— Du Xunhe's "Inscription on My Brother and My Nephew's Library" The square bed with paper screen, stone pillow and bamboo pillow, tired hands throwing books, long afternoon dreams. ——Cai Que's "Summer Boarding Pavilion" Green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish touches the clothes.

—— Li Bai's "Going down to Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, where people stay and buy wine." Bamboo horses rushed to the Nao River, and paper kites stalked the wind. ——Lu You, "Guan Village Children Playing on the Stream" The water surrounds the field and the bamboo fences, the elm coins are all gone, and the hibiscus flowers are sparse.

——Zhang Shunmin's "Village Dwelling·Water Surrounds the Pei Tian and Bamboo Fences" You can see birds from time to time when turning over the blank, and the red onions in the water are fragrant. —— Su Shi's "Partridge Sky·Bamboo Hidden Wall in the Broken Forest" The bamboo loves the new rain, and the mountains love the sunset.

——Qian Qi's "Taniguchi Study Sends to Yang Buque" corresponds to the broadness of the Xiangjiang River and the deep clumps 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" These little officials in Caozhou County are always caring about each branch and leaf.

——Zheng Xie's "Painting Bamboo in Weixian County Office to Present Nianbo Bao Dachengkuo" People deep in the forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine. ——Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion" But if you don't cut it, you will see the clouds grow.

—— Du Fu's "Ode to Bamboo in Yan Zheng's Mansion" The lonely lamp shines in the cold rain, and the wet bamboo is covered with smoke. ——Sikong Shu, "Farewell to Han Shen at Yunyang Pavilion" Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are dense with insects, there is sometimes a slight coolness that is not the wind.

—— Yang Wanli's "Summer Night Chasing Coolness" The color invades the book in the evening, and the wine bottle is overcast and cool. ——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 shook the bamboo across the window, and the mountain was covered with snow when the door opened. ——Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Hu Jushi's Family on the Snow in Winter Evening" Bamboo leaves have no distinction between people, and chrysanthemums no longer need to bloom.

—— Du Fu's "Five Poems in Nine Days·One" A branch outside the bamboo is leaning, thinking of a beautiful woman, the weather is cold and the sun is setting. ——Cao Zu's "Sudden Mountain Stream·Plum" I have been silent for half a day, but the sound of bamboo and the crescent moon are still the same as before.

—— Li Yu's "Poppy Beauty·The Wind Returns to the Green Small Courtyard" Pour out the remaining jade and walk through the bamboo, roll it up and lie down in the yellow court to look at the mountain. ——Lu You's "Partridge Sky: Living in the Room of Green Smoke and Falling Lights" The staff slowly turns to the setting sun.

——Su Shi's "Partridge Sky: Forest Broken Mountain, Bright Bamboo Hidden Wall" Chu Ke wanted to hear Yao Se's complaints, late at night in Xiaoxiang, when the moon was bright. ——Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God·Mottled Bamboo Branches" There are still peach blossoms on the flowing water, and the endless bamboo leaves are drunk in front of the statue.

——Liu Yuxi's "Recalling the South of the Yangtze River - Spring Is Over" Walnuts are wrapped in sweet-scented osmanthus stuffing, and glutinous rice is like pearls washed out of a well. ——Fu Zeng's "Shangyuan Bamboo Branch Poems" The Taoist courtyard is quiet, and the moss color is even with the deep bamboos.

——Liu Zongyuan's "Morning Yichao Master's School Reading Zen Sutra" Bamboo branches, mottled bamboo branches, with tears stained to express lovesickness. ——Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God·Mottled Bamboo Branches" The flowers in the pond reflect the sun in spring, and the bamboos in the window sing in autumn at night.

—— Li Bai's "Xie Gong Pavilion: Where Xie Xie and Fan Yun traveled" We met in a guest house, at dusk in the corner of the fence, silently leaning on the bamboo.

——Jiang Kui's "Sparse Shadows·Moss Branches Decorated with Jade" The curtains are empty, the sun is thin, the flowers and bamboos are quiet, and sometimes there are milk doves singing to each other.

—— Su Shunqin's "Visiting the Canglang Pavilion in the Early Clear" After returning, the three paths were swept again, and the pines and bamboos were my home. ——Ye Mengde's "Shui Tiao Ge Tou·The Autumn Colors Are Getting Late" It is necessary to look at the bamboos at the meeting, and you will never be angry when 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 "Late 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 pine and bamboo 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, ripe rice smells fragrant, hibiscus hedges have fallen, bamboo silk is long, and 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.

——. 8. Ancient poems about bamboo forests

Bamboo and Stone (Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie) The green mountains are not relaxed, 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 (Su Dongpo, Song Dynasty) It is better to eat without meat than live without bamboo; without meat, one will be thin, while without bamboo, one will be vulgar.

Ode to Bamboo (Fu Pangru) The ground is broken and the clouds are rising higher and higher, and the cold drives away the three nines to lead the coquettish style. No sentimental tears will be shed, but spring mountains will turn into snow waves.

Ode to Bamboo (Qilu) The hut is next to the small bridge and the flowing water, and it is comfortable to settle down and settle down. The wind destroys the body and the crooked roots are still upright, and the snow weighs on the waist and the branches become stronger.

A person with a prestigious reputation always observes integrity, but his mind is full of empty valleys and dark smoke. There is no fear of frost, summer or heat, and the weather is beautiful all year round in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Bamboo by Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty The windy branches blow high on the Qiongjie Festival, and I forget to return home due to the wind. The most pitiful thing is that under the setting sun, the shadows of flowers and the clothes of the guests are full.

Courtyard Bamboo by Li Zhong of the Tang Dynasty Occasionally moved from the mountain monastery to the side of the building. The good wind rises all day long, and the quiet birds come sometimes.

The sifting moon leads to poetry, and the smoke in the cage accompanies the wine glass. I woke up from a light sleep at the south window, and heard the sound of wind and rain.

Bamboo from Tang Dynasty, Zhenggu. It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind. Xiao Sao was moved from the distant temple and came to see the front peak.

The moss that invades the steps breaks off the spring buds, and the sedge around the path is slightly sunny in summer. The rogue apricot blossom has many emotions, and a few branches are clad in green, so they are compatible.

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The green bamboos are half in the casing, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall. The color invades the book late at night, and it is hidden in the wine.

The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow.

Bamboo and Stone by Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty. They stick to the green mountains without letting go, and their roots are still in the broken rocks; they are still strong after countless blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south. Fence Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao A vast expanse of greenery, why bother protecting the bamboo with Jingqi? Still using bamboo as a barrier, asking for help from others is not as good as asking for yourself.

Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao The whole world loves to plant flowers, but I only plant bamboo. The frost and snow are all over the garden, and the new green shines freely. It snowed all night in Youhuang, and the sparse shadows lost their green color. Don't let the wind blow them away, and the exquisite empty jade will break into pieces. 9. 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, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and 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 air. 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 noises return 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.