Du Fu's Bamboo Poems

Du Fu's Poem on Bamboo House 1. Poems about bamboo

Hengyang road is the second best

Fan Song Chengda

Empty mangosteen roof and swallows.

Send a few miles to the river and give them to Yang Shangqing.

Fan Song Chengda

The bamboo forest at the stern covers counties and cities, so the old man still stands on his own feet.

He bid farewell to Wuxia and gave 40 acres of orchard to Nan Qing's brother Xiang.

Don du fu

Good moss and bamboo, flat canopy is uncertain.

Tang Cheng

Don du fu

Castanopsis kawakamii forest prevents the wind from blowing leaves, cage bamboo and cigarettes from dripping.

A kind of bamboo

Don du fu

The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.

Poems about eating bamboo shoots

Tang Bai Juyi

Here is the hometown of bamboo, with bamboo shoots all over the valley;

Julie

Qingpu Songling

I especially love this gentleman, scratching my edge and brushing my days.

When my son arrived, he was very happy with his master.

Zhu Yong

Wu Qin Chang Shuo

There are always eight treasures among the guests, which are as fragrant as wild bamboo shoots in the mountains.

Send me a message, and I will feel lonely. When shall I go back to see my new wife?

Takeishi

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Changzhu

Don

Jerry's ancestors were swept by the blue haze, and Cai Yong was recalled by the green branches.

After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons.

Takeishi

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Light smoke Gu Mo, write half of this gentleman,

There is no need to report peace, you have seen strong winds.

Tell me to go back to Li, draw bamboo and bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of wei county.

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.

bright red

Beam gauge

Ask the bamboo stick frequently and taste it first;

Zhu Yong

Huang Songting Jian

Bamboo shoots have small yellow horns, and fern buds have children's fists.

Selected poems of things

2. Ancient poems about bamboo

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

Singing bamboo with my brother Hua Zangyuan in Junting.

Wang Anshi

A glimpse of four summer sleeping mats, how long will it last? People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old. I once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia selengensis, and finally sought the frost with pine and cypress. I'm tired of plants that take root and sprout. I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix.

In addition, Zheng Banqiao's is also good:

Basket stone

Zheng Xie

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. The wind is strong in the east, west, north and south.

There are many poems with bamboo characters. Here are some famous ones:

I thought of Xin in the summer in Nange.

meng haoran

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

An autumn night in the mountains

Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

House of Bamboo

Wang Wei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Stay in Luoshiting to remember Cui Yonghe and Cui Yan.

Li shangyin

Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene

Su Shi

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.

3. Poems about bamboo

Bamboo: Ode to Bamboo and Wentong in Song Dynasty (I suddenly remembered that I wrote this poem while studying bamboo in my hometown). Bamboo in my hometown circles around Dongxi, occupying 10,000 pieces of water and sand.

I didn't get it when I took the official road. This gentleman should be blamed for coming back late. Excerpted from "132 painter in China", Song Huichong, a small well by the river, has a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the river water warms the duck prophet.

Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck. Among many bamboo shoots, songs and kings, the Spring Cup was found alone.

Rhinoceros is covered with brocade. Tian Wen died, and all the guests and friends left.

Throw three turtle shells. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events. Xie Zhongxing Liu, Song Zhuzi sent a new bamboo shoot from Hanlin, and he was pleased to see the white unevenness.

Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, I wish Tang Li Jianxun a branch that blew the old wind on Qiong Festival and forgot to go back when making love.

The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, Jong Li of Tingchutang accidentally moved to a nearby building from a Buddhist temple in the mountains for planting.

The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come. Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.

The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly. Bamboo drum is suitable for smoke, rain and wind. It is loose when it is hidden in water.

Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker. The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.

Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together. Bamboo Tang Wei style bamboo, near the pool, like jade.

Quiet and quiet, and smoky green. It is better to rob the festival than to change it.

There are many kinds of Qu Wei, but the Wangs haven't seen enough. The fairy stick scares the dragon, and the beauty should cook with the phoenix.

Only sadness blows as a farewell voice, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing. Excerpted from 2 1-30 at home and abroad, Mianzhu Tang Du Fu Huaxuan arrived in the following year, and Mianzhu Tingting left the county.

There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling. Message to Tang Du Fu, Jiangwai Caotang.

If you are addicted to alcohol and love the wind and bamboo, you will have nymphs. Hengyang Road, Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty, the second best Song Dynasty, and the pig with broken hedges burst open.

Empty mangosteen roof and swallows. Send a few miles to Hejiang, send Yang Shangqing's generals and Song Fan Chengda, saying that they are satisfied with leaving sorrow, and they only shed tears without words.

The bamboo forest at the stern covers counties and cities, so the old man still stands on his own feet. I will bid farewell to Wuxia and give it to Nanqing's brother Xiangxi Orchard. Forty acres will be made of Tang Du Fu's moss and bamboo, which will be flat and uncertain.

Travel far, the eldest son, the son will not be in the forest. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu in Tang Cheng became a green grass, and Lujiang Road became familiar with the green fields.

Castanopsis kawakamii forest prevents the wind from blowing leaves, cage bamboo and cigarettes from dripping. In the bamboo pond, Du Fu's green bamboo is half-hidden, and new buds are out of the wall.

Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.

But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. Bai Juyi, a Tang poet who eats bamboo shoots, is a bamboo town with bamboo shoots all over the valley; Fu Shan folded up the rest and took it to the morning market.

Zhu Liqing Pu Songling is particularly fond of this gentleman. He scratched his side and blew into the sky. My son is here, and he likes his master very much. From Poem of Lonely Studio, Wu Changshuo often has eight treasures, which are as fragrant as wild bamboo shoots in the mountains.

Send me a message, and I will feel lonely. When shall I go back to see my new wife? Zhu Zheng Banqiao insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks; After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Long bamboo poles and blue brooms are Jerry's ancestors, and the green and damp and lofty branches recall Cai Yong. After listening to the stormy night in Nanyuan for a long time, I am afraid that the scales will become dragons.

Zhu light smoke, write half a gentleman, no need to report peace, high-spirited. When I was told to go back to Li, I drew bamboo, bid farewell to Mr. wei county in Minqing, and threw it away as an official, leaving my sleeves cold; Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river.

Ode to bamboo, Liang diligently asked the bamboo stick and tasted it first; He is kind to others and is busy when he is free. The bamboo shoots taken from Health News 1989.7. 1 Zhu Yong Huangsongting Stream only gave birth to yellow calf horns, and fern buds began to grow children's fists.

Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in Jiangnan. Bamboo praises Wen Tong (suddenly recalling that my hometown was built for this poem). Bamboo built around things in my hometown occupies 10,000 pieces of water and sand.

I didn't get it when I took the official road. This gentleman should be blamed for coming back late. Excerpted from "132 painter in China", Song Huichong, a small well by the river, has a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the river water warms the duck prophet.

Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck. Among many bamboo shoots, songs and kings, the Spring Cup was found alone.

Rhinoceros is covered with brocade. Tian Wen died, and all the guests and friends left.

Throw three turtle shells. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events. Xie Zhongxing Liu, Song Zhuzi sent a new bamboo shoot from Hanlin, and he was pleased to see the white unevenness.

Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, I wish Tang Li Jianxun a branch that blew the old wind on Qiong Festival and forgot to go back when making love.

The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows. Excerpt from Selected Poems on Events, Jong Li of Tingchutang accidentally moved to a nearby building from a Buddhist temple in the mountains for planting.

The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come. Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.

The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly. Bamboo drum is suitable for smoke, rain and wind. It is loose when it is hidden in water.

Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker. The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.

Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together. Bamboo Tang Wei style bamboo, near the pool, like jade.

Quiet and quiet, and smoky green. It is better to rob the festival than to change it.

There are many kinds of Qu Wei, but the Wangs haven't seen enough. The fairy stick scares the dragon, and the beauty should cook with the phoenix.

Only sadness blows as a farewell voice, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing. Excerpted from 2 1-30 at home and abroad, Mianzhu Tang Du Fu Huaxuan arrived in the following year, and Mianzhu Tingting left the county.

There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling. Message to Tang Du Fu, Jiangwai Caotang.

If you are addicted to alcohol and love the wind and bamboo, you will have nymphs. Hengyang Road, Fan Chengda in Song Dynasty, the second best Song Dynasty, and the pig with broken hedges burst open.

Empty mangosteen roof and swallows. Send a few miles to Hejiang, send Yang Shangqing's generals and Song Fan Chengda, saying that they are satisfied with leaving sorrow, and they only shed tears without words.

The bamboo forest at the stern covers counties and cities, so the old man still stands on his own feet. I will bid farewell to Wuxia and give it to Nanqing's brother Xiangxi Orchard. Forty acres will be made of Tang Du Fu's moss and bamboo, which will be flat and uncertain.

Travel far, the eldest son, the son will not be in the forest. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu in Tang Cheng became a green grass, and Lujiang Road became familiar with the green fields.

Castanopsis kawakamii forest prevents the wind from blowing leaves, cage bamboo and cigarettes from dripping. In the bamboo pond, Du Fu's green bamboo is half-hidden, and new buds are out of the wall.

Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.

But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. Bai Juyi, a Tang poet who eats bamboo shoots, is a bamboo town with bamboo shoots all over the valley; Fu Shan folded up the rest and took it to the morning market.

Zhu Liqing Pu Songling is particularly fond of this gentleman. He scratched his side and blew into the sky. My son is here, and he likes his master very much. Excerpted from Poems of Lonely Studio, there are often eight treasures in Wu Changshuo's poems, which are related to Shanjia.

4. Ancient poems about bamboo

Bamboo is a perennial evergreen plant in Gramineae. In the Tang dynasty, bamboo was half hidden, and new shoots came out of the wall.

The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. -Tang Du Fu's "Yongzhu" pavilion Yuxi exposed the lead powder festival, and the wind shook the sapphire branches.

Yiyi is like a gentleman, and there is nothing wrong with her. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots are out of the wall.

The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.

But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. The new hairpin of Hsinchu Yuanzhen is the only solution, and the cool color is in full bloom.

Ran Ran floating coagulate powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind. It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse.

Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithful size. The newly planted bamboo white house is easy to make the city uncomfortable, and the grass grows behind closed doors.

How to entertain the wild and plant more than 100 bamboos. Seeing this exciting color reminds me of my feelings in the mountains.

Sometimes in my spare time, I will walk around the fence all day. Don't say that the roots are not strong, and don't say that the yin is not successful.

I already feel that there is more than one clear sign in the yard. I love leaning against the window and the sound of autumn wind branches.

Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo will become clear day by day. The light green festival has been frosted, and the yellow buds are still covered with green.

Five or six came out of the slaughterhouse, and three or four came out of the family. The high standard is Ling Qiuyan and Tong Zhensheng's spring rhyme.

It's rare that life is skillful in mending forests, and there are doubts and disputes in generate. At first glance, the vertical and horizontal lines go hand in hand, and there is no time for romance.

Dewdrops shed tears before the wind blows. Who can play with me and stare at the empty scene?

Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are as beautiful as jade, and the morning mist is green. The sound breaks the cold window dream, and the roots wear the moss line.

Gradually cage when the threshold day, want to block the curtain cloud. If you are not a guest of Yin Shan, who loves this gentleman?

Song dynasty would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar.

People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable. -Su Songshi's "Imperial Monk Xuan" The new spring is full of bamboo and a spoonful of water.

-An Shisong in Wang You, Song Lu (102 1- 1086). Character Festival, a native of Linchuan, Jiangxi Province.

The second rhyme is Zhang Ziye's "Two Poems of Chikulinji", and the second poem is "Deep Shadow in the South of Beijing". Two cows sing better than Zen Forest. The wind and spring break the jade, and the bamboo moon edge breaks the gold.

Among the bamboos, Shi Gen weaves bamboos, and the bamboo stems are sparse, so there are thousands of villages. No one arrived at the end of the day, and the spring breeze swept the door.

Geng Tian presented four songs with bamboo crowns, one of which is that bamboo root beads are better than bamboo skin crowns. If you want to have short hair, you must dry it first. Let the bamboo forest have a * * * landscape, don't hold a square towel to keep out the cold.

Geng Tian presented four songs with a bamboo crown. Secondly, there is nothing like this crown. The bamboo skin is soft and brittle. For fan Han Shu, it is not a pity that an old friend falls in love with robes.

Geng Tian presented four songs with bamboo crowns, and the third one was that Yu Runming believed in the crown and made a mistake. Don't forget that you always add the first place, so that Huanmeng can't be cold.

Geng Tian presented four songs with bamboo crowns, four of which were full of new ideas, and the fog and cirrus clouds still steamed for a long time. I really call myself a forest, and I don't need mink to be warm and cold.

There are two or three red amaranths in the bamboo window, and the mountains are far away from the water. Only I know the road under the wall, and I can record the moss marks on my fangs.

In Huazang Academy, this pavilion sings bamboo all the way, and the four great poets are cool. How long will the charm last? People are thin when they are born with compassion, and even more rigid when they are old.

I once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia selengensis, and finally sought the frost with pine and cypress. I'm tired of rooted plants. I ask for mercy and learn from Phoenix.

The second rhyme is Zhang Ziye Bamboo Temple, where the wind and spring touch the jade, and the edge of the bamboo moon is covered with broken gold. Music history. Song dynasty (930- 1007).

Zizheng. Fuzhou Yihuang (now Jiangxi) people.

What is the kind spirit of bamboo? In bamboo and Shu, there is a kind name of bamboo. A cluster is several steps wide and dozens of stems are dense.

Long stems are short stems, and the branches and leaves are not prominent. I gained weight last year and gained weight again this year.

High and low depend on each other, and mud and sand flow down. A dutiful son follows his father's footsteps.

I heard that people in the Tang Dynasty were often very filial. Zhang Gongyi lived in Yunzhou, with the same door for nine generations.

When the emperor heard his name, he fell to the supreme. Song Zhuxi (1 130- 1200).

Hui Yuan. Jiangxi Wuyuan people.

The spring thunder in Hsinchu is cloudy and stony, and the grass is harmonious. I planted Phyllostachys pubescens, which has sprouted.

Sitting in the secluded forest and enjoying it, there is no sense of vulgarity. The second rhyme chooses to chant bamboo and bamboo dock deeply, and bounces around the house.

Xia Feng becomes bleak, and the cold moon helps to cool down. The guest goes to the air and the dust collapses, and the poem unfolds.

This gentleman can wake up in the afternoon with a smile. Qiu Zi Ye's Bamboo Poetry in Ancient Garden in Suburb was moved from Xishangyuan.

Plant this wall to shade the road. Few people walk in the shadows.

An isolated family will be banned in the coming year. Gong Ji's new bamboo shoots are from you. Because of your second rhyme, Kang Lu fell asleep.

Day after day, I came to my hometown of Dan Yuan Yu, and the bamboo forest was still windy. It's not like attacking from one source.

Liu Xiuye's new bamboo shoots repair rivers and forests, and it is dark and rainy during the day. There are thousands of hostesses who have been lying in the cold soil for three winters.

There are many bamboo shoots in Nanshan, and thousands of miles are withered. You know it's green today without falling into the dish.

The second rhyme is Xie Zhongxing Liu's two poems about sending Hanlin Hsinchu, and I am happy to see their differences. Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture.

Yang Wanli. Song (1 127- 1206). Zhai Chengting Xiu.

Jiangxi Jishui people. First frost Festival of Winged Bamboo.

Repair jade snow. There is nothing to talk about.

The moon is vivid. Tree and bamboo pruning after crossing Danzhu Zejing.

Call each other Maolin. No wind leads to cold.

Weixi has a plain yin. Look at bamboo shoots like vines and learn to grow.

Bamboo is like a savage. I only love brocade bamboo everywhere.

The dark forest suddenly has two or three roots. Bamboo forest cherishes people's love for bamboo forest.

Weaving fences is hard to keep out the cold and green. I know bamboo has no thin face.

It needs to go through the fence. I remember that the boiled bamboo shoots searched in Justin Cheung were not as sharp as the hairy bamboo shoots in Jiangxi.

Cream nourishes new sweetness. Sir, stop cooking.

Ding Ning, don't use acyl and salt. The green spring under the rock must rotate.

Boil out the cream roots and make honey juice. Cold teeth gnawed out Kethleen's voice.

Li Yu still doesn't like moonlight. Master Xie Minghui loves bamboo shoots like jade.

Add bamboo if you don't eat it. Yunhe sent another ten generations.

Hazy eyes open for the canal. Boiled bamboo shoots Jinling bamboo shoots are as hard as stone.

Stone still has marrow, and bamboo shoots are not as good as it. Bamboo shoots in southern Yunnan are crisp.

Bamboo shoots taste crisp. Bring rain? Come and cook with a basket.

It contains new nectar from Zhejiang pulp. You can steam, the scenery can make soup, and the sound of water and snow can be heard around your teeth.

Don't curse bamboo shoots to make bamboo, eat bamboo shoots and don't eat meat. None of them eat bamboo shoots.

Used for breeding for more than half a year. Spotted clothes and colorful spring are priceless.

I don't understand the jade version of Zen. Bamboo branches are short and hedges leak.

You have to drag your feet. The first time I ate bamboo shoots, ferns and phoenixes, I cooked dragon waves.

Red-lipped bear's paw, I missed it Only in the days of bamboo shoots and ferns.

This is a precious day in the mountains. The bamboo forest in front of the Shuige in Jiangdian, Yongshitang, saw this gentleman's face.

Decadence is not a village. Sunset and writing.

Birds are soul eaters. Li Gousong (1009- 1059).

Taber. Chengnan, Jiangxi.

Zhu Zhai's topic is low house open stoping. Small bamboo goes to solitary forest.

Liu Guosong (1 154- 1206). Change it, Longzhou Tongren.

Taihe people in Jiangxi. Qin sent Sun Zhuhu to inquire about Zhuhu. What does Zhu Hu know? Why doesn't he reply?

It's no good crossing the water in Wu Shan. It's endless. Liu Chang. Song (10 19- 1068).

My biological fathers Fu Yuan and Gong are from Xinyu, Jiangxi. It's not far to sit among the bamboos in Qushuitai.

Xiaoyaochi

5. Poems about bamboo (not whole poems)

"I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo. No meat makes people thin and no bamboo makes people vulgar. People are thin and fat, but ordinary people are incurable. " -Su Dongpo.

Bamboo has been the subject of poets and painters since ancient times. There are many poems about bamboo in ancient poetry: the earliest collection of poems, The Book of Songs, contains the phrase "Look at the Olympics, the bamboo is green"; Wang Weiyou in the Tang Dynasty: "The sound of bamboo calls for the laundry girl to return, and the lotus leaves are collected in front of the fishing boat"; Bai Juyi's "Bamboo rustling beside the pavilion, your water gurgling" and so on.

Zheng Banqiao, an eccentric in Yangzhou, painted many bamboo paintings and wrote poems on them. He wrote an inscription on the bamboo stone: "I insist that the green hills are not relaxed and rooted in the broken rocks, but they are still strong and willing to face the wind in the east, west, north and south." It means that a person should have a strong character, no matter what he does, it is difficult to take root and sprout without a firm and tenacious spirit.

6. Poems about bamboo

There are knots before unearthed; Longitudinal lingyun Jue also unintentionally.

A kind of bamboo

Tang jianxun

Joan's day was full of wind, and she forgot to go back for sex.

The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows.

Excerpts from poems about things.

jasmine

Tang Lizhong

Occasionally, I moved from a monastery on the mountain to build bricks.

The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come.

Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.

The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly.

A kind of bamboo

Tangzhenggu

Suitable for smoke, rain and wind, but loose when hidden in water.

Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker.

The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.

Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together.

A kind of bamboo

Tang Wei style

Bamboo, beside the pool, like jade.

Quiet and quiet, and smoky green.

It is better to rob the festival than to change it.

There are many kinds of Qu Wei, but the Wangs haven't seen enough.

The fairy stick scares the dragon, and the beauty should cook with the phoenix.

Only sadness blows as a farewell voice, looking back at the speed of driving and dancing.

Excerpted from issue 2 1-30, ancient and modern, at home and abroad.

Looking for Mianzhu from Xu Wei

Don du fu

Huaxuan love, Mianzhu graceful and restrained, high county.

There is no such thing in front of the river house, but fortunately the green waves are rippling.

7. Complete poems and ancient poems describing bamboo.

Zhu Shi (Qing. Zheng Xie)

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Bamboo (Dongpo, Su Song)

Eating without meat is better than living without bamboo;

No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar.

Zhu Yong (Fu Bangru)

Breaking ground, Lingyun is getting higher and higher, and the cold drive is leading all the way.

Don't shed tears of passion, wish to melt ice and snow for Chunshan.

Singing bamboo (seven laws)

Small bridges and flowing water around the hut make it comfortable to live and settle down. The wind destroys the body, the roots are still upright, the snow presses the waist and the branches are stronger.

Being famous, he always keeps the festival, and his mind is empty and dark. Not afraid of frost and heat, it is beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

A kind of bamboo

Tang jianxun

Joan's day was full of wind, and she forgot to go back for sex.

The most pitiful rustle in the sunset is covered with flowers and shadows.

jasmine

Tang Lizhong

Occasionally, I moved from a monastery on the mountain to build bricks.

The fine wind rises all day long, and birds sometimes come.

Screen the moon to draw poems, cage cigarettes with wine glasses.

The south window sleeps lightly, and the wind and rain sprinkle lightly.

A kind of bamboo

Tangzhenggu

Suitable for smoke, rain and wind, but loose when hidden in water.

Xiao Sao moved from Yuansi, and Xi came to see the striker.

The moss invades the spring buds, and the winding path is slightly sunny in midsummer.

Rogue apricot flowers are full of creativity, and several branches blend together.

Don du fu

The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall.

Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine.

The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.

But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.

Takeishi

Zheng Qing Banqiao

Insisting on the castle peak is not relaxed, and it is fundamentally in the broken rock;

After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.

Hedgehog bamboo

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

A piece of green shade is like washing, why bother to protect bamboo?

It is better to use bamboo as a fence than to ask for help.

A kind of bamboo

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

The whole world loves to grow flowers, but the old people only grow bamboo.

Frost and snow move to court, and new green is sprinkled.

After a quiet snowy night, the shadow lost its green color.

Don't be blown away by the wind.