Ancient poems on bamboo slips

A clump of bamboo in front of the window is green and unique.

The southern branches cross the northern leaves, and the new bamboo is mixed with the old branches.

The moonlight is dense and the wind rises and falls.

It doesn't matter if you fly, but you can watch it alone.

But hate goes with the wind and roots grow.

Zhu (Liang. Liu Xiaoxian)

Bamboo is born in the wild, and clouds are everywhere.

No one appreciates noble morality, but only chastity.

ChristianRandPhillips's tears are shameful, and Qin Gong is shameful.

Everyone who makes flutes should spit dragons.

Endowed with tender bamboo in front of the stage (Chen. Zhang)

Cui Yun clouds cluster himself, light flowers and tender bamboo shoots want to fly in the air.

Curved and horizontal branches are repeatedly placed, which helps to block the wind from Ye Qiang.

If you want to know where to hold the dragon, you should be in the middle of the mountain road.

Zhu Yong (Tang Liqiao)

Chanjuan is full of vitality in the high-lying Chu River.

White flowers shake the wind shadow, and green knots move the dragon text.

Leaves sweep the southeast sky, branches carry the northwest clouds.

Who knows that in Mizunokami, Hunan, I cry and think of you alone.

More than 100 poems by Zhai Jun on planting bamboo are left (Tang Linghu Chu)

Zhai Juzhi's bamboo north window, the plain wall is newly reflected.

The green one is close to the place where the medicine is applied, and the shade is deep enough to lie in front of the curtain.

The wind startled the leaves like rain, and the moon passed the branches like smoke.

Lao Tzu recalled the heart of the mountain, paused, retired, and sat around with Chanjuan.

In autumn, Baisha Pavilion faces bamboo (Don Xu Hun)

Mix's coolness and richness are different from Sanxiang's.

The thin shadow of the moon moved to the wall, cold and windy.

The roller blinds fall earlier and the high pillows are longer at night.

Suddenly, I remembered Xiqin Road. It's very cold today.

The first time you eat bamboo shoots, you are in the middle (Tang. Li Shangyin)

When the buds first came out of the forest, the price of Yuling was as heavy as gold.

Imperial capital, land and sea, should be countless, forbear to cut Lingyun an inch of gold.

Zhu Yong (Tang Zhenggu)

It is advisable to smoke, rain and wind, brush water and hide in the village.

I moved Xiao Sao from Yuansi and cleaned Qianfeng.

The invading moss breaks down the spring buds and breaks through the ground, and the winding path is slightly covered by summer.

The false accusation against apricot blossoms is full of emotions and several branches are consistent.

Zhufeng (Tang)

There are several arrays of bamboo reflecting the wind window, which makes people worry and think endlessly.

I had a dream of rivers and lakes at night, all of which were dry as flowers.

Chunshan Zhongzhu (Tang Peishuo)

Several poles are green and dragon-shaped, and steep painting must be taught here.

Infinite wildflowers can't bloom, and the cool colors in the Mid-Levels compete with spring.

Zhu Yong (Don Zhang Bi)

The trees are full of clouds, and the king and grandson never tire of seeing them, so they put them on the court.

No one has ever seen Shuang Ling. He treats feng lai humbly all day.

Who can add romance, self-pity and chic dust to singing?

Zhumen has a lot of leisure everywhere, just moving clouds and caressing Cui moss.

Shuangjun Pavilion (Su Songshi)

Xie Zuo's new wife overreached, and Shan Juan's attitude was cold for many years.

If you want to see the meaning of first frost, you must wait until the autumn wind falls.

Fu Du is in the garden (Zhe)

Bamboo is not born in cold areas, although it often gets sick.

Roots are deeply rooted and secluded, and leaves are fierce.

ChanJuan snow posture, scattered wind and shadow.

Prosperity sees loneliness, and one enemy is a thousand hectares.

Reminiscent of the river, the cliff is a forest.

If there is no wind, it will drift, and the policy sounds barren.

Hsinchu (Song Yang Wanli)

The east wind makes up the residual mountain, adding jade poles overnight.

Barely clothed, Qilong is afraid of cold spring.

Yongdong Lake Hsinchu (Song Dynasty. Lu you)

Insert thorns and weave fences to protect them and cultivate a cool blue reflection.

The autumn wind swept the floor and arrived first. I don't know when it will be sunny or noon.

When you untie the reed, you hear the rustling sound. When you put the tip, you see that the leaves are separated at first.

I want to come here often when I have time, but I still teach you everywhere.

(yuan. Zhenwu)

Wild bamboo Wild bamboo is absolutely lovely, and its branches and leaves are sparse and true.

Throughout his life, he stayed away from Jing Zhen, walked on the cliff and wore stones.

Open-minded, embracing mountains and rivers, the breeze dances in Bai Yue.

What will happen to thousands of feet? Wichuan Chio is windy and smoky.

Song of bamboo shoots in Hsinchu (Dai)

The forest is full of yellow birds, and Hsinchu under the forest is in harmony with people.

The spring breeze keeps the mountain rabbit behind the door, and the dew surprises the bamboo chicken during the day.

Three days after the rain, spring has passed, and a few more are added near the stone bed.

Race to the top of the world, regardless of the moss breaking in front of the steps.

Zhu Shi (Qing. Zheng Xie)

Adhere to the castle peak and not relax, the root is breaking the rock.

Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south.

Zhu Qing. Zheng Xie)

Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves.

I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.