Poems about bamboo (4 sentences)

(Qing) Qiu

( 1)

Pull out the earth and persevere, and He Junming will be a towering festival.

See things all my life, alone in the shadow of autumn.

(2)

Today, this gentleman feels great.

The wind and rain shake the sky, and the empty mountain lies alone.

Excerpts from the essence of Qing poetry

Zhu Shizhou (Qing) Li

It is difficult for people to get rid of common diseases, and bamboo is the best prescription for different people.

Before the ink method is dry, the breeze has cleared the lungs and intestines.

Excerpted from Notes on Paintings of China in Past Dynasties.

Zhu Yong (Qing) Jiqiong

The wind laughs and the rain is as clean as washing.

Sometimes the bright moon comes and casts a shadow on the high window.

Excerpted from 1988 Jueju Thousand Calendars

Zhu Yong (Ming) Li Rihua

It's raining, and steep stones rub against your feet.

Remember to sprinkle it in the deep grass and come out to look for it when you are drunk.

Four new bamboo shoots in Lihe, Beiyuan, Changgu (Tang)

One,

Cut the jade with a long pole, and you can see that the mother bamboo shoot is dragon material.

It's better to smoke thousands of feet overnight, but don't pour a few inches of mud into the pond.

Second,

Taking advantage of the green light to write Chu ci, giving fragrance to spring powder and black parting.

Who is ruthless and who is hateful? Exposed smoke cries thousands of cigarettes.

Third,

There are two or three stems in the stone eye of Jiaquan, and the purple root is strange to me.

On Shuiquchunjiang this year, the flute is newly dialed.

Fourth,

Old bamboo shoots provoke Yun Lan, while Maoling lies in poverty.

The wind blows a thousand acres against the wind, and the black weight is added to the wine bottle.

Zhuliguan (Tang) 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.

Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu (Tang) Du Fu

A few quiet jade colors, smoke at dawn.

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?

Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)

Temple waste bamboo color death, butler Ninger stay.

The frost roots gradually follow the axe, and the wind and jade still knock the autumn.

Jiangnan is a bitter singer, so where to send it?

Excerpts from Fan Chuan's poetry reading notes

Hsinchu Liu Jian

Spread two or three bricks near the window, and it is estimated that quietness will increase peace and tranquility.

Shadows and shadows break the gold first, and the sound knocks on the cold jade and shakes the wind at the beginning.

It is hard to believe that ChristianRandPhillips's tears are red.

Naturally, Ziyou prefers bamboo, is humble and lofty, and is covered with snow and ice.

East Lake Hsinchu Tour

I want to protect the hedge and cultivate a cold blue reflection.

The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.

At the beginning of the solution, Ye Er suddenly parted.

Back in my spare time, I often come here. At that time, I took my pillow and bamboo mat with me and slept well.

Lu You's Poems about Watching Bamboo in Yunxi

There is too much frost on the gas cover. Look at this fairy column by the river.

The cold goes straight into the bones, and there is no dust to live in.

The sound of light bamboo in the stream is appropriate, and the bamboo in the stream bridge is more strange.

In this respect, you can starve for ten years behind closed doors without being thin.

Excerpted from the first volume of Lu You's Poems.

The first Li Shangyin to eat bamboo shoots was in the middle of the Tang Dynasty.

The tender and fragrant buds first came out of the forest, and the price of the five tombs was as heavy as gold.

The emperor's capital city, land and sea, should be countless, endure to cut Lingyun's heart?

Excerpted from the desk calendar of ancient poems of Shanghai Ancient Books Publishing House 1987

Zhu Xiangci (Tang Dynasty) Li Shangyin

Bamboo in Xiangjiang River in ancient times. What's infinite nai to complain about?

Bamboo shoots will get old. Just a lot of tears!

Appreciating people and bamboo after the rain (Tang) Xue Tao

In the spring rain, look at the ice and snow.

All kinds of people are also in fog, modest and self-sustaining.

Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early.

You can enjoy it when you are old, and you are young and energetic.

Julie Tang Ting) Xue Tao

I planted four or five new elements, and I was often exhausted in the autumn frost.

For the sake of bamboo shoots and spring, you are not allowed to build a jade hall.

Excerpt from Xue Tao's Poems.

Ding Chu (Tang) Liu Yuxi

Dew wash lead powder, wind shake sapphire branches.

Yiyi is like a gentleman, and there is nothing wrong with her.

I'm tired of rooted plants. I want to learn from Phoenix.

(Shizhu) (Three Kingdoms) Guan Yu

Don't thank Dong Junyi, Dan Qing is an independent name;

Don't worry, the arc leaves are very light and haven't withered for a long time.

A riddle in the form of poetry

I thought I lived in the mountains and my green temple was dancing.

How many poets and writers have attracted.

Since I returned to Lang's hands, I have experienced many storms.

How much you have suffered. So far,

Straight down, less green and more yellow! Forget it.-Forget it,

Beads are tears!

Planting bamboo (Tang) Du Fu

This is because the sun is planted and desire is like a stream.

Feather trees are alive and smoke is thin.

Xiao Sao cold rainy night, when the night wind.

When the old country arrives, the dust crown hangs branches.

Zhu Mo Tuzhou (Ming) Xiachang

Wenqun made love in early summer and wrote a gift to Lang Huan.

I hope to keep this newspaper safe every year with an open mind.

Excerpted from Notes on Paintings of China in Past Dynasties.

Title Lan (Ming) Wen Peng

It rained for a long time in the west window, and the rain passed through the new tip and came out of the low wall.

There is no fly on the dust, and the blue shadow adds to the cool night window.

Appreciation of 100 poems on paintings from Tang Dynasty (official from 847 to 859).

Purple bamboo in the temple

I like to visit Jiaojing Temple. See also Yanzhou Bamboo.

It's foggy The speed of Feng Xiao's independence.

One of the eleven bamboo songs

I can't get tired of seeing the green jade gentleman in Dongxi, and the Twin Peaks in the Temple of Heaven have time.

A mountain peak appeared like a fairy. The green section leans against the crimson cloud.

The second of eleven bamboo songs

Ten thousand branches learn xiaoxiang from the morning dew. The lonely pavilion is cool with white stones.

Who says it won't rain in Lapras? Spring thunder whips into the ground.

The third of eleven bamboo songs

Roaring into a new place a mile away. A million rods are locked like an urn.

Scared that the jade was nowhere to be found. Lean on the cloud root and carve the name.

The fourth of eleven bamboo songs

An Zuqinglan broom. More memories of Cai Yong in green.

Listen to the stormy night in Nanyuan. Fear of scales as dragons.

The fifth of eleven bamboo songs

Melt jade, smoke and catch stone. I took off Xia's clothes again and again.

Shan Tong is a muddy horse. Ride over the spring and fly with your hands.

The sixth of eleven bamboo songs

Must be carved in Shilongwu. A few drunken villages in Yang Shan.

Guard 10 thousand stems and sweep all the customs. Don't teach every bird to make trouble with Yunmen.

Seven of the eleven bamboo songs

A bunch of mica flowers. I think it's at Yi Shi's house.

Who knows that 90% of men and women are laws. Ziqiaodan well is in a deep cliff.

Eight of the eleven bamboo songs

Yanyan smelled like purple rice when she was young. Nishino is ashamed to cross the East Wall.

Don't bend into bamboo shoots. Phoenix in captivity in Gao Jie.

Nine of the eleven bamboo songs

A section is called Autumn in Wan Li. A few knots hang down the sea and worry about six aojiang.

It is necessary to plant before the waterfall peak. Yunlilan did a job.

Ten of the eleven bamboo songs

Where there are mountains and valleys, the words are fresh. Quietly looking for the spring spectrum to recognize Chan Juan.

I'll be a little green. The picture shows the turtle fish.

Eleven bamboo songs

Xuanpu Qianchun closed the jade bush. Lan Qing, the ancestor of Zhanyang.

Don't worry about Dao Jiang. Today, Nanzhi is in the national wind.

Wang Anshi Song (102 1- 1086). Character festival, Mid-levels,

Linchuan, Jiangxi.

The second of two rhymes by Zhang Ziye and Chikulingi.

Jingxian county is south, with deep shadows, and two cows sing better than Zen forest.

The wind blows the spring to hit the jade in the compartment, and the bamboo moon edge breaks the gold.

Julie

Bamboo roots lean on stones, and bamboo stems are sparse.

No one arrived at the end of the day, and the spring breeze swept the door.

Geng Tian presented one of the four songs with a bamboo crown.

Bamboo root beads are better than bamboo skin crowns, and short hair is needed first.

Let the bamboo forest have a * * * landscape, don't hold a square towel to keep out the cold.

Geng Tian presented four and two songs with bamboo crowns.

Without 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 third songs with bamboo crowns.

Yu Runming believes in a good crown, but he gouges out fresh lines by mistake.

Don't forget that you always add the first place, so that Huanmeng can't be cold.

Geng Tian presented four songs with a bamboo crown.

The crown is made of new sandalwood, and the fog has not dried for a long time.

I really call myself a forest, and I don't need mink to be warm and cold.

Bamboo window

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.

This pavilion in Huazang Academy is dedicated to singing bamboo.

All the way, four poets are cool and lingering.

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.

Ciyun Zhang Ziye Bamboo Temple

Scenery touches jade in spring, and broken gold hangs on the edge of bamboo and moon.

Tao Yuanming. Eastern Jin Dynasty (365-427). Diving, lyna.

Jiujiang, Jiangxi.

Peach Blossom Garden Poetry

Mutual fate and farm. When the sun enters, it rests.

Mulberry and bamboo are hanging in the shade. Dinner is ready for art.

Gui Yuan Tian Ju's Four of Five Songs

Wandering between hills and ridges. Yiyi lives in the past.

There is something left in the well to bake. Mulberry and bamboo stumps.

Tian She's Two Poems of Gui Mao's Nostalgia

Cold bamboo is deserted. The land is far from the people.

It's based on a stick. You're not coming back.

Gui yuan Tian ju

There is something left in the stove in the well. Xiuzhu took Ping Jin.

Tang (a scholar in 1985). There is a way.

People from Yongfeng, Jiangxi.

Washing bamboo

A brief discussion on taoism and bamboo religion. Play the piano and think about wine.

I don't want to be strong. Catch big fish with a long pole.

Cut the crown of the brocade basket to increase the escape. Jade bud pruning is called clearing deficiency.

The Seven Laws Answer Friends

Mao Zedong 196 1 year

Mount Jiuyi went up to Bai Yunfei, and Di Zi rode the wind.

A thousand tears of Bambusa, and a hundred thousand clothes of Xia Hong.

It snows in Dongting, and Long Island people sing poems.

I want to dream big and the Netherlands is full of sunshine.

The feeling of seeing bamboo outside the window when you are sick.

Dong1March 4, 952

Bamboo leaves are green and refuse to be yellow, and branches are resistant to severe frost.

In Zhaosu, where everything is spring, bamboo shoots are even more busy.

Body art

Ye Jianying 1963

Lingyun paints with crayons, full of thoughts, and is my teacher with modesty;

Life is important to have a plan in mind, when it can stand the test of hardship.

Zhu Yong

fang zhimin

The snow pressed the bamboo head very low, trying to make itself muddy.

Judging from a red sun, it is still in harmony with the sky.

A kind of bamboo

(Inscription)

Deng Tuo

The front steps are old and green, but I like to plant thousands of poles for many years.

The most important thing is to remain modest and strong.

Three Friends in Winter ―― Pine Trees

(Inscription)

Tao Xingzhi

On Wansongling, pine trees are swaying and surging.

Shake the first peak of Kunlun Mountain.

Thousands of troops are furious; The sea rises from the mountain.

Bamboo green, plum blossom red, moving west to east,

Strive for the last five minutes, let a hundred flowers blossom and smile,

For three winters.

Preface to Xiaoxiang Bamboo Slips

Xiong Wenyu 199 1 April

Bamboo culture in China has lasted for five thousand years.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation are connected by bamboo everywhere.

Poetry, calligraphy and painting, bamboo slips.

How many elegant gentlemen, love was sent to a quiet room.

Zhu Xi is six gentlemen and seven sages in the bamboo forest.

Dongpo has three wonders, and Banqiao is more advanced.

Be upright, be ambitious, be open-minded and not selfish.

Gloomy leaves will not wither after winter.

The wind is more natural and unrestrained, and Mingjie is more tough.

The group has inherited bamboo style and studied bamboo for decades.

Amateur collection of poems and paintings, selected more than 10 thousand words.

Promoting bamboo culture is highly respected by all countries.

I am also a bamboo lover, and meeting is fate.

Talk about counting words and write bamboo poems with electricity.

My friend Liang Tiejun painted the bamboo of a chivalrous man.

(Qing) Kang Youwei

Life is quite spiritual, and you are hesitant.

The north wind is often cold, and the autumn wind is inseparable.

The leaves are still strong, but the soft branches are not blown.

I am only bored with literature and can, and my portrayal is particularly dripping.

Preface to bamboo poetry

Zhou Fangchun 199 1 New Year's Day

Settle down for three and a half years, sit still and read poetry.

Huaxia bamboo culture has a long history of thousands of years.

Poetry is like a flood, so you can't read it carefully.

Browse more than ten thousand volumes and compile more than ten thousand words.

Ancient and modern bamboo poets often learn bamboo style.

Modesty is nature, nobility is life.

If the mast is not bent, the skin of the storm will be cleaner.

Cool is clear yin, while cold is emerald.

Bamboo remains in history, and bamboo arrows shoot bears.

Food, clothing, housing and transportation all work for this gentleman.

The more outstanding the contribution, the stronger the feeling.

If this wind continues, bamboo forests will be destroyed.

I sorted out bamboo poems and dedicated them to readers.

Advise you to cherish bamboo and develop its style.

Zhu Yong, the head of the water tune

Qian zhangming

Articulated bones are strong, but they are not intentional.

After several storms, I would rather bend than bend.

The four seasons are still green and do not compete with the crowd.

Look up at the sky

Unknown land, bleak and towering.

Die bravely, die happily, without complaint.

Balcony, court column, mud flute hole, curtain.

What are the benefits sooner or later?

If you don't plan to succeed, you will have scales and claws all over the world.

Not for yourself, but for yourself.

bamboo

(philosophical poem)

In the soil,

Collect the language of struggle.

I cann't hold it anymore,

Open a horizon for the earth.

Very sharp,

Modest and smooth.

To sum up,

Continue to stretch upward.

A green cloud,

Talk to the sun about ideals.

Countless bamboo shoots grow all over the forest, and Chai Men secretly protects pedestrians.

Meeting must be made of bamboo, and guests will never be greeted with anger.

-Tang Du Fu's ode to spring bamboo shoots

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

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

-Tang Du Fu's Ode to Bamboo

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

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

People are thin and fat, but most people are incurable.

-Yu Qian and Shang Lu in Su Song's stone.

Good bamboo green, a spoonful of water for a new year.

-Song Lu, you?

The origin of bamboo strength lacks auspicious similarities, but the painter is skilled and difficult to work.

Look carefully at the west wind last night, if you don't go east today.

-"Wind Bamboo" by Xu Ming Wei

Thin leaves and sparse nodes;

Snow is unbreakable, and wind is unbreakable.

-Zheng Qing Banqiao "Inscription of Ink Bamboo Map"

After the rain, the dragon and grandson grow, and before the wind, the phoenix tail shakes;

Guilt is deeply rooted, which means the sun will shine.

-Qing Dai Xi "Painting Bamboo"

When I was in the deep forest and on the moon, Juanjuan was born with bamboo.

Empty and bright is a difficult task, but cold and blue are common and can be cured.

-Clear. Wang Mulan's Mangosteen Beyond the Moon

Shannan Shanbei Zhujuan, Cui Yong Wei Qing all have different days.

In twos and threes, the lotus hoe was gone, and the rice was full of bamboo shoots and soup was fresh.

-Clear. Wang Mulan's "Shimen Zhi Zhu Ci"

The Song of Raising Bamboo endowed Zhouzhuang with Wu Yihua.

Gao Xuan's son is very good. He can't grow exotic flowers and grasses to prune bamboo. Strange flowers and plants shine for a moment,

Xiuzhu is always green and modest. Spring thunder hits new bamboo shoots, and the dragon horn is touching.

Self-hoeing warm soil and thick tillage, hand-picked silver bottle and fine watering. Clean the wormhole with deep roots,

Phoenix lodge with fragrant leaves. The Japanese ambassador is wet with rain and dew, and he is afraid of frost and cold when he is old.

You walk around the house, work hard, and you dance even more than the seven proud. Show off the bright moon and trivial gold,

Seduce the breeze and make jade. Lying in Cang Xue on a hot day, listening to the warblers in spring.

I may forget one day, I don't miss you enough. Have you met Bai Letian?

Again, raising bamboo is like raising saints. Without Dongpo's poems, there is no bamboo scholar who is vulgar.

You have bamboo cultivation today, and you will look straight at Qingyun.

Cui Tao Xuan LV cheng

May 28th is more important than Cui Taoxuan, sitting all day and returning at dusk.

As you can see from this book, Cui Tao is named after bamboo, and I can't give up.

If you love bamboo and don't eat bamboo shoots, you will grow taller. It doesn't rain in May and June, and a thousand winds will cool themselves.

When Cang Xue is threatened, she will show her strength, and Cui Tao will move her bed in the afternoon. The trickle moistens the skin, and the walls of Ficus pumila are clearly mixed together.

The dense shadow is trivial, and the sound is loud. The branches of the sun are in chaos, and the old frost is whiter.

The three paths are really a plan, and the seven sages are arrogant because they avoid the world. Because Huai Mei said three unique things and smiled like a lotus flower.

When the white crane returns, the clouds are turbulent and the night is faint. For it, it can make food meatless, and it will make you feel ashamed and chilling.

I have no intention of opening a book, and the shutter door burns incense at will. In Japan and China, you can see the brave. Under the moon, you can play the flute to attract the phoenix.

I have bad ideas about things outside, but I forgot the taste in my spare time. If you don't find wine to accompany the chicken and dolphin club, you will fall into the name of Jinxiu Square by mistake.

When the bottle was reopened, it was closed again and again, and every poor student went. It's boring to sit for a long time. It's better to be old and frequent.

His future success is only the dazzling Han bamboo slips today. When I came back, the river was far away and the sun was setting.

Title Zhu Jiuling Cui Junxuan Xu Shu

If you have feet, you don't step on Donghua dust, but if you have eyes, you don't look at Chang 'an Spring. However, heaven and earth are clear, mostly on the banks of running water.

Xuan Ming Cui Jun overlooks the empty valley, and each tip is as long as a jade stand. The autumn moon is xiaoxiang, and the June breeze sprinkles Qi 'ao.

The people under the porch are at leisure, and their hearts don't care about mountains and rivers. The picture on the left and the picture on the right are day shifts, and the sound of mountains and mountains is ringing on the four eaves.

You can't live without a gentleman for a day, and the wind is quite similar. Cui Shi is often divided into Feng Dan chicks, and you Guan once served Xia Qing scholars.

People on Northland Road are quiet apprentices, and they like to see the misty rain map of Huangyan. I am going to invite Songxi to listen to the bleak, drunk and travel all over the green coral.

Yes, Lord Huang Geng.

The door is adjacent to bamboo in the south, and the greenery is about to drip. Although there is no land to plant, we still have to look through the fence.

The leaves are wet, and the wind branches are cool in summer. But teach to stop cutting, how to report peace.

Ju Zhu Xuan ni Zan

Bamboo is like a cloud, a river, a tree and a spring. Bamboo shoots germinate before the invading steps,

After the rain, the trees covered the neighbors. The oriole also talks to himself, and the cranes beside people can be tamed.

Those who know the silence in the distance forget the melody, and the breeze in the room does not make them feel poor.

Bi tong Zhang yin Yu

Whoever picks green leaves holds feathers, and the bamboo forest is cool at night. Jade stems are bitter,

The green cover is clear, and the cloud hand is fragrant. Drinking turtles hides small lotus leaves, and sucking Sichuan whales hates long lotus roots.

Pour pot wrong dew Lin Lang sleeve, laugh at my gentle and graceful mother in the west field.

Red Wen Xi, a kind of bamboo

Remove the frost roots and plant them in the rain, and the wall will be covered with moss. Just to attract you to the breeze,

I don't have time to recruit vulgar people. When an ape is frightened, he can set up a book, while a crane avoids fishing boats early.

Might as well be a little colder, and plant pine and plum sooner or later.

Pot bamboo releases a better life.

There is not much soil in the tiles, and there are countless branches and leaves in Juanjuan. I didn't know Feng Wei and Yuan were Gu's people.

Cang Xue spilled a thoughtful couch and a fragrant and floating wine bottle. Wang, you should come here to see if you want to destroy the soul.

Cultivate bamboo to become a forest.

Develop bamboo into a big forest, and bamboo will have grandchildren frequently. There are not many beautiful bamboos, and there are also many evil bamboos. The slaves washed it,

Listen to me. Beauty is careful not to hurt, and evil must have roots. Don't worry about your axe, don't worry about your strength.

The night doesn't rest, and the breeze is still full of gardens.