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Zheng Xie passed on a poem of bamboo and stone.

1. There is a poem about Zheng Xie.

There is a poem about Zheng Xie 1. A poem about Zheng Banqiao.

Year: Qing Author: Zheng Xie Works: Qinyuanchun Content: Flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and wine is lifeless.

Cutting peaches ruined his scenery; Ying Ge cooked it. Help me. Burning inkstone books, cracking piano paintings, destroying words and smearing names.

Xingyang Zheng, born in wooden lattice, begged for food. It's hard to be colder than cold.

The chair, hat and blue shirt are too thin. Look at the autumn grass in Pengmen, and break the lane every year; It is raining outside the window, and the lights are dim every night.

Don't immortals hate their mouths, and they are not allowed to sigh once or twice? Crazy, take a hundred pieces of black silk, fine. Year: Qing Author: Zheng Xie's works: After the snow in the mountains Content: When you open the door in the morning, the snow is full of mountains, the snow is clear and the clouds are light, and the sun is cold.

There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness. Year: Qing Author: Zheng Xie Work Name: Semi-potted Lanruitu Content: Potted, Semi-painted Lanrui.

No venting, no fear of decay. Year: Qing Author: Zheng Xie's Works: Title Bamboo Stone Content: Adhere to the green hills and never relax, the roots are broken rocks; The wind is strong in the east, west, north and south.

2. Zheng Banqiao's poems

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Zheng Xie

Works: Qin

Content:

Flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and wine is lifeless.

Cutting peaches ruined his scenery;

Ying Ge cooked it. Help me.

Burning inkstones and books, tapping the piano and painting,

Destroy the article and erase the name.

Xingyang Zheng, born in wooden lattice, begged for food.

It's hard to be colder than cold.

The chair, hat and blue shirt are too thin.

Look at the autumn grass in Pengmen, and break the lane every year;

It is raining outside the window, and the lights are dim every night.

Does God really hate his mouth?

Don't sigh, okay?

Crazy, take a hundred pieces of black silk, fine.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Zheng Xie

Works: After the Snow in the Mountain

Content:

Open the door in the morning, and the mountains are covered with snow.

The snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold.

Without plum blossom jelly dripping from the eaves,

A kind of loneliness is not idleness.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Zheng Xie

Works: Half a basin of Lanruitu.

Content:

Pot painting Shimada Hanzo, blue painting half contains.

No venting, no fear of decay.

Year: Qing Dynasty

Author: Zheng Xie

Works: Carved bamboo stone

Content:

Adhere to the castle peak and not relax,

Roots were originally in broken rocks;

Hard work and perseverance,

East, west, north and south winds.

3. What are Zheng Banqiao's poems?

Qinyuan spring flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and the wine is lifeless.

Cutting peaches ruined his scenery; Ying Ge cooked it. Help me. Burn inkstone books, crack piano paintings, and ruin the stigma! Thousands of feet, a hanging rock in Shicheng, was cut into battlements with European knives and axes.

Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts. Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable.

A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually. This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain.

It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken. The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city.

A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind. Zhou Yuzhai, a native of Zhou Lang, was a big shot in Jiangdong when he was young.

Eighty thousand troops flew torches, and the wind rolled the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The building collapsed, the flag was swept and the river was bleeding.

In Xianyang in March, there is no such thing as fire. I miss him and mourn for him. I'll think about that song, and Tiger Account will talk about the rest.

Gong Jin had a wonderful day, and the monarch said goodbye to his subjects. Wu and Shu are friends, Liu is boiling, and the old charm becomes a traitor.

I still hate it. Qinhuai is suffocating every night. The red board of Taoyedu Bridge is low, the water in Qinhuai is long, and the poplar floats.

Lead the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows and say goodbye with dew and sadness. Smoke is soft and pear blossoms, rain is cold and food is cold, and grass is in season.

Draw a boat full of flutes and drums. After all, there are few peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times, and the color art is called double unique? A wisp of HongLing leans to the left, and the boudoir is more or less buried.

If Yi Guang and Zhu Luo die, who will be a philosopher? Song of Wang Lang, Yan said. The bank of the old pavilion was turned into willow by the west wind.

Such as thread, such as silk, infinite hatred, the breeze is like smoke. Sail on the river, don't cry before respecting, and have affectionate friends in your eyes.

Words are endless, and the sunset is sad. Try to be famous for half your life, and be careful in your spare time. Nine out of ten things are often lost.

He dances in heavy makeup and is always tempted by his family. Immediately, I screamed and begged in the street, and everything went up in smoke.

What is the joy of the generals? Being poor is better than being stubborn. The word "Mochou Lake Yuanyang" is a popular story, but is it true or not? How many heroic sons and daughters created a disaster.

Golden lotus in the front hall, Yushu in the back court, both wind and rain. Liu Jia is happy, a song for a long time! In today's Ruyan Liu Lake, the lake clouds are like a dream, and the lake waves are thicker than wine.

At the foot of the mountain, vines and sleeves are dancing in the green belt. Peach leaves are small, Mochow is small, and there is a loanword population.

What is the sin of romance? No honor, no shame, no blame. The long trunk lane twists and turns, and on the oblique corner of the spring city, the poplars are hidden.

The ochre wall is paved with stones, and the door reflects the flowing water of Bixi. Drizzle, flute in the setting sun, peaches and plums all the way.

The wind blows the fallen flowers, and the falling flowers wind blows again. It is also full of cars, every family is a swallow, and Jiang Jie has beautiful scenery.

In April, cherry blossoms are all over the city, and snowflakes are Shaded Knives. Huaishui is clear in autumn, Zhongshan is dusk, and the old horse ploughs idle land.

A mountain and a ditch, I will die here. Autumn in Taicheng is full of life, not a storm, but a bleak one.

The sunset crow went down the mountain and asked about the former site of Taicheng. Old vines hide snakes, flowers are cheap and blood is bad.

Someone is herding horses and the city head is blowing. At the beginning, I sacrificed my face and only ate vegetables and fruits, abiding by Samoan laws.

Why do you dig mice when you are hungry? Say it again, hehe. What's wrong with losing? Hard words, tears in the hero's chest. Rouge well turns, where does the prosperous old dream turn? Only the green hills surround the old country, and the yellow-leaf westerly vegetable garden.

Pick up the oak steps, fish in the palace marsh, and return at dusk. The copper bottle is 100 feet high, and there is a whine.

Only a stone's throw from the river, Yu Wenhuaji is Han Qinhu. Rouge came out arm in arm at the bottom of the well and asked where Erxiaoniang was. In the Qing Dynasty, he sang the song "Crossing the River and Closing the Woman".

How many emperors are there in the true colors of Ci field? At dusk, the high temple vaguely looked at the broken building and lay in the courtyard. Outside the courtyard, there are thousands of green hills and shallow springs.

Crows make loose corridors, mice turn over scrolls, and monks are far away. An empty beam is broken, and the nest does not belong to Yan.

Pity the rise and fall of the six generations, give birth to public interests above all else, and never care about grievances. Plant bodhicitta halberd and enter the Sakyamuni wheel first.

The history of Qing dynasty mocked the bomb, passed the lamp as a laughing stock, and made a fool of yourself. Constant sand is boundless, and the number of man-made disasters is short.

The southeast of Xiaoling is king, sweeping away old habits and purifying the country. Cooper is lying in the temple, and dragons come to stay every night.

Weng Zhong's clothes, lion's horns, moss marks of static locks. As the sun sets, several people are studying on horseback.

It is said that the world is impermanent, and the rain is coming, and the ghosts are crying and howling. I don't remember the founding day of that year, and the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.

The eggshell is dry, and the world of pills and mud rolls like a candle. On the side of the old monk's mountain, he only took a ladle of boiling spring.

Mr. Fang Jing's temple is on Kun Kun's side, with generations of Hao Ying supporting him in the air. The immortal dragon is immortal, and the seven orifices are drier than the heart.

Bamboo sticks and linen, scarlet robes and white blades are simple, clumsy and hard. Confidence comes out, and I don't understand why.

I also know Gao Kui from Miracle, Yi San from Hongdian and Shen Fu from Yue Wei. He collapsed from the beginning, and the topic was different.

Ten pieces of furniture, ten thousand pieces of skin, and the soul is broken. The world's rats, how to make up the tiger! Hong Guang Hong Guang founded this country as a golden lotus and a Yushu, and later became a fanatic.

There is no limit to the suffering of plants, mountains and rivers, only to choose colors. Swallows write notes, spring lanterns tell mysteries, and nights are short and days are narrow.

Haiyun paid separately, even the red sun stopped. It was also the reign of Maruan, the town of Gao Liu, and the dog bag towel.

It's still annoying to sell it all, and I have to go to the southeast half. Who can escape the rise and fall of a country and the success or failure of others? Taiping Longwan, this Cao Jiu has been born.

Zhu light smoke, write half a gentleman, no need to report peace, high-spirited. 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.

When I was told to go back to Li, I drew bamboo, bid farewell to Min Qing, a gentleman in Wei County, and threw it away without being an official. Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river. Li Aishan's predecessor (Qing Dynasty) looked for the autumn wind in Zheng Banqiao and found it in the bamboo house; It's cloudy, where is the autumn sound? Zheng Banqiao worked as a painter for ten years in Yangzhou, where he became a long-term painter and replaced rouge with ochre ink.

The bamboos and cypresses written have no color, but they sell outdated Dongfeng. Weixian has a history of bamboo painting for one year. Bao Dazhong lies in a spacious (clear) elegant room and listens to Xiao Zhu Xiao, which is suspected to be the voice of the people's sufferings; Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings.

Hedgerow Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao is shaded by trees, so why bother to protect bamboo? It is better to use bamboo as a fence than to ask for help. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao liked to grow flowers all over the world. The old man only planted bamboo, and all the frost and snow in the court were removed, but it was new green.

After a quiet night of snow, the shadow is green, don't be blown away by the wind, it's exquisite and broken. Bamboo (Qing) Zheng Banqiao is one section after another, and thousands of branches are kept in Chiba; I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.

Inscription painting (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao has a bamboo, an orchid and a stone, which is full of gentleman's wind and eternal green. There are orchids, bamboos, stones, knots, incense and bones. Let him go against the wind and have his own spring news.

Inscription (Qing) A gust of wind rolls back and the bamboo branches turn back.

4. Poetry about Zheng Banqiao

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.

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.

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

Zheng Qing Banqiao

If you don't lose your black veil, your sleeves will get cold;

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

Junior Li Aishan's predecessor

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

Why look for the autumn wind to find the bamboo road?

It's cloudy, where is the autumn sound?

And the works of learning messengers presented by Yu Dianyuan.

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

Zhou Yang has been a painter for ten years. He is a painter who has used ochre ink instead of rouge for a long time.

The bamboos and cypresses written have no color, but they sell outdated Dongfeng.

Wei County Bamboo Painting Department was established in 2002, and Bao Dazhong became rich.

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

Lying in the Yazhai listening to Zhu Xiao, I suspect it is the voice of the people's sufferings;

Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings.

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.

A kind of bamboo

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

One paragraph after another, thousands of leaves remain;

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

Title calligraphy and painting

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

A bamboo, an orchid and a stone, with joints, fragrance and bones,

Everyone is a gentleman, young and old.

There are orchids, bamboo stones, knots, fragrant bones,

Let him go against the wind, be harsh, and there will be news of the spring breeze.

Title calligraphy and painting

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

A gust of wind rolled back and the bamboo branches were in the air.

It's really my business to sweep the clouds and fog. I can't just sweep the floor.

Title calligraphy and painting

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

Last night, the autumn wind crossed Xiaoxiang. He felt the stones through the forest and was used to madness.

Only bamboo branches are not afraid, but they have fought for 1000 games.

Two bamboo shoots

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

Fresh bamboo shoots in Jiangnan use shad to cook the spring breeze in early March.

Let the chef have a rest and leave a copy of this photo.

Bamboo shoots are new in February along the river, and every kitchen peels off spring clouds.

This body is willing to open a thousand threads and weave a beautiful curtain.

Title calligraphy and painting

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

Hsinchu is taller than the old bamboo branches and supported by the old poles;

New students will be born next year, and ten dragons and grandchildren will go around Fengchi.

Title calligraphy and painting

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

I have a hundred thousand shots in my chest. I'm flying for a while.

For the phoenix, for the dragon, for nine days, I dyed the clouds to see the new green.

Title calligraphy and painting

(Qing) Zheng Banqiao

Draw a bamboo stick and stick a stone. The stone is one foot taller than the bamboo stick.

Although one foot makes him taller, watch me lift next year.

5. Zheng Banqiao's poems

Zheng Xie, a bamboo stone, insists that the green hills are not relaxed and the roots are broken.

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. Note 1. Bamboo stone is a poem.

2. Assertion: metaphor is rooted firmly, just like biting. 3. grinding: torture.

Perseverance: firm and strong. 4. Joel: That.

It means: the wind in the southeast and northwest blows fiercely, but it can't be blown down. Green bamboo's attachment to green hills has never been relaxed. It turns out that the roots are deeply rooted in the cracks in the rock.

After thousands of blows and tortures, it is still as hard as iron, no matter how windy your land is. This is a poem carved on a map of bamboo and stone. The author's chanting of bamboo stone is not a general description of natural bamboo stone, but contains the author's profound thoughts and feelings.

The author compares things to people, writes about bamboo, but praises people. Based on the hard rock of Qingshan Mountain, the poet said that bamboo sticks to Qingshan Mountain, takes root and breaks the rock, and crushes thousands of blows.

"Perseverance" is a true portrayal of the man symbolized by this weathered bamboo and bamboo. Therefore, it can be said that poetry has created an indomitable and indomitable glorious image of a strong man by praising bamboo and stone.

The whole poem is fresh and smooth, with sincere feelings. Although language is popular, it is profound and meaningful.

6. Poems about Zheng Banqiao

Zheng Banqiao's ci collection "thousands of feet Hanging from Rock in Shicheng" was cut into battlements with European knives and axes.

Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts. Wang Junlou's boat pointed out in one breath that the wind was profitable.

A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually. This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain.

A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind. Zhou Yuzhai, a native of Zhou Lang, was a big shot in Jiangdong when he was young.

Eighty thousand troops flew torches, and the wind rolled the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The building collapsed, the flag was swept and the river was bleeding.

In Xianyang in March, there is no such thing as fire. I miss him and mourn for him. I'll think about that song, and Tiger Account will talk about the rest.

Gong Jin had a wonderful day, and the monarch said goodbye to his subjects. Wu and Shu are friends, Liu is boiling, and the old charm becomes a traitor.

I still hate it. Qinhuai is suffocating every night. The red board of Taoyedu Bridge is low, the water in Qinhuai is long, and the poplar floats.

Lead the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows and say goodbye with dew and sadness. Smoke is soft and pear blossoms, rain is cold and food is cold, and grass is in season.

If you create an illusion, you will die. Who will be a philosopher? Song of Wang Lang, Yan said. The bank of the old pavilion was turned into willow by the west wind.

Such as thread, such as silk, infinite hatred, the breeze is like smoke. Sail on the river, don't cry before respecting, and have affectionate friends in your eyes.

Words are endless, and the sunset is sad. Try to be famous for half your life, and be careful in your spare time. Nine out of ten things are often lost.

He dances in heavy makeup and is always tempted by his family. The horse whined and begged in the street, but all this went up in smoke

Golden lotus in the front hall, Yushu in the back court, and the wind and rain make the disabled. Liu Jia is happy, a song for a long time! In today's Ruyan Liu Lake, the lake clouds are like a dream, and the lake waves are thicker than wine.