Poems about bamboo

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The bamboos and cypresses written have no color, but they sell outdated Dongfeng.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