1, original text
Zhu Yong
Liu xiaoxian in southern dynasties
Bamboo is born outside the wilderness, and clouds are everywhere.
No one appreciates noble morality, but he is self-loyal.
ChristianRandPhillips's tears are shameful, and Qin Gong is shameful.
Who can play the flute? It's to spit out dragons.
2. Appreciation of works
This poem expresses the ambition by holding things, and writes out the chastity and light of the author who does not serve the powerful. This bamboo doesn't want to bear the tears of concubines, nor does it want to be a piano played by a beautiful woman in the palace. It just wants to be a flute in the hermit's mouth, expressing the author's unwillingness to condescend to the powerful and willing to be a confidant.
3. Introduction to the author
Liu Xiaoxian, Han nationality, was a poet in the Southern Dynasties. Pengcheng (now Xuzhou) was born. Qi Fu is the son of Zhong Hua and the seventh brother of Liu Xiaozhuo. His masterpieces are Wing Chun and Spring Night.
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Translated by Zhu Yong Liu Xiaoxian.
Green bamboo grows outside the wilderness, with long bamboo tips towering into the sky. No one can appreciate its noble moral integrity, but he has a firm heart. I am ashamed to be Fei Xiangzhu who was touched by ChristianRandPhillips's tears, and I am also ashamed to be a piano in the palace. Who can skillfully make bamboo into a long bamboo flute? Once played, it will sound like Long Ming.
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Translation of Zhu Yong and Huang Tingjian
Four new bamboo shoots in Changgu Beiyuan
(Tang) Li He
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.
House of Bamboo
(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
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
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?
Indocalamus angustifolia
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 in Hsinchu
Lu you
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.
Two quatrains in Yunxi Guanju Drama Book
Lu you
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 batch of bamboo shoots is in the middle of the table.
(Tang) Li Shangyin
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 Xiang's ci
(Tang) 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!
Reward people for enjoying bamboo after 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.
Zhuliguan
(Tang) 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.
jasmine
(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.
(stone pillar)
(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
Du Fu (Tang Dynasty)
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.
Ink drawing axis
(Ming) Xia Chang
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.
Orchid bamboo roll
(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 with Pictures"
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, bamboos, stones, knots, incense and 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.
A kind of bamboo
(Ming) Li Rihua
The breeze is near the water clouds, not only willow sleep, bamboo sleep.
Tie ancient books into pillows and recite the poems in your dreams.
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.
Two bamboo paintings
(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
Zhushizhou
(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) Ji Qiong
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.
Zhu Yong
Song wentong
(It suddenly occurred to me that I had made this poem by repairing bamboo in my hometown)
Bamboo was built around Dongxi in the old garden, accounting for ten thousand 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 of China State.
Chun Jiang Xiao Jing
Songhuichong
Peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring water warms the duck prophet.
Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.
bamboo shoots
Wang Song Yuan Zhi
Find the number of spring cups alone. Rhinoceros is covered with brocade.
Tian Wen died, and all the guests and friends left. Throw three turtle shells.
Excerpts from poems about things.
Xie hang
Song Zhuzi
Who sent the new bamboo shoots from the cold forest? I'm glad to see the difference between white people.
Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture.
Excerpts from poems about things.
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.
Jitijiang Cao Wei Soup
Don du fu
I am a natural person, and I want to escape from nature.
If you are addicted to alcohol and love the wind and bamboo, you will have nymphs.
Hengyang road is the second best
Fan Song Chengda
When the hedge is broken, the pig blooms.
Empty mangosteen roof and swallows.
Send a few miles to the river and give them to Yang Shangqing.
Fan Song Chengda
When you are satisfied, you say you are sad. There is nothing to say but tears.
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.
Travel far, the eldest son, the son will not be in the forest.
Tang Cheng
Don du fu
The back of Tang Guo is shaded by white grass, and Green River Road is a familiar green suburb.
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.
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.
Poems about eating bamboo shoots
Tang Bai Juyi
Here is the hometown of bamboo, with bamboo shoots all over the valley;
Fu Shan folded up the rest and took it to the morning market.
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.
Excerpt from Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio
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
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.
bright red
Beam gauge
Ask the bamboo stick frequently and taste it first;
He is kind to others and is busy when he is free.
Excerpt from Health News 1989.7. 1
Zhu Yong
Huang Songting Jian
Bamboo shoots have small yellow horns, and fern buds have children's fists.
Try to find wild vegetables to cook fragrant rice, which is February day in Jiangnan.
Tang Dynasty (official from 847 to 859). Song Bo.
Nanping, Fujian or Boyang, Jiangxi.
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
Anzu qinglan 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 and spring break the jade, 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 I searched for 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.
Sometimes I remember three days. Write a book from the post.
Sun Xian Tang Wenshan. People from Ganzhou, Jiangxi.
Send a bell to add bamboo outside.
Everything is handsome. Cultivate a group of unique people.
Sadako once braved the heavy snow. High abstinence and lingyun.
Fine rhyme wind has just begun to appear. The smoke smoldered day by day.
Say goodbye because of the topic. You can't live without a gentleman for a while.
Music history. Song dynasty (930- 1007). Zizheng.
Fuzhou Yihuang (now Jiangxi) people.
Cizhu
What is the spirit of Shu? It was named Zhu Ci.
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.
Hsinchu
Spring thunder and cloudy stones, grass everywhere.
I planted Phyllostachys pubescens, which has sprouted.
Sitting in the secluded forest and enjoying it, there is no sense of vulgarity.
The second rhyme sings bamboo
The bamboo dock is deep and the sandalwood is green 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 Yebiao Historic Suburb Garden chanting bamboo
Moved here from Xishang Garden. Plant this wall to shade the road.
Few people walk in the shadows. An isolated family will be banned in the coming year.
Ciyun, Yin Jun, Gong Ji
The new bamboo shoots were sent by you, and Kang Lu fell asleep. Come day by day
In Dan Yuan Yu's former residence, the bamboo wind still lingers.
It's not like attacking from one source.
Taliuxiu Ye Xin bamboo shoots
Building rivers for afforestation is dark and rainy during the day.
There are thousands of hostesses who have been lying in the cold soil for three winters.
dried bamboo shoots
There are many bamboo shoots in Nanshan, and thousands of miles are withered.
You know it's green today without falling into the dish.
Two Poems by Liu Xie Zhongxing
Who sent the new bamboo shoots from the cold forest? I'm glad to see the difference.
Know that I am sour and cold, not a carnivorous posture.
Bone-setting Tang Dynasty (85 1-9 10). Yichun, Jiangxi.
A kind of bamboo
Suitable for smoke, rain and wind. Fu Shui Cang Cun Fu Song Jian
Move Xiao Sao away from the distant temple. Wash away the net and see the peak in front.
The invading moss decomposed the spring buds. The winding path is secluded, and the summer is shady.
The rogue apricot flower is full of feelings. Several branches are compatible with each other.
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The translation is as follows:
Bamboo is as slender as jade, swaying gently in the wind, so beautiful that I forgot to go back at once.
The most attractive thing is that bamboo quivers slightly in the sunset, which is in harmony with flowers and plants, and the shadow is cast on people's clothes.
Some words Joan: jade. Romance: the scenery is beautiful and beautiful; Pay: teach and call; Se se: a slight tremor; G: It refers to people who look at the scenery.
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The Translation and Appreciation of Yuan Xie's Poems on Bamboo
"Zhu Yong" years: Song Author: Yuan Xie This forest is quiet and dust-free, and Miao people live happily. The head corner is full of jade, so it needs to be straightened. Year: Song Author: Yuan Xie's "Two Poems on Bamboo Branches" is wild and vulgar, but it has a different camp. The water in front of the window is jade, but I can't forget myself. In the dog days, the autumn is crisp. The number of poles is also good, and the situation is complicated. There is nothing in the hole, and the strength is clearer when you get old. The frost and snow are sharp, and Keye is long and proud. Things are consistent with meaning, and people's hearts speak for themselves. I live alone and have few friends. I made you a friend. Although there was no discussion, there was a clear voice. It's good to listen for a long time, but it's not worthy of the name.
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Zhu Yong Zheng Banqiao translated.
One, two, three bamboo poles, four, five, six leaves, countless.
It's light and sparse, so why should it overlap?