1. Verses and ancient poems about bamboo

Verses and ancient poems about bamboo 1. Verses and ancient poems describing bamboo

Ode to Bamboo (Qi. Xie Tiao)

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There is a clump of bamboo in front of the window, which is so green and unique.

The southern branches meet the northern leaves, and the new shoots are mixed with old branches.

The moonlight is sparse and dense, and the sound of wind rises and falls again.

The green guard flies out of the way, but the yellow mouth peeks at each other.

But I hate that the roots and plants grow apart from each other.

Bamboo (Liang.Liu Xiaoxian)

Bamboo grows in the open field, and the clouds tower over the sky.

No one appreciates high integrity, only one is chaste.

The concubine of Xiang was brought to tears by shame, and she entered the palace harp in shame.

Whoever makes the flute should sing the dragon's tune.

Endowed with tender bamboos in front of the steps (Chen. Zhang Zhengjian)

The green clouds are forming clumps on their own, and the light flowers and tender bamboo shoots are about to soar into the sky.

The curved and horizontal branches are often untied, and the leaves are sparse and the wind is strong.

If you want to know the place where the dragon is born, you should go to Gepi on the mountain road.

Ode to Bamboo (Tang Dynasty. Li Qiao)

The tall bamboo sticks on the Chu River are filled with the beauty of dawn.

The white flowers shake the shadow of the wind, and the Qing Festival moves the dragon text.

The leaves sweep the southeast sun, and the branches carry the northwest clouds.

Who knows that on the Xiang River, I shed tears and miss you alone.

More than 100 poems about planting bamboo on the left side of Junzhai (Tang Dynasty. Linghu Chu)

Bamboo is planted by the north window of Zhaiju, and the plain wall is newly opened to reflect the fresh green flowers.

The green is close to the place where medicine is practiced, and the green shade is as deep as lying in front of the curtain.

The leaves at dawn seem to smell like rain when the wind blows, and the spring branches seem to carry smoke when the moon passes.

I recalled the mountains and felt relieved, so I retired and sat down to face Chanjuan.

Bamboos in the White Sand Pavilion in Autumn (Tang Dynasty. Xu Hun)

The fluffy snow and frost, and the dense green are different from those in Hunan.

The sparse shadow of the moon moves on the wall, and the cold sound of the wind fills the hall.

Autumn comes earlier for roller blinds and longer nights for high pillows.

Suddenly I recall Qinxi Road, thousands of poles are now cold.

The first bamboo shoots were eaten and presented in a seat (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty)

The tender bamboo shoots were first emerging from the forest, and the price in the mausoleum was as heavy as gold.

In the imperial capital, there are countless people on land and sea, and they can't bear to cut an inch of gold from Ling Yun.

Ode to Bamboo (Zheng Gu, Tang Dynasty)

It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind, blowing the water and hiding the pine trees in the village.

I moved Xiao Sao from the distant temple, washed it, and saw the front peak.

The moss that invades the steps breaks out the spring buds, and the path around the path is covered with mild summer shade.

The apricot blossoms are full of emotions, and the green branches are very compatible.

Bamboo Wind (Tang Yanqian, Tang Dynasty)

Bamboos reflect the wind and the windows are slanting, --- people sit and think about the endless thoughts.

The dream of rivers and lakes remains in the night, all of which are dry sounds like dili flowers.

Bamboo in the mountains in spring (said by Pei of the Tang Dynasty)

Several poles of green bamboo are shaped like dragons, and they are steep and tall. They grow here.

Infinite wild flowers cannot bloom, and the cold color in the middle of the mountain competes with spring.

Ode to Bamboo (Zhang Bi, Tang Dynasty)

The trees are full of colors and the leaves are blooming, and the kings and grandsons are not tired of filling the courtyard.

No one can see Lingshuang at the end of the festival, waiting humbly for the phoenix to come.

Who allows romance to add joy and self-pity to the dust.

There are many idle areas everywhere in Zhumen, just like moving clouds to caress the green moss.

Shuangyun Pavilion (Song Dynasty, Su Shi)

The new bamboo basket cannot be restrained, and Chanjuan is already old and cold.

To see the hint of frost, you have to wait for the autumn wind to fall.

All in the Garden (Song Dynasty, Su Che)

Bamboo does not grow in cold areas, but it often looks like a disease.

The root of the plant is hidden in a deep place, but the leaves are so fierce when they open.

Chanjuan looks like ice and snow, scattered by the wind and sun.

Prosperity can be seen in solitary depths, and one person is the enemy of thousands of hectares.

It reminds me of the towering forests and cliffs on the river.

There is no wind and the baskets are floating by themselves, and they are singing along the deserted path.

Hsinchu (Song Dynasty, Yang Wanli)

The east wind cleverly repairs the remaining mountains, and adds jade poles in one night.

Half-dressed and still half-dressed, the dragon has no faith and is afraid of the cold spring.

Ode to East Lake Hsinchu (Song Dynasty, Lu You)

Insert thorns and weave fences to protect them, and cultivate the cold green ripples.

Autumn arrives first as the breeze sweeps over the earth, and the red sun travels until noon.

When I untied the bamboo basket, I heard the rustling sound, and when I put it down, I saw the leaves for the first time.

I want to come here frequently when I have free time, and I still follow my pillow mat wherever I go.

Wild Bamboo (Wuzhen, Yuan Dynasty)

Wild Bamboo is absolutely lovely, with sparse branches and leaves that look real.

He has always stayed far away from Jingzhen, walking along cliffs and crossing stone paths.

Embrace the river of Jieshan Mountain humbly, the breeze is whirling in the white moon.

What will happen if the cold shoots thousands of feet away? There is a lot of wind and smoke in Qi'ao, Weichuan River.

Song of New Bamboo Shoots (Yue Dai, Ming Dynasty)

The forest is full of yellow birds, and the new bamboo shoots in the forest are among the people.

The spring breeze scares the mountain rabbits behind closed doors, and the dew drops in the day scare the bamboo chickens.

Spring has passed for three days in the rain, and I added a few more flowers near the stone bed.

The generals will raise their heads to the blue clouds, regardless of the broken green moss in front of the steps.

Bamboo and Stone (Qing Dynasty. Zheng Xie)

The green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are still in the broken rocks.

Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.

Bamboo (Qing Dynasty. Zheng Xie)

One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves.

Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.

Bamboo

Li He of the Tang Dynasty

Entering the water, the light moves, and the green shadows appear in spring.

The dew shoots grow on the path, and the moss color brushes the frost roots.

The weaving can bear the fragrance and sweat, and the planting can catch the cotton scales.

2. Ancient poems about bamboo

Among the poems about bamboo, I think the best one is by Wang Anshi:

With Shidi Huazangyuan Yan Junting Chanting Bamboo

Wang Anshi

A meadow is so dense that the four buildings are cool, how long will the lingering shadow last? People pity straight people who are born thin, and they are expected to become more mature as they grow older. It once shared the rain and dew with Artemisia terrestris, and finally followed the pines and cypresses to the frost. I regret to take the root of the plant, but I want to beg Ling Lun to learn from Phoenix.

In addition, Zheng Banqiao's works are also good:

Inscribed on Bamboo and Stone

Zheng Xie

He insists that the green mountains will not relax, and the roots are still in the broken rocks . It has endured countless blows and is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.

There are many poems with the word bamboo in them, here are a few famous ones:

Huai Xin Da in the South Pavilion in Summer

Meng Haoran

The mountain light suddenly sets in the west, and the moon in the pond gradually rises in the east. Enjoy the cool night, open the pavilion and lie down in the open space. The lotus breeze brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops make a clear sound. I want to play the harp, but I hate the ignorance of the music. Feeling nostalgic for my old friend, I am tired of dreaming in the middle of the night.

Mountain Dwelling in the Dark Autumn

Wang Wei

After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes late. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. The bamboo noises return to Huan Nu, and the lotus moves off the fishing boat. The spring fragrance rests at will, and the king and grandson can stay.

Zhuli Pavilion

Wang Wei

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know that the bright moon comes to shine.

Stay in Luo's Pavilion to cherish Cui Yong and Cui Yan

Li Shangyin

The bamboo dock is dust-free and the water sill is clear, and the lovesickness is far away from the city. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotuses to listen to the sound of rain.

Evening View of the Spring River in Huichong

Su Shi

A few peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. The ground is full of wilting grass and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.

3. Verses describing bamboo. Collection of Ancient Poems

Bamboo and Stone (Qing Dynasty, Zheng Xie)

Stand firmly on the green hills and never let go. The roots are still in the broken rocks.

Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.

Bamboo (Su Dongpo, Song Dynasty)

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

Without meat, one will be thin, and without bamboo, one will be vulgar.

Yong Bamboo (Fu Pangru)

The ground is broken and the clouds are rising higher and higher, and the cold drives away the three nines to lead the coquettish style.

Don’t shed the passionate tears of mottled bamboo, but be willing to turn the spring mountains into snow waves.

Ode to Bamboo (Seven Rhythms)

The cottage is next to the small bridge and the flowing water, and it is comfortable to settle down in peace. The wind destroys the body and the crooked roots are still straight, and the snow weighs on the waist and the branches become stronger.

A person with a prestigious reputation always observes integrity, but his mind is full of empty valleys and dark smoke. There is no fear of frost, summer or heat, and the weather is beautiful all year round in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Bamboo

Li Jianxun of the Tang Dynasty

On the Qiong Festival, the wind blows on the branches, and the wind blows and I forget to return home.

The most pitiful thing is that under the setting sun, the shadows of flowers and the clothes of the guests are full.

Courtyard Bamboo

Li Zhong of Tang Dynasty

Occasionally moved from the mountain monastery to the nearby brick plant.

The good wind blows all day long, and the ghostly birds sometimes come.

The sifting moon leads to poetry, and the smoke in the cage accompanies the wine glass.

I woke up from my sleep at the south window and heard the rustle of wind and rain.

Bamboo

Zhenggu of Tang Dynasty

It is suitable for smoke, rain and wind.

Moved Xiao Sao from the distant temple, washed up and invaded the front peak.

The moss that invades the steps breaks off the spring buds, and the sedge around the path is slightly summery and the sun is strong.

The rogue apricot flower has many emotions, and several branches are clad in green, so they are compatible.

Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

The green bamboo is half in its casing, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall.

The color invades the book late at night, and is hidden in the coolness of the wine.

The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance.

But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow.

Bamboo and Stone

Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty

Firmly insist on not letting go of the green mountains, the roots are still in the broken rocks;

Still strong after countless hardships Jin, let the wind blow from east to west, north and south.

Fence Bamboo

(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao

There is such a green shade, why bother to protect the bamboo and Jing Qi?

Still using bamboo as a barrier, asking for help from others is not as good as asking for yourself.

Bamboo

(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao

Everyone in the world loves to plant flowers, but I only plant bamboo.

The courtyard is covered with frost and snow, and sprinkled with flowers Then the new green shines.

It snowed all night in the secluded sky, and the sparse shadows lost their green color.

Don’t let the wind blow them away, and the exquisite empty jade will be broken into pieces.

4. Ancient poems about bamboo verses

The green mountains are not loosened, and the roots are still in the broken rocks.

Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south. --"Bamboo and Stone" Qing Dynasty·Zheng Xie

New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, all because of the support of old stems.

Next year there will be another new born, the ten-foot-long dragon grandson will come around Fengchi. --"Bamboo and Stone" Qing Dynasty·Zheng Xie

The bamboo shadows and poems are thin, and the plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams.

Poor moon tonight, she refuses to go down to the west wing. -- "Quequatrains" Wang Tingyun of the Yuan Dynasty

Inserting thorns and weaving fences carefully protects them, forming cold green ripples.

Autumn arrives first as the breeze sweeps over the earth, and the red sun travels until noon.

When I untied the bamboo basket, I heard the rustling sound, and when I put it down, I saw the leaves for the first time.

I want to come here frequently when I have free time, and I still follow my pillow mat wherever I go. --"East Lake Hsinchu" Lu You, Song Dynasty

5. Poems describing bamboo (4 sentences)

Bamboo and Stone

Zheng Banqiao, Qing Dynasty

The light smoke and ancient ink are vertical and horizontal, writing half of this gentleman,

There is no need to report peace, the high morale and the clear breeze have been seen.

Bamboo and Stone

Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty

Do not let go of the green mountains, and the roots are still in the broken rocks;

After thousands of hardships, they are still strong Jin, let the wind blow from east to west, north and south.

I tell you to return home and draw bamboos to say goodbye to the gentlemen and people of Wei County

Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty

Throw away the black gauze and refuse to be an official, the bag is rustling and the sleeves are cold;

Write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind.

Imitate the style of Li Aishan’s predecessor

(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao

Why does the autumn wind find itself in the bamboo and Wuli;

A piece of Wuyin , where does the sound of autumn sound?

This work was donated in vain by Yu Dianyuan, the emissary of Hexue

(Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao

A painter in Yangzhou for ten years, he often replaced rouge with ocher ink.

It is written that bamboo and cypress have no color and are sold out of season with the east wind.

Yan Zheng’s Mansion and Bamboo Ode by Du Fu

The green bamboos are half-contained, and the new shoots are just emerging from the wall. The color invades the book and it's late, and the wine bottle is cool in the shade.

The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. But if there is no cutting, the clouds will grow.

Wuyong Bitter Bamboo Bridge in Xun Gongyuan Liu Zongyuan

The dangerous bridge is a secluded path, winding through the sparse forest. Bursting baskets divide the bitter festivals, light baskets hold an open mind. Overlooking the trickling stream,

Listening to the singing of Xiao Xiao. On a misty day in the lake, the mountain birds sing in mockery. There is no need to use it, but there is more shade to live in.

Bamboo Path Li Deyu

The wild bamboos form a path of their own that surrounds the stream for more than three miles. Tan Luan is covered with layers of blankets, and the clear canal is reflected in the desolate scenery.

The forest is quiet at sunset, and the wind is moving and the valley is empty. The Tian family has few old friends, who is willing to kill and burn fish?

Hsinchu Yuanzhen

The bamboo basket has just been untied, and the cold color has become green. The powder is slowly floating in the air, and the wind is gradually swaying.

The trees are sparse and the sun shines through, but they are few and far between. Only unity and unity, steadfastness and unity are the same.

6. Ancient poems about bamboo

Ancient poems about bamboo:

A few branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river. -- Su Shi's "Late Scene of the Spring River in Huichong"

The courtyard looks like accumulated water, empty and clear, with algae and waterlilies interlaced in the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows. -- Su Shi's "A Night Tour at Chengtian Temple"

What night is there without a moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us. -- Su Shi's "Night Tour of Chengtian Temple"

The bamboo path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room is surrounded by flowers and trees. -- Chang Jian's "Inscription on the Buddhist Temple Behind the Poshan Temple"

Lying in the Yazhai, listening to the rustling bamboos, I suspect they are the sounds of suffering among the people. -- Zheng Xie's "The Painting of Bamboo in the Weixian County Office Presenting Nianbo Bao Dachengkuo"

Thousands of feet of waves across the river, thousands of poles of bamboo are leaning into it. -- Li Qiao's "Wind"

7. Ancient poems about bamboo

The details are as follows: 1. New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, all relying on the support of old trunks.

____Zheng Xie's "Hsinchu" 2. Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and roaring. ____Wang Wei's "Zhuli Pavilion" 3. Bamboo branches, bamboo branches, stained with tears to express lovesickness.

____Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God·Mottled Bamboo Branches" 4. What night has no moon? Where are there no bamboos or cypresses? But there are few idle people like the two of us. ____ Su Shi's "Night Tour to Chengtian Temple/Night Tour to Chengtian Temple" 5. Bamboo shadows and poems are thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant in dreams.

____Wang Tingyun's "Quatrain·Bamboo Shadow and Poetry" 6. Under the west window, the wind is shaking the green bamboo, it is suspected that an old friend is coming. ____Qin Guan's "The Fragrance of the Courtyard·The Clear Water Startles the Autumn" 7. Smoke is seen coming from the mountains, and the setting sun is glimpsed in the bamboos.

____Wu Jun's "Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains" 8. Cover the firewood door and thank him for the plum and bamboo companions in my cold study. ____Shen Zijin's "Jade Hibiscus: Ode to the Rain Window" 9. There are still oranges on the branches under the residual snow, and the bamboo shoots are about to bud when frozen and thundered.

____Ouyang Xiu's "Playing with Yuan Zhen" 10. Thousands of feet of waves across the river, thousands of poles leaning into the bamboo.

____Li Qiao's "Wind" 11. The lonely lamp shines in the cold rain, and the wet bamboos are filled with dark smoke.

____Sikong Shu's "Farewell to Han Shen at Yunyang Pavilion" 12. I have been silent for half a day, but the sound of bamboo and the crescent moon are still the same as before. ____Li Yu's "Poppy Beauty·The Wind Returns to the Green Small Courtyard" 13. Where the bamboos are deep and the trees are dense with insects, there is a slight coolness that is not the wind.

____Yang Wanli "Chasing the Coolness on a Summer Night" 14. The color of bamboo is green under the stream, and the lotus is fragrant in the mirror. ____ Li Bai's "Farewell to Chu Yong in Yanzhong" 15. Late at night, I know the snow is heavy, and I hear the sound of breaking bamboo.

____Bai Juyi's "Night Snow" 16. When the six flying flowers come into the house, sit and watch the green bamboos turn into green branches. ____ Gao Pian's "Duixue" 17. Green bamboo contains new powder, and red lotus has fallen into old clothes.

____Wang Wei's "Mountain Residence" 18. There are remains of the well stove and the decaying mulberry and bamboo trees. ____Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Fields·Part 4" 19. Despite the frost, the good grace remains unchanged, as warm as jade.

____ Lu Rong's "The River is Red·Ode to Bamboo" 20. The water under the courtyard is empty and clear, with algae and waterlilies crisscrossing the water, covered with bamboo and cypress shadows. ____Su Shi's "Night Tour to Chengtian Temple/Night Tour to Chengtian" 21. The plum blossoms are ripe and falling between the windows, and the bamboo shoots are sprouting under the wall.

____Fan Chengda's "Xiqing" 22. The Xiangjiang River is broad, and the bitter bamboos are deep and the sun is facing the west. ____Zheng Gu's "Partridge" 23. Cangcang Bamboo Forest Temple, Yaoyao bells ring late.

____Liu Changqing's "Farewell to Master Lingche" 24. The wild bamboos separate into the green mist, and the flying springs hang on the green peaks. ____Li Bai's "Visiting Dai Tianshan Taoist No Encounter" 25. Green bamboo enters the secluded path, and green radish brushes the walking clothes.

____Li Bai's "Going down Zhongnan Mountain and passing Husi Mountain, people stay and buy wine" 26. The wind shook the bamboos across the door, and the mountain was covered with snow when the door opened. ____Wang Wei's "Reminiscences of Hu Jushi's Family on the Snow in the Winter Evening" 27. The wind blows the bamboos in the deep night to bring out the rhyme of autumn.

Thousands of leaves and a thousand voices are filled with hatred. ____Ouyang Xiu's "Jade House Spring·After Farewell, I Don't Know How Far Is You" 28. The forest is broken by the mountain, the bamboo is hidden by the wall.

A small pond filled with cicadas and decaying grass. ____ Su Shi's "Partridge Sky·Bamboo Hidden Wall in the Broken Mountains" 29. Bamboo poles have ups and downs, and I love to embrace the bitter festival.

____ Meng Jiao's "Bitter Cold Song" 30. The bamboos love the new rain, and the mountains love the sunset. ____Qian Qi's "Taniguchi Study Sends to Yang Buque".

8. A five-character poem about bamboo

The tall bamboo is near the water and Yuji

The tall bamboo is near the water, and the flowers are in the shadow of the cliff. With the posture of a virgin, I should be here The heart of a gentleman.

The spring sun is not flattering, and the long dew has suddenly become deep. The concubine Xiang used to play the harp, and looked at the Cangwu Cen with regret.

Cold Bamboo Pian Fu Ruojin

The cold bamboo is close to the stream, and the stone is born from He Leilei. It breeds because of the thick ground, and is born in Yuanzai.

The spring sun scatters the beautiful scenery, and the branches and leaves are covered with light. Now that I am in the middle of the year, I worry every day.

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Sudden sadness and bitter changes, but fear of shock and dust. It is appropriate to be different from the cold and auspicious days, and how to regret it when it is late.

The shadow of Qiyuan has not ceased, and the sound of Jiegu is worrying. Gentlemen have long been in love with each other. , Deeply cherishing Miao Yunhai.

The nature of bamboo is susceptible to change, and people are afraid of changing it. I wish to say that it will be sealed and planted, and not to hurt the woodcutter.

Chanting Bamboo

The bamboo head is bowed under the weight of snow, as if it is wet with mud.

When the red sun rises, it is still in line with the sky.

The King of Bamboo Hall Wei

Sitting alone in the secluded bamboo, playing the piano and whistling loudly. People in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to shine.

Pei Di of Zhuli Pavilion

Visited Zhuli Pavilion , the sun is close to the road. Only mountain birds come and go, and there is no human being in the depth.

Ci Lao Bamboo and Li Bai

There is Ci Lao Mountain in the north of Dangtu County, with piles of rocks overlooking the river, and steep walls. The wind and waves are raging.

Bamboo is grown in its mountains. Its round body is sparsely knotted and can be used as a flute, with a rhythm in its sound.

Wild bamboo grows on rocks, and the smoke reflects the river island. The green color falls on the waves. Deep, weak vocal cords are cold and early.

I have never heard the dragon chant, but I should be good at playing the phoenix song. If I don’t learn how to play the willow wither, my sincerity will always protect myself.

The same chant in the residence of Yan Zheng Bamboo Du Fu

The green bamboo half contains the bamboo basket, and the new shoots have just emerged from the wall. The color invades the book and the night is late, and the shade passes through the wine bottle.

The rain washes the flowers clean, and the wind blows the fragrance. .But if there is no cutting, you will see the flying clouds grow.

Xun Gongyuan’s Five Ode to the Bamboo Bridge Liu Zongyuan

The dangerous bridge is a secluded path, winding through the sparse forest. The bamboo baskets burst out to distinguish the bitter festivals. , holding an open mind with a light basket, overlooking the trickling stream,

Listening to the singing of Xiaoxiao. The misty sun under the pond, mocking Zhe Zhe singing mountain birds. I am sorry that there is no need for water, but there is more shade to live in.

Bamboo Path by Li Deyu

The wild bamboos form a path of their own, winding around the stream for more than three miles. The sandalwood trees are covered with layers, reflecting the clear canal.

Seeing the forest quiet at sunset, knowing the valley is empty when the wind is moving. An old friend of the Tian family Young man, who is willing to burn fish.

Hsinchu Yuanzhen

The new bamboo basket has just been untied, and the cold color has become green. The powder is slowly floating, and the rustle gradually attracts the wind.

The sparse trees are full of sunlight, and few trees have grown into clumps. There are only groups and knots, firm and large and small.

Newly planted bamboo Bai Juyi

Zuoyi is not feeling well, and the autumn grass grows behind closed doors. Why? To entertain the wild nature, I planted more than a hundred bamboo stems.

Seeing this color makes me recall the love in the mountains. Sometimes when I have free time from business, I walk around the fence all day long.

Don’t say that the roots are not solid yet. Don't say that the yin has not yet matured. I have already felt that there is still a clear feeling in the courtyard.

I love lying by the window the most, listening to the sound of branches in the autumn wind.