Ancient poems about bamboo

Among the poems about bamboo, I think the best is Wang Anshi's:

Singing bamboo with my brother Hua Zangyuan in Junting.

Wang Anshi

A glimpse of four summer sleeping mats, how long will it last? 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 plants that take root and sprout. I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix.

In addition, Zheng Banqiao's is also good:

Basket stone

Zheng Xie

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. The wind is strong in the east, west, north and south.

There are many poems with bamboo characters. Here are some famous ones:

I thought of Xin in the summer in Nange.

meng haoran

The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east. I let go of my hair to enjoy the coolness at night, opened the window and lay down peacefully. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound. I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.

An autumn night in the mountains

Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

House of Bamboo

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.

Stay in Luoshiting to remember Cui Yonghe and Cui Yan.

Li shangyin

Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

Hui Chong Chunjiang Night Scene

Su Shi

Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring. Artemisia arenaria is full of short reed buds, which is the time when puffer fish want to fuck.