Mention of bamboo, the first thing that enters my mind is its delicate and upright image; then it is its super reproduction, if you plant a bamboo this spring, the next year is already five or six plants or even more is unknown, there must be a forest, no matter the forest is small, it likes to live in groups; three it makes me love the most is that it is more and more than not ashamed, prosperous and not chaotic, whether it is in the courtyard of a cluster or a vast sea of bamboo, it is also rooted in many roots, vivid in sight, refreshing and sharp, no entanglement, let people relax and comfortable. It may be this nature that bamboo is named as lonely and proud, and it is these qualities that have touched the poets of all generations and written the rhyme of bamboo in the world.
Those who like bamboo will have a common sense of nature, even if you live in isolation, you can use bamboo to meet friends. Dongpo residents love meat famous in ancient and modern times, but because bamboo can forget meat, specially held a thousand bamboo banquet, people tavern hung a wine guise, he hung a bamboo cover, under the guise of the book:
It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo;
No meat makes people skinny, no bamboo makes people vulgar;
People are thin and fat, and civilian customs are not healable.
After a while, it attracted Liu Hard Bone into the courtyard first, and when the hard bone saw the courtyard repair bamboo, he waved it down ("Ting Zhu" [Tang] Liu Yuxi):
Dew polyester lead powder knots, wind shakes green jade branches.
Clinging to a gentleman, no land is not dependent.
Following the hard bones into the room was Li Zhong of the Southern Dynasty, who saw that Tingzhu also wrote a poem "Tingzhu":
Occasionally from the mountain monastery, it was moved back to the pedagogical plant.
Good winds all day long, and ghosts sometimes come.
Sifting the moon with poetry, cage smoke with wine glasses.
The south window slept lightly, and the sound of xiao sa rain returned.
After a while, the guests who attended the banquet flocked to the banquet, and the first to enter the bamboo room was the Tang Dynasty · Li Jiayou, he saw the bamboo and could not stop loving the bamboo, casually chanted ("The Title Road Pious Man Bamboo Room")
Shi Si Zen's heart is idle, and he is allowed to flow water to the world.
Holding a ruyi high window, the sun slopes along the river and thousands of mountains.
Mr. Ju Yi, the master of Tang Baizi, admired the bamboo at the window and also praised it ("Title Li Ciyun Window Bamboo"):
There is no need to cut it into a phoenix pipe, and it does not need to be cut into a fishing rod.
After the flowers and grass withered, they stayed in the snow to see.
Huang Lu, a senior disciple of Su University, directly heard the teacher's banquet, how dare he not come, see the ink bamboo painting in the bamboo room does not feel itchy, and he splashes the ink inscription book, which is really a poem Qing Zi Jun can be called a double absolute. Painting Ink Bamboo Praise, Song Dynasty · Huang Tingjian
Man has a cold heart, but he has a cold season.
How can he not look dry, and listen to frost and snow with an open mind.
There are more and more guests, inside and outside the courtyard of Su University, the bamboo room inside and outside is already full of people, at this time Wang Mojie said to everyone, here is prevarication, why don't you move to my Bamboo Pavilion, play the piano and enjoy the moon, isn't it beautiful? Wang Wei immediately took advantage of it:
Sitting alone in the seclusion, playing the piano and whistling.
The people of the deep forest do not know that the bright moon has come to take pictures.
Everyone said good in unison, they all moved to the mountains and forests, and when they passed the old Du Zimei hut, everyone shouted in unison, and invited Old Du to travel with him, and Old Du was so poor that his pants were bare, and he dared to go out, and he was afraid that someone would step on the spring shoots in front of his door and cut off his rations, so he hid in the house and did not answer, and angrily said: ("Wing Chun Shoots" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu)
Countless spring shoots are full of trees, and the firewood gate is secretly hidden to cut off pedestrians.
It will have to be seen as bamboo, and the guest will never be able to greet it.
Lao Du refused to be thousands of miles away, and after the birth of the Ming Dynasty An Pan, there are Meng taste relics, and there are visitors on snowy nights.
The sound of folding bamboo is dry and empty, and there is a return to fishing on the late wind river.
Idle only plum blossom laughter, who in the snow to the grass hut.
The crowd passed by the Bamboo Pavilion of Brother Washran, and Old Master Meng (Haoran) sang on the piano: "Bamboo Pavilion of Brother Washran"
I have a deep friendship with my second and third sons.
With great ambition, there used to be a plover heart.
Yi Qi fake Han, the breeze in the bamboo forest.
Da is fun in wine, and the sound of accident on the piano.
In the depths of the bamboo forest, everyone is intoxicated, and the bamboo appreciation of the bamboo, the moon appreciation through the bamboo forest, the singing, the chanting, the writing, the madness, the madness, each showing its ability. Song Yang Wanli "Wing Bamboo"
Frost Festival, repair jade snow body.
There is no literature and no work, and there is a moon to pass on the gods.
Yuan Dynasty: Wang Tingjun
Bamboo shadows and poems are thin, and plum blossoms are fragrant.
Poor tonight moon, refused to go down to the West Wing.
There is also a Song Dynasty Zheng Yushu who borrowed bamboo lyrical friends to write a poem "Zhaojun Grievance Plum Blossom" Dao is a flower to spring.
The road is a branch of snow to incense outside the bamboo.
Savage house.
Snubbed bamboo hedge huts. Rich Yutang Qiongxie.
The two places are planted differently.
Generally open.
Sumen disciple Qin Shaoyou, who had not spoken for a long time, said at this time, the teacher was a scholar of the Eastern Feast, and I did not compose a poem without poetry.
Man Tingfang Bishui was shocked by autumn
Song Dynasty: Qin Guan
The blue water is frightening, the yellow clouds are condensed, and the dead leaves are scattered and empty.
The cave house is quiet, and the oblique moonlight lingers.
It is also the heavy yang near also, a few places, the anvil pestle sound urges.
Under the west window, the wind swayed green bamboo, suspected to be the old man.
Sadness. Increase hope, new joy is easy to lose, the past is difficult to guess.
Ask the hedge for the yellow chrysanthemum, know who opened it.
The slander must be drunk, and the wine has not awakened, and the sorrow has returned first.
With a long time, the golden wave gradually turned, and the white dew dot the moss.
Later born Yang Chengzhai (Wanli) Dao, speaking of words I also have a song, just in time, today is thirteen, Bamboo Moon Ming, I also come to a song:
Before the month arrived at The Chengzhai, first arrived at the Valley of the Wanhua River.
It is not a sincere fast, but a bamboo cultivation in a separate court.
It is only thirteen nights now, and the moon is like jade.
Not autumn light is brilliant, look at fifteen and sixteen.
The crowd laughed and laughed, sang and sang, and suddenly an old voice came from behind: The tiger is not threatening, and you are still a sick cat when the old man is a sick cat. Hearing that everyone looked back, it turned out to be Mr. Banshan of "Xianggong", everyone knew the awkwardness in Jiefu's personality, no one dared to be sloppy, they all came forward to greet An, and more dongpo brothers of the owner rushed forward to accompany the ceremony to apologize, all because of the large number of customers and neglected Xianggong, Wang Xiang put his hand on the hand and said: No obstacles, everyone is rarely happy, I can't stay out of the matter, the old man also came to a song (Yongzhu Song Wang Anshi):
People pity straight festival born thin, self-promised tall older and stronger.
It was once with artemisia and dew, and eventually followed the pine to the frost.
Everyone is silently chanting, all of them are admired, worthy of being a person who has been a minister, with a high degree of hardness, angularity, extraordinary temperament, and everyone's handwriting. Liang Jiu suddenly erupted into thunderous applause and said in unison, "Good! Wang Xiang's long hair fluttered away, and he said: I am not comfortable here, the old man is one step ahead, you have fun!
After Xiang Gong left, some people were even more wandering skeletons, at this time, one of them whispered: The contemptible people have several bamboo poems, please ask the elders to teach them. Everyone looked back, only to see a blue-shirted descendant with several paintings under his armpits, resembling a beggar, and everyone laughed loudly. Answer: Yes. The crowd said: I am a noble person, this is the meeting of officials and eunuchs, you are a small official in Weixian County, you have been stripped of your posts, how can you be integrated into our circle of rice? Ridiculous.
Zheng Xie said humbly: Please take a look at the seniors. As he spoke, he took out the first poem of a stack of poems from his armpits:
Verse after section, a thousand branches and leaves.
I don't flower, so I don't want to stir bees and butterflies.
Second track:
Weixian Bureau of Chinese painting bamboo presents Nian Bo Bao Da Zhongzhong
(Qing) Zheng Banqiao
Ya Zhai lay down to listen to Xiao Xiaozhu, suspected to be the voice of folk suffering;
Some small Wucao Prefecture county officials, one branch and one leaf are always concerned
Third song
Inscription
Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, all supported by old poles;
Next year there will be a new student, the Ten Dragon Sun around the Phoenix Pond.
The fourth song "Bamboo Stone"
Insist that the green mountain does not relax, and the root is in the broken rock;
Thousands of grinding blows are still strong, and Ren'er's east, west, south and north winds are strong.
The crowd did not pay attention to him, Shaoyou was a Gaoyou person, not far from Zheng Xiejia Xinghua, even if he was a fellow countryman, he had a heart of compassion, he went forward to attach his ear canal, old nephew, your wind and bones are too hard, how can they tolerate you? You still go!
Zheng Banqiao was furious, and wrote a book on the bluestone slab Du Zimei: Xinsong hates not high thousands of feet, and the evil bamboo should be cut off by two verses, throwing the pen away, and loudly saying: No wonder Du Gongbu is not with Er and others, a group of empty talkers who only know the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and do not know the suffering of the world, it is really insulting to the wind and bone of bamboo and the high festival. After saying this, his clothes fluttered and he went to Yangzhou to paint bamboo.
I love bamboo for no reason, innate, from the time I remember, when I saw bamboo, I would look at it more, and when I grew up, I would stare at bamboo and caress it. I love bamboo, I love its delicate and not kitschy charm; I love its upright and awe-inspiring extraordinary temperament; I love its high-minded, arrogant and self-respecting attitude towards the world. In today's environment of rampant materialism and serious pollution, bamboo can not change its original intention, live a clean and pure life, which is really convincing. When the Internet rose, my Internet name was Shouzhu Yugong, and a few years later I retired, went up to the mountain to make a bamboo knot, and became a real old man who guarded bamboo, accompanied by bamboo to old age.