Tang Du Fu's green bamboos are half full of reeds, and the new shoots come out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the wine is cool. The rain washes Juanjuan clean, and the wind blows fragrant. However, there is no cutting, and the clouds are long. Bamboo (Qing) Zheng Banqiao loves to plant flowers all over the world.

the southern strip crosses the northern leaf, and the new bamboo shoots are mixed with the old branches. The moonlight is sparse and dense, and the wind rises and falls.

it doesn't matter if you fly. But hate to follow the wind, the roots grow apart.

Bamboo (Liang. Liu Xiaoxian) Bamboo is born in the open air, and the clouds are everywhere. No one appreciates high morals, but he is self-faithful.

I'm ashamed to dye Xiang Fei's tears and go to the Gong Qin. Whoever makes flutes should spit dragons.

endowed with tender bamboo (Chen. Zhang Zhengjian) in front of the stage, Cui Yun's top clouds are self-clumping, and the tender bamboo shoots want to fly in the air. Build by laying bricks or stones curved horizontal branches to solve the problem repeatedly, and the steps come to disperse the wind from Ye Qiang.

if you want to know where to hold a dragon, you should be in Gebei Mountain Road. Yongzhu (Don Li Qiao) is a great poet, and Chan Juan is full of Shu Qi.

white flowers shake the wind shadow, and the green festival moves the dragon. Leaves sweep the southeast day, branches carry the northwest clouds.

who knows, when you are on the water in Hunan, you only think of your husband in tears. There are more than 1 poems (Tang Linghu Chu) planted with bamboo on the left side of Jun Zhai, and they live in the north window of planting bamboo, and the plain wall is newly reflected.

The green is close to the place where medicine should be administered, and the shade is deep enough to lie in front of the curtain. The wind scares the leaves like rain, and the branches like smoke when the moon is over.

Lao Tzu, remembering the mountain's heart, paused, retired from work and sat idly by to see Chan Juan. In autumn, the White Sands Pavilion frost bamboo (Don Xu Hun), which is rich in cuisines and different in Hunan.

the thin shadow of the moon moves to the wall, and the cold sound and wind are full. Roller blinds fall earlier, and high pillows are longer at night.

suddenly, I remember Qinxi Road, and it's getting cold today. When the bamboo shoots were first eaten, they were in the middle (Tang Shangyin), and the tender bamboo shoots first came out of the forest. Yu Ling's price was as heavy as gold.

There are countless imperial capitals, including land and sea, and they forbear to cut an inch of gold from Lingyun. Singing bamboo (Tang Zheng Gu) is suitable for smoke, rain and wind, and brushing the water to hide the village.

I moved Xiao Sao from the far temple, and washed him to clear the front peak. Invasive moss breaks down spring buds and bursts, and the winding path is slightly shaded by summer.

falsely claiming that apricot flowers are full of emotions, several branches are compatible with each other. Bamboo Wind (Tang Yanqian) Bamboo reflects the wind window in several arrays, which makes people worry about sitting and thinking endlessly.

I have a dream of rivers and lakes at night, all of which are dry like flowers. Kasugayama Zhongzhu (Don Pei Shuo) has several green poles that resemble dragons, so it is necessary to teach this place how to grow steeply.

Unlimited wildflowers can't bloom. Mid-levels cool colour and spring compete. Yongzhu (Tang Zhangbi) is full of trees and leaves, and Wang Sun never tires of being packed in court.

No one has seen Ling Shuang, so I treat Feng Lai humbly all day. Who can add romance and sing, and feel sorry for yourself?

Zhumen has a lot of leisure everywhere, just to move the clouds and caress the emerald moss. Shuang Yun Pavilion (Song Su Shi) could not help herself, and Chan Juan was old and cold.

if you want to see the meaning of the frost, you must wait until the autumn wind powder falls. All (Song Su Zhe) bamboos in Fuyuan are not born in cold areas, although they are often sick.

the roots are planted quietly, and the leaves are blooming fiercely. Chan Juan's snow and ice pose, scattered wind and sun shadow.

prosperity is lonely, and an enemy is a thousand hectares. It is reminiscent of the river, and the forest is on the cliff.

if there is no wind, it will drift, and the strategy will sound wild. In Hsinchu (Song Yang Wanli), the east wind ingeniously mended the remnant mountain, adding jade poles overnight.

Half-dressed, half-clothed. Long is afraid of the cold spring. Yong Dong Hu Hsinchu (Song Luyou) inserted spines and braided fences to protect them, and cultivated a cold blue reflection.

the breeze sweeps the ground in autumn, but I don't know if I will go in the afternoon. When the bamboo shoot shell falls off, hear the sound of rustling, bamboo jointing stage, the appearance of sparse and sparsely.

I want to come here frequently when I am free, but I still teach pillows everywhere. Wild bamboo (Yuan. Zhen Wu) Wild bamboo is absolutely lovely, and the branches and leaves are sparse.

I've spent my whole life guarding the distant hazelnut, walking over walls and cliffs and crossing rocks. With an open mind, I hold the river of the mountain, and the breeze Bai Yue chats.

What will happen to thousands of feet in the cold tip? It's windy and smoky in Weiquan. The song of new bamboo shoots (Ming Yue Dai) is full of yellow birds, and the new bamboo shoots under the forest are in harmony with people.

the spring breeze closes the door and walks away from the mountain rabbit, while the dew drops in the daytime surprise the bamboo chicken. Three days after the rain, spring has passed, and a few more are near the stone bed.

race to the top, regardless of the green moss breaking in front of the steps. Zhu Shi (Qing Zheng Xie) insisted that the green hills were not relaxed, and the roots were originally in the broken rocks.

you're still strong after thousands of blows, and you're free from the east, west, north and south winds. Bamboo (Qing. Zheng Xie) is knotted one after another, and thousands of branches accumulate thousands of leaves.

I don't bloom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies. My friend Liang Tiejun's Chivalrous Painting of Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Kang Youwei lived a Lingyun Festival, but he was still self-sustaining.

the north wind is often chilly, and the autumn air is inseparable. The leaves are still strong, but the soft branches are not blown.

I'm only bored with writing and being able, and the portrayal is particularly dripping. Preface to Bamboo Poetry Zhou Fangchun lived for three and a half years on New Year's Day in 1991, sitting quietly reading poems.

Chinese bamboo culture has a long history of thousands of years. Poetry is like a tidal wave, unable to read it carefully.

browse more than ten thousand volumes and compile more than ten thousand words. Ancient and modern bamboo poets often learn bamboo style.

modesty is the nature, and high morality is valuable for life. If the wind pole is not bent, the skin of the storm will be cleaner.

the cool department produces clear yin, and the cold keeps the emerald color. Bamboo and silk remain in history, and bamboo arrows shoot bears.

you need food, clothing, housing and transportation. The more outstanding the contribution, the more intense the felling.

if this wind persists, the bamboo forest will be completely destroyed. I compile bamboo poems and dedicate them to readers.

I advise you to cherish bamboo and promote its style. 2. Ten ancient poems about the moon

1. Silent Night Thoughts by Tang Li Bai

so bright a gleam on the foot of my bed, could there have been a frost already?. I raise my head to gaze at the moon, Lowering my head, my nostalgia comes around.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the enough paper in front of the bed, as if the ground was covered with frost. I couldn't help looking up at the bright moon in the sky outside the window that day, and I couldn't help but bow my head and think of my distant hometown.

2. Moonlit Night by Don Liu Fangping

The moonlight is deeper than half a family, and the Beidou is dry in the south. Tonight, I know that the spring is warm and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen.

The night is still deeper. The moonlight only illuminates half of people's houses, and the other half is hidden in the dark. The Big Dipper is tilted, and so is the Southern Dipper. I didn't know the coming of spring until tonight, because you heard the insects chirping outside the window screen that was reflected by leaves, and it was the first time that it reached the house.

3. Zhu Li Guan by Tang Wang Wei

leaning alone in the close bamboos, I am playing my lute and humming a song. Too softly for anyone to hear, except my comrade, the bright moon.

Translation: Sitting alone in a quiet bamboo forest, sometimes playing the piano and sometimes whistling. Who in the jungle knows I'm here? Only a bright moon accompanied me quietly.

4. a night-mooring on the jiande river by Don Meng Haoran

while my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin. The boundless expanse of the wilderness was still deeper than the trees, and the moon was close to the moon.

When the boat was moored in a misty continent, new worries came to the guest's mind at dusk. The wilderness is boundless and the sky is darker than a tree, and the river is clear and the moon is close to people.

5. The Frost Moon by Tang Li Shangyin

When I first heard about the wild geese, there was no cicada, and a hundred feet of high water reached the sky. Frost god Qingnv and the moon in the moon are not afraid of the cold, in the cold cream of the Kangetsu bucket, more than a beautiful and pure beauty.

As soon as I heard the chirping of wild geese traveling to the south, the cicada's chirping had disappeared. I climbed a hundred feet tall building and looked as far as I could, and the water and the sky were connected. The frost goddess Qingnv and Chang 'e in the middle of the month are not afraid of the cold, and they compete for beauty in the cold and frost in the cold month, and compare their beautiful looks.

6. Midnight Wu Ge Qiu Ge by Tang Li Bai

a slip of the moon hangs over the capital, ten thousand washing-mallets are pounding. The autumn wind blows the sound of Daoyi, every family remembers the people who guard the frontier. When will the border war be pacified and my husband end the expedition.

It's moonlight in Chang 'an, and thousands of families are making clothes. The autumn wind blows the sound of smashing clothes, and everyone misses the people guarding the border. When can we quell the border war and let my husband end his expedition?

7. Song Su Shi's Yangguanqu Mid-Autumn Moon

In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the real name was Xiao Qin Wang, and when it entered the cavity, it was Yangguanqu. The twilight clouds are overflowing and cold, and the silver man turns to the jade plate silently. This life is not a good night, where to see the bright moon next year.

As night falls, the clouds are exhausted, the world is full of cold, the milky way is silent, and the bright moon turns to the sky, as white as a jade plate. Every Mid-Autumn Festival night in my life, the moonlight is mostly covered by clouds, and I rarely encounter such beautiful scenery as today. It's really rare! But where will I watch the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival next year?

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Tang Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon to Send a Letter to Du Langzhong, the crows in Bai Shu in the atrium and the osmanthus fragrans in Coody Leng are silent. I don't know who Qiu Si will fall into tonight.

The moonlight in the Mid-Autumn Festival shone on the courtyard, and the ground seemed as white as a layer of frost and snow. The birds in the trees stopped making noise and fell asleep. Late at night, the cold autumn dew quietly wet the osmanthus in the court. Tonight, the bright moon is in the sky, and people are enjoying the moon. I wonder whose home the vast Qiu Si is?

9. on hearing a flute at night from the wall of shouxiang by Tang Liyi

Before returning to Yuefeng, the sand was like snow, and the moon outside the city was like frost. I do not know where to blow the desolate reed pipe, a night of looking at home.

Translation: The sand before returning to Yuefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed pipe is blowing, and all the people are looking at their hometown overnight.

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Don't dream of going to Xie's house, and the small corridor turns around. Only the sky spring moon is the most amorous, also for the people according to the courtyard flowers.

Don't dream of vaguely coming to Xie Jia, wandering under the railing of a small cloister. Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard for leaving people.

Expanded materials:

There are numerous poems about the moon everywhere, and there are many famous works: either depicting its graceful and charming posture, or expressing the feelings of lovesickness and parting, or feeling sad about one's life experience and the suffering of being displaced, or pouring out his broad-minded and chic mind, or pinning his ambition to help the world and serve the country, or expressing his concern for the universe and social life. 3. Poems or words describing bamboo and the moon

Original

an autumn evening in the mountains

Wang Wei

after rain the empty mountain, stands autumnal in the evening.

moonlight in its groves of pine, stones of crystal in its brooks.

bamboos whisper of washer-girls bound home, lotus-leaves yield before a fisher-boat.

and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?.

Explanation of words

1. Night, night. This refers to the evening.

2. whatever: whatever.

3. Huannv: a girl who washes clothes.

4 spring break: the youth of spring has withered. Rest: dissipate.

5. Wang Sun: It originally refers to the children of nobles, and later it also refers to the recluse, here refers to the poet himself.

translation

After a new rain, the green hills are particularly clear, and the weather is particularly cool in the autumn evening. The bright moon scattered mottled static shadows through the pine forest, and the clear spring water tinkled on the rocks.

The laughter of the washerwoman who came home came from the bamboo forest. The lotus has moved, and the fishing boat is throwing a net into the water. Let the wheatgrass in spring disappear at any time, and the wanderer can linger in the autumn.

Appreciation

This poem writes a fresh, quiet, tranquil and beautiful autumn evening scenery in the mountains. Wangchuan Villa, where Wang Wei lives, is located at the foot of Zhongnanshan Mountain, so it is called Mountain Residence. After an autumn rain, the autumn mountains are fresh and pleasant. It's near dusk, when the sun sets and the moon rises, the pine forest is quiet and the stream is clear, and the Huan girl returns and the fishing boat follows. Such a beautiful autumn scenery and elegant taste can make the prince and grandson linger and forget the world. This poem begins with the word "empty", which is elegant and elegant, setting an ethereal and clear tone for the whole poem. The whole poem is dynamic and static, which complement each other and complement each other. The moonlit pine forest is static, while the clear spring overflow is dynamic. The first four sentences are about the quietness of the autumn scenery, and five or six sentences are about the noise of the female fishing boat. The fourth part of the poem is about feeling, sight, hearing and feeling, which is interesting because of the image and emotional because of the scene. It is also worth noting that ancient scholars often used the clear autumn to write sadness, and this poem is a masterpiece of happy autumn. Guo Yun: "The color rhyme is absolutely clear." Interpretation of Tang Poems: "Elegance and lightness are interesting." Moment of Tang Poetry: "You Chengben entered from work and beauty, but he was dull at the end of his life, so he came to nature." A detailed explanation of the anthology of Tang poems, Wang Yunyiyun said: "The first thing is to write about the scenery of an autumn evening in the mountains, and then to talk about things, but not to be an official."

This famous landscape poem is full of poetry and painting, which embodies the poet's noble feelings and pursuit of ideal realm. The two couplets in the middle of the poem are both about scenery, but each has its own emphasis. Zhuan Lian focuses on writing things, which are fragrant and clear-minded; Neck couplet focuses on writing people, and hopes for political communication with people. At the same time, the two complement each other. Spring water, pine, bamboo and violet can be said to be the portrayal of the poet's noble sentiment and the environment of the poet's ideal realm.

Since the poet is so noble and noble, and he found a satisfactory paradise in the seemingly "empty mountain", he couldn't help saying, "and what does it matter that springtime has gone, while you are here, O Prince of Friends?!" Originally, "The Songs of Chu Recruit Hermits" said: "When Wang Sunxi returns, he can't stay in the mountains for a long time!" The poet's experience is just the opposite. He thinks that "in the mountains" is better than "in the DPRK", clean and simple, and he can stay away from officialdom and lead a totally clean life, so he decided to retire.

an important artistic technique of this poem is to express the poet's personality beauty and an ideal social beauty with natural beauty. On the surface, this poem only uses the method of "Fu" to model mountains and rivers, and makes a detailed and touching description of the scenery. In fact, it is full of comparison. The poet expresses his ambition through the description of the landscape, which is rich and intriguing.