On self-creation of five-character bamboo poems

1. Five-character bamboo poems

Five-character poem about bamboo 1. Five-character bamboo poems

On the high bamboo near the water, you gather high bamboo near the water, and the flowers are in the shade of the cliff. As a virtuous girl, you should have a heart of a gentleman. Chunyang is not self-flattering, and the dew is long and deep. ChristianRandPhillips used to play drums and harp, and she was disappointed to realize Cen. Cold bamboo article Fu Ruo Jin Han Zhu Yi Xi, Shi Sheng He Leilei. Because the land is thick, the scenery is sprinkled in spring, and the branches and leaves are brilliant. The matter of solving the valley, the gentleman falls in love and is deeply pregnant with the sea of clouds. Bamboo naturally dares to move, but people dare not change. I want to say, I will close the factory, but I won't hurt the firewood. The snow on the bamboo head in Fang Zhimin is low, and I want to get wet. Since the red sun, I still live in harmony with the sky. Zhu Wangwei was leaning alone in the dense bamboo. I was playing the piano and humming, and my voice was too low. No one could hear me except my partner Mingyue. Zhu has been to Japan. There is no one in the world. There is Cimu Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where rocks are piled up across the river, with steep bank walls and rapid winds. Bamboo produced in the mountains, round and sparse, can be regarded as flute pipes. Wild bamboo is full of stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang. The emerald color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. Long Ge has never heard of it, so you should play it well. Never learn from the willow tree, always be loyal. The shade is cooler than a bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew fragrant. However, there is no cutting, so I will meet the cloud. Liu Zongyuan, Gong Xunyuan The dangerous bridge of Kuzhu Bridge in Wu Yong is a secluded path, which fills the air and runs through the forest. It is humble to share bitter festivals. Overlooking the trickle, you can listen to the rustling songs. This is a sunny swimming pool. Generally speaking, it is not enough to know the valley. There are few old friends at home. Who wants to cook fish together? Hsinchu Yuanzhen's new hairpin can only solve this problem, and the cool color is green. Ran Ran floating condensed powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind. This is not a cluster. Only reunion festivals are the same, and firmness is the same. Newly planted bamboo and white colts are easy to help the city, and autumn grass grows behind closed doors. How to entertain?

2. Complete poems and ancient poems describing bamboo.

Zhu Shi (Qing. Zheng Xie)

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks.

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.

Bamboo (Dongpo, Su Song)

Eating without meat is better than living without bamboo;

No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar.

Zhu Yong (Fu Bangru)

Breaking ground, Lingyun is getting higher and higher, and the cold drive is leading all the way.

Don't shed tears of passion, wish to melt ice and snow for Chunshan.

Singing bamboo (seven laws)

Small bridges and flowing water around the hut make it comfortable to live and settle down. The wind destroys the body, the roots are still upright, the snow presses the waist and the branches are stronger.

Being famous, I always keep the festival, and my heart is empty and dark. Not afraid of frost and heat, it is beautiful in spring, summer, autumn and winter.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

3. Poems describing bamboo (4 sentences)

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.

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.

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.

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.

Hotels in Yan Zheng sing bamboo and Du Fu.

The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle.

The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. But without cutting, I will meet the clouds.

Liu Zongyuan, Kuzhu Qiaoyuan.

Gao Qiao is connected with a faint path, winding through the sparse bamboo forest. Share hardships and be humble. Overlooking the trickle,

Listen to the rustling songs. Clouds in the pool, birds in the mountains. I'm afraid Tianjin won't be needed. The habitat is much cooler.

Zhu Deyu

Wild bamboo has its own path, more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs are covered with layers of mounds, reflecting the clear canal sadly.

Looking at Lin Jing at sunset, Zhigu is popular. There are few old friends at home, who wants to cook fish together?

Yuan Zhen Xin Zhu

Cool colors are in full bloom. Ran Ran floating coagulate powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind.

It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithful size.

4. Poems about bamboo

Wang Wei in Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song.

It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Julie Pavilion Pei Di has been to Julie Pavilion to have a blind date with Taoism.

There are only birds in and out of the mountain, but no one on earth. Mother Bamboo Li Bai There is Mother Mountain in the north of dangtu county, where there are stones and rivers, the shore wall is steep and the wind and waves are rough.

Its mountains produce bamboo, which is round and sparse, and can be regarded as a flute tube with sound and tone. Wild bamboos accumulate stones, and smoke reflects Dao Jiang.

The emerald color is deep, and the virtual vocal cords are cold early. Long Ge has never heard of it, so you should play it well.

Don't learn from the willow tree, always protect yourself. Yan Jia, Du Fu's bamboo is half-hidden, and new shoots are out of the wall.

The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance.

But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. Liu Zongyuan's dangerous bridge, Gong Xunyuan's Wu Yong Kuzhu Bridge, is a secluded path that winds through the sparse forest.

Share hardships and be humble. Bend down to look at the thin stream under the bridge and look up to listen to the rustling of bamboo in the mountains.

Clouds in the pool, birds in the mountains. I'm afraid Tianjin won't be needed. The habitat is much cooler.

Bamboo Trail Li Deyu Wild Bamboo has its own trail, which is more than three miles around the stream. Scattered bombs are covered with layers of mounds, reflecting the clear canal sadly.

Looking at Lin Jing at sunset, Zhigu is popular. There are few old friends at home, who wants to cook fish together?

The new hairpin of Hsinchu Yuanzhen is the only solution, and the cool color is in full bloom. Ran Ran floating coagulate powder, rustling gradually attracted the wind.

It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithful size.

The newly planted bamboo white house is easy to make the city uncomfortable, and the grass grows behind closed doors. How to entertain the wild and plant more than 100 bamboos.

Seeing this exciting color reminds me of my feelings in the mountains. Sometimes in my spare time, I will walk around the fence all day.

Don't say that the roots are not strong, and don't say that the yin is not successful. I already feel that there is more than one clear sign in the yard.

I love leaning against the window and the sound of autumn wind branches. Enjoy people playing with snow peaches. After the south spring rain, look at the snow frost.

All kinds of people are also in the fog, modest and self-sustaining Drunk with Jinxian, sad with flying early.

You can enjoy it when you are old, and you will be amazing when you are young. Ran's younger brother, Meng Haoran and I have forged a lifelong friendship with Ersanzi.

Be ambitious, come through thick and thin, and have a bird heart. Escape is false, and the breeze is in the bamboo forest.

Da is interested in wine and occasionally plays the piano. Qi Yiling lived in seclusion, and Li Sheyin and Guo Yishan were deep all the way.

Never addicted to things, he worked hard to move his family to the bamboo forest to make a fuss, which led to Li He and Ling Lun picking bamboo for twenty-four. Linglun received it from Kunqiu, and Xuanyuan imperial edict was divided into twelve parts.

Linglun used it to correct the melody, and Xuanyuan used it to adjust the vitality. At that time, the Yellow Emperor went to heaven with 23 tubes of salt.

Only one pipe is left to blow, and nothing can be taken care of. This pipe is buried in Yu Shun Temple. A friend of mine, Ting Jianwu, went to Xuanzhou to see that kind of jade. It seems that your home is full of Ting Zhu.

Guests don't need to breathe the breeze, they are cool and self-sufficient here. Hsinchu, Hanyu bamboo shoots and Nanzhu bamboo shoots are becoming increasingly clear.

The light green festival has been frosted, and the yellow buds are still covered with green. Five or six came out of the slaughterhouse, and three or four came out of the family.

The high standard is Ling Qiuyan and Tong Zhensheng's spring rhyme. It's rare that life is skillful in mending forests, and there are doubts and disputes in generate.

At first glance, the vertical and horizontal lines go hand in hand, and there is no time for romance. Dewdrops shed tears before the wind blows.

Who can play with me and stare at the empty scene? Topic Liu Xiucai Hsinchu Du Mu's stems are as beautiful as jade, and the morning mist is green.

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? When eating bamboo shoots for the first time, Li Shangyin's tender and fragrant buds came out of the forest first, and the price of the five tombs was as heavy as gold.

Imperial capital, land and sea, should be countless, endure an inch of Lingyun heart. On the bamboo in front of Zhengchang Shili Hall, Jia Daoqing's bamboo is in the poem wine, and he meditates endlessly.

The branches are scattered with low snow, and the leaves are covered with sub-cold wind. Xiaosa suspects that spring has passed, but he has the same way.

Roots are invaded and unearthed, and bamboo shoots next door are clustered. Outside the screen window, the sound-clearing room is in the middle.

See the shutter all day long, and the pillow is the same for several years. Wan Qing sings the prince, and Qian Gong accompanies Ruan Gong.

Expose the pity film, and the rain will love it. Jiegu is quite Hubei, and Xiangchuan dominates Shuidong.

He Ruxuan is on the edge of the threshold, and the sky is clear. Yu Wang, the official bamboo house, said that whoever planted hundreds of poles would rain, and the accompanying song was called Idle Official.

Don't compete with Yao Yan for spring scenery. Stay alone and be afraid of the cold. The sound blows the piano bed to create elegance, and the shadow invades the chess game to help Qing Huan.

Even if the toilet is demolished next year, it will still be seen in the snow this winter. Ting Zhiyuan moved a group of flowers to plant this gentleman, making the court more cold and clean.

In summer, I am bored around, and there is a breeze to borrow from my neighbors. Chanting about Jinzhujiangtang, it was deserted all the way, and it was suspected to be a forest.

Those who are greedy for their husbands, or those who have railings, see gold and don't repair it. Song Qi, a bamboo tree, is different from others by pruning its tips, but refuses to pick them.

There is a straight day, but there is no empty heart. Zizhu Xiuzhu is produced in the southwest of Mei, and its color is different from green.

Cut the flute to reflect the sandalwood lips, and lead the branches to leave the phoenix. Move from a thousand miles, not into a valley.

I love planting bamboo Zhai Sima Guang, and I also borrow Zhai to plant bamboo. One day is indispensable, and chic is always in sight.

The snow and frost confessed, and Ke Ye did not change his mind. Better than Shi Jilun, coral is full of golden valley.

There are four pavilions in Huazang Academy dedicated to bamboo and Wang Anshi, with a long aftertaste. 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 sought the frost with pine and cypress. I'm tired of plants that take root and sprout. I want to ask Linglun to learn from Phoenix.

There are bamboos in Qujiang, Lv Tao, Zhu Jin. The color is dark yellow. People in the village look at Zhu Jin. Xiuzhu is lovely and in a golden situation.

Heaven and earth are in harmony, and frost and snow are strong. Coriolus versicolor has a knot, and chestnut jade is planted into a forest.

Looking back at Weichuan, the mountains are surrounded by greenery. Bamboo Xuan Shen Liao ancients loved to repair bamboo, and they were chic in Youxuan.

Strong sense of rhythm, clear and not vulgar voice. The spring war is trivial, and the autumn wind shakes dry.

Who knows Wei Chuanfu, a thousand acres can be crowned. Zhu Yong Wei Xiang, this gentleman is firm and natural. How can he know that the demon flowers dominate the porch, the light frost does not fall, and the jade is flawless.

If you don't grow in spring, there will be many branches and leaves. Where there is land, there are big roots. Whoever recommends cutting the sound in the Qing Palace will surely get Jia Mu. Singing bamboo is the same as writing bamboo.

Sen cold, clean green. By the Xiangjiang River, Wei Shui Qu.

Curtain green brocade, spear jade. With an open mind, different plants and trees are more energetic than any wood.

Turn the dragon stick into the fairy valley and call the phoenix to sing the holy valley. Yuee towel net, wind girl Su.

Drinking in the forest breaks the shadow and shakes the gold, and playing chess on the stone clears the shade. Dr. Qu drove the pepper orchid away, and Mr. Tao came back to find Songju.

If the random movement is invincible to you, the natural and unrestrained posture is immoral to the servant. There are three bamboo poles in front of the window of the library, and the wind blows all over the yard.

Always in front of you, don't be tired of it, but it should be difficult to turn it into a dragon. No matter who says you are poor, use bamboo.

Yinggu has thousands of shots and never had a song. Huang Tingjian, who grows bamboo with his teacher Hou, is hiding in this city. This gentleman is a true friend.

When the roots are gone, bamboo shoots are made. The painting dragon Gepi left and the wind blew.

The grass is barren and three paths are broken. See you at the end of the year. Hsinchu Langgan, Hui Hong's books against the wall, suddenly planted Hsinchu in the forest.

Yesterday, Xiao Xuan gained territory, but it troubled jiayue to smash gold. Planting a Bamboo Pavilion Fan Chengda sweeps and publicizes this gentleman, and the green dust gives birth to smoke under the moon.

He is full of cool breeze. Don't forget to borrow Zhu Yizhai this year.

5. Poems about bamboo