Ah, you have a festival before you are unearthed, and you are still humble until the height of Ling

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Mr. Guan Hua is a famous writer, poet, calligrapher and painter in China. We are familiar with his works such as the songs "Listen to My Mother Tell About the Past" and "Our Field". Novella ** "Little Hero Rain Comes" and so on.

Guan Lao's ink bamboo is unique in the painting world, with a unique style, characterized by thick dry and large leaves, supporting the sky and the ground. Therefore, the poet Ai Qing wrote an inscription that temporarily said: "People are like their bamboo, bamboo is like their people, I love their bamboo, and I love their people even more."

Bamboo Song" tube birch.

Just as a poet writes from the depths of emotion and truth, I describe the strong bamboo that grows from the depths of the earth.

I looked at your spiky bamboo shoots in amazement, and stubbornly pushed through the stiff hard soil that pressed against your head. In the blink of an eye, he grew as thick as your ancestors, and made the same sound of Xiao Xiao Jinshi. Ah, you have already had a festival before you were unearthed, and you are still humble until the height of Lingyun.

Your purity reminds people of the morning dew and the shadows of the clouds on the grassland after the rain. Your green branches and green leaves show the most simple beauty of nature, and the honesty, loyalty and steadfast love of countless people have been preserved in the legends of your generations.

In the palace of spring, the peach blossoms that chase and have fun with the pink butterflies, the violets that cling to other things, and the peonies that boast of wealth and wealth have long been sunk in the mundane desert. The unique bamboo, like the immortal pine and cypress, stands in the vast mountains; There are thousands of peaks on it, and there are hundreds of abysses below, experiencing the changes of wind and clouds. In the storm of fate, you roar over the blue waves, hitting the raging sea of clouds.

Your whole body glows with electricity, and your roar engulfs the electricity. In order to give the world the green of spring, you are more lush in the frost and ice. Under the scorching sun of life, you send people a cool breeze on a summer day.

Every time I step on the mountain path covered by wild grass and walk into the bamboo forest with deep shade and sun, you sway the green branches and leaves, sweeping away the dust accumulated in my soul. The sound of the tinkling spring water in the fresh morning mist, and the melodious call of the birds, my heart melted into boundless silence.

I sit on a mossy rock, depicting a chic and tall bamboo, may your sentiments and virtues be hidden in the depths of my life.

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When it is not unearthed, there is a festival first, and there is no intention to go to Lingyun.

Ge Pi began to transform with the dragon, and the valley chatted with the phoenix.

The moon is clear and the night is eternal, and the poor prince is the only one who knows him.

Author: WNC7188 - Protector Level 15 7-15 23:14 Zhu Qing Zheng Banqiao.

When it was not unearthed, there was a festival, and it was still humble when it was sold in Lingyun.

From the Song Dynasty poet Xu Tingyun's Qi Shukai "Yongzhu".

The full text is as follows: Regardless of the pavilion and the mountains and forests, Aier is only a thousand acres of shade.

When it was not unearthed, there was a festival, and it was unintentional to go to Lingyun in the spring.

Ge Pi began to transform with the dragon, and the valley chatted with the phoenix.

The moon is clear and the night is eternal, and the poor prince is the only one who knows him. Whispering.