The door to the thousand poles of bamboo, home collection of ten thousand volumes of books.
Bamboo people are not vulgar; no orchid room is sweet.
People have ambition, bamboo has restraint.
The only way to welcome visitors 30 years ago is to make a mighty contribution.
Dongyan is rich in pine and bamboo, and it's lucky to be home at the end of the year.
Millions of battles are still strong, Rener East-West north-south wind.
Three or two branches of peach blossom, the prophet of Spring River warm duck.
Good bamboo, thousand poles, a spoonful of water in Xinquan.
Bamboo blossoms and people move.
Bamboo baskets are empty.
After thousands of flowers and herbs withered, they were left to look in the snow.
This gentleman aspires to soar the sky blue, towering a hundred feet above the clouds.
Thousands of feet across the river and thousands of poles into the bamboo.
You have to live in a monarch's family, but you don't want to go to Jiahua Pool.
The green bamboo contains half a sheath, and the new shoots come out of the wall.
New bamboo is higher than old bamboo branches, supported by old trunks.