1, if the local characteristics of my hometown Sichuan are mouthwatering spicy hot pot, Q Meng's national treasure panda, fairyland Jiuzhaigou, majestic and beautiful Emei Mountain, and countless others. But in my opinion, the bamboo basket, which seems to be the most common object, can also be used as a representative of Sichuan local characteristics!
2. In the past, the mountain road was rugged, the traffic was inconvenient and the economy was underdeveloped. It is necessary to bring some vegetables or fruits from home to the market in exchange for the items needed for life. It is inconvenient to walk long mountain roads and carry them on your shoulders. As a result, the industrious and intelligent people in their hometown used dexterous hands to draw materials from local areas and woven bamboo baskets with bamboo sticks. By extension, bamboo baskets have evolved into various household appliances with different uses. Some are as big as huts for food, some as small as palms for fish and seeds, and some are several feet high for children or sundries. This unpretentious bamboo basket, seemingly simple and simple, is actually an indelible memory of the people in my hometown for a lifetime.
3. To make bamboo baskets, we must first select the strongest bamboo as raw material, and then cut it down countless times to make bamboo strips, which are woven by craftsmen's dexterous hands. Most bamboo baskets are square at the bottom, round at the top, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, about 2-3 feet high. There are two brown belts on one side of the bamboo basket. Because of its exquisite production and excellent technology, it is still solid and reliable after years of wind and rain.
The song Little Basket, which our teacher taught us to sing when we were young, is no stranger to everyone. The small basket was round, and my mother carried me down the diaojiao building. Exploring in the mountains for the first time, picking wild vegetables, listening to birds and playing in the stream. The small basket is round. My mother carries me to the other side of the mountain. My grandmother eats warm rice cakes and listens to folk songs and village flutes by the bridge. When she is tired of playing, she sleeps in the basket. Sweet dreams are unforgettable.
I still remember clearly that when I was a child, my father carried me to the market with a basket. Before I left home, I couldn't restrain my excitement and jumped into the bamboo basket. My father's strong and dark back carried me along the quiet forest path, listening to cicadas and birds singing all the way. Under the rising sun, I naughty through the gap in the forest, caught the mottled light scattered on my father's shoulder. Before we reached the market, we heard the vendors' cries. I craned my neck in the basket and looked around. When I arrived at the market, I saw dazzling groceries, bustling crowds and colorful lollipops in exchange for naughty tears. All this is my first window to the outside world.