Walking into the bamboo sea in southern Sichuan, breathing the air with the fragrance of bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest, it is refreshing, like a canoe rippling in the sea surrounded by bamboo, the wind is blowing wet, and there is a fresh bamboo green smell. Being in this bamboo world really makes you feel the beauty of nature, happily bathing in the bamboo sea and washing the worries of rolling red dust ...
Wandering in the bamboo sea, the air is fragrant, refreshing and open-minded; Roaming in the bamboo sea, laughter jumps between bamboo waves, and happiness lingers between bamboo springs; Roaming in the sea of bamboo, the noise and impetuousness in the world, fame and fortune troubles will all be drowned out.
When I come here in spring, the flowers in the bamboo forest are in full bloom, and the fragrant wildflowers are smiling among the bamboos, which complement each other and compete with the bamboo. In the spring scenery, bamboo shoots sprouted out of the ground, full of vitality, and generate showed an upward spiritual character.
When you come here in the golden autumn, the bright sunshine under the emerald canopy sprinkles the passion of love on you, and the bamboo with various customs is a warm hug to you. The confusion of life, sultry troubles and human confusion are all forgotten together.
When you come here in winter, green still hides your sight, but bamboo sticks bow their heads like catkins, set up the shape of a crescent moon, and unite to communicate and talk. In just a few days in a year, snowflakes are fluttering, wrapped in silver and colorful, and bamboo branches are bent with joy like tourists.
The misty days come here, the smoke waves are vast and the dew soaks into your heart. In the mysterious fog and haze, misty peaks, like shy bamboo girls, interpret the romantic mood of magical dreams.
When the sun sets, waves of fragrant wind raise pieces of bamboo leaves. The dense bamboo forest is swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound. There is also a stream in the bamboo forest, and the cool spring water flows quietly, which is really fairy-like.
In sunny days, the bamboo forest is green and verdant. The sun shines through the bamboo leaves, and the wind blows, and the slender branches and leaves dance lightly. At this time, you can hear the rustling bamboo language ...
The bamboo in the rain is clear and refreshing, and it has a fragrance mixed with the soil ... Take a deep breath, soak into the heart and stay fragrant for a long time ... The bamboo forest diffuses an intoxicating psychedelic charm in the rain, which seems to be hidden by a fairy ... Hold the oil-paper umbrella on the bluestone broken road, accompanied by the pleasant singing of birds, and walk lightly, which scares the fairy and disturbs the comfort and silence.
10 Look at that thin and dense bamboo forest, which is evergreen all the year round, light and delicate, and has never been unearthed with nodes, thin leaves and sparse nodes; Snow can't be crushed, and the wind can't be broken.
1 1 The Zhushan Mountain in spring is full of vitality. You can visually observe the vividness of that life. Even if there is frost and snow on the ground, you will be delighted to find that the tenacious life has sprouted a sharp head. It only takes one night to grow two or three centimeters. In a few months, she has become a slim girl. At that time, I once marveled at the rapid growth of bamboo, looked at them blankly, and secretly thought, how good it would be to grow into a slim girl in a few months!
12 Zhushan is a cool world in summer, and it is certainly a good place to escape from the summer. When I go to school, I will go to my hometown for the summer vacation every year, and I will shuttle through the bamboo forests, which has an indescribable joy. I like to listen to the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves, like to smell the faint fragrance of bamboo dew, and prefer to lie among bamboo forests and watch the elegant posture of bamboo. I used to think that bamboo must be changed by fairies. Look at their slender figure, long and fluttering like a girl's hair, always so elegant and generous, which really fascinates me. What's more, the bamboo mountain is full of all kinds of beautiful mountain flowers, and they are like the embroidered shoes of the bamboo fairy, which are dazzling in beauty.
13 The bamboo mountain in autumn is lively. After spring and summer, bamboo has become a useful material. The villagers either cut it down and transport it to the city to make building materials, or cut it down to make toilet paper. Some skilled craftsmen also make bamboo into various utensils, such as bamboo mats, bamboo baskets, bamboo baskets ... I'm afraid you can't think of it, otherwise it can be made of bamboo. And those unfinished dried bamboos have become the favorite matches of the villagers. Go to the mountain people's home from the bamboo fork and bamboo flat used to dry clothes at the door to the bamboo pillow and bamboo mat in the room, and then to the bamboo chopsticks and chopsticks brush in the kitchen. Bamboo really plays a role everywhere.
14 The Zhushan Mountain in winter is not silent. Although there are often scenes of snow pressing bamboo branches, ice flowers are formed on the leaves and branches of the ice, and her beauty is no less than that of the pine in the north. When I was a child, I saw that adults would go to the bamboo forest after snowing. I thought they would always follow them when they went to enjoy the snow. Seeing them shake the snow off the bamboo from time to time, they regarded it as a very fun game at that time, only when they grew up did they realize that the villagers were worried that the snow would crush the bamboo! This gentle shake saved a life, and sometimes love is as simple as that, as long as you reach out.
15 bamboo is covered with a green coat all year round, especially after the spring rain, Hsinchu is soaring and green. The toughness and vitality of bamboo are quite tenacious, and the wind keeps blowing and the heavy snow can't crush it. I have been in contact with it a lot on weekdays, and I am familiar with its habits. Sometimes in summer, when I watch a storm sweep through the bamboo forest, I will worry about the branches of bamboo that almost touch the ground. Have the branches and leaves been broken by destruction? But after the rain has cleared, I can still see the tall and unyielding bamboo standing there, as if I had never experienced the baptism of wind and rain at all; Sometimes the cold in winter can only make the bamboo leaves darker and greener in the bleak season. What an indomitable soul lurks under the weight of white snow.
16 I remember that every spring, I often play with my younger brothers in the bamboo forest and break off some newly unearthed bamboo shoots to take home; Those bamboo shoots poked around like mushrooms, and seemed to wake up from sleep. It was so cute to look at these newly unearthed bamboo shoots. When breaking the bamboo shoots, the dew on the grass next to them rolled down one after another. At that time, I, the heart of a child, was asking: Are the grass in tears begging us not to break off their partners, so that I couldn't bear to break them off, and sometimes I looked at them stupidly, as if I were waiting for them to talk.
17 sometimes in rainy days, catch toads in bamboo forests. Sometimes in order to catch a few toads, my body is soaked through by the rain; That bamboo always plays jokes on us, often tearing off the felt hat we bring or tearing the raincoat we wear, but we are never angry with it and still love to play and frolic in the bamboo forest as usual.
18 Sometimes I really miss the bamboo forest and the sound of rain in the bamboo forest, so I put a song "Bamboo Forest Listening to Rain" in my computer to solve the entanglement in my heart. Let the long piano sound with annoying thoughts, stay away from the complicated floating world, fly out of the window and roam the sky, close your eyes and listen to the music, which makes you feel relaxed and happy: it is like hearing the gurgling sound of running water in your ear, as if it is echoing between the towering green hills, washing the dust and being clean and cumbersome. A series of rolling music, accompanied by the clear water, came from the sky. I feel a feeling of floating on the green clouds, light as the wind and infatuated. All the troubles floated out of those nine days with the rain of the green bamboo forest, and my heart was filled with infinite comfort.
19 the bamboos on the mountain are swaying in the wind, making a beautiful sound, like who blew a huge bamboo flute and played a deep music.
These bamboos are all of the same thickness and length, like sisters born in the same year, slender, straight and graceful.
2 1 There are so many mountains in Jinzhai, which are really beautiful. Many hills are covered with bamboo. Dense bamboo leaves bend the bamboo rafters and form a ball. The bamboo balls on the slope overlap with those under the slope, looking like green waves. If it's sunny and windy, the green waves are rolling and the leaves are making a thousand noises, it's probably another feeling.
Behind the house is a large bamboo forest, which extends all the way to the mountains. On the low slope in the distance, the dense bamboo leaves make the bamboo ends hang down, forming a mass, such as the green water waves surging in the bamboo sea. Between the hillsides everywhere, in the fields and villages below, there is a big round water margin, which looks like blue from afar. The wind whizzed past, and the shade was almost cool. The cuckoo and partridge's cries were separated by a sound, and they came with the wind far away.
Among the bamboos, the closest relationship with us is the wild bitter bamboo and water bamboo (in fact, I can't tell them apart), because after all, there is no bamboo forest at home, and the number of bamboo shoots to eat is limited. They are all thin, and bamboo poles are only as thick as little fingers. Bamboo branches are so smooth and straight. Fold a strong bamboo branch about one foot long and sharpen both ends with a knife, which is our knitting needle.
In winter in my hometown, I came down from the mountain in the dark, and the bamboo forests on both sides of the path. The snow that has not been melted for many days will bend the bamboo low, and the planetesimals overhead will be fine and dense. I remember when I was a child, I also crossed a path where bamboos were bent like a vault by snow. It was the morning of school, and the person I walked with was my sister. There were no footprints of a third person in the snow, only the wires covered with snow like calamus sticks were rustling with snow.
I didn't have much hope for the growth of this pot of water bamboo. When I just bought it back, there was a bunch of extremely slender bamboo poles. Later, the leaves on the bamboo pole gradually turned yellow and gradually shrank. I think it somewhat destroyed the artistic conception of green. Because I like the green color, and I like the green and vibrant scene. So I cut the yellow branches that were not harmonious from the bottom. In this way, all that remains is the bamboo tips that have broken ground and grown soon. Although the bamboo tips of these survivors are extremely attractive in color, they are short and fat, less than 20 cm, and their leaves are stretched out at a low level, which is far from my impression of "repairing bamboo".
I also found that at the root of it, where the bamboo pole had been cut off before, several sharp bamboo shoots appeared one after another in the past few days, which were also yellow and yellow, and they were stretching high day by day. I like their fresh and delicate appearance, and I like their youthful appearance. Every bamboo tooth is a fresh life, and they may grow into slim bamboo poles. Now I no longer have any doubts about their height, and I firmly believe that they have this strength.
The most rainy day is the most light rain. Thousands of drops of rain, dream porcelain generally delicate and quiet awake. Hit the swaying bamboo leaves. And I sat alone on the stone bench in front of my house. Listen to an incomprehensible music. Looking forward to the flower fairy passing through the forest tops and coming through the rain with a smile.
Hollow thoughts are just a rain. Mother lost a green fruit by the bamboo forest in March. I can't find any trace of it. The rain on the bamboo leaves is transparent. The sound of rain resounded through the bamboo forest.
28 a day, passing through the calligraphy and painting market. See a huge bamboo forest painting. Green bamboo, green shadow dumped on the edge of ripples, fresh as the morning after the rain. A brown path winds and hides. Green March, then gently left the pen.
From then on, under the glass of the desk, this bamboo forest was also full of pressure.
Bamboo is vigorous, fresh, full of vitality and vigorous. When the spring breeze hasn't melted the residual cold of winter, new bamboo shoots sprout quietly on the ground. After a spring rain, bamboo shoots break through the ground and point to the sky. The so-called "one foot clear and one foot Grain Rain" is a portrayal of her youthful vigor and vitality. When the spring breeze blows away layers of bamboo shoots, she looks like a lively little girl, standing in the bright spring. In midsummer, she stretched her long arms, shook up a rich piece of green yarn, and danced in the breeze, which made her graceful. When the summer is cold, she is still lush and green, smiling at the wind, frost, snow and rain. No wonder Bai Juyi left such a beautiful sentence in "Bamboo on the Window": "A thousand flowers and a hundred herbs wither and stay in the snow." Bamboo has a spring that will never disappear.
300, in the sea of bamboo, I saw the green and tall old bamboo, like a warrior wrapped in armor, while the curved new bamboo was like a tender girl; Looking up, the square array of bamboo forests is like a team, which spans Ma Feige's corps in rows. However, when you stroll along the paths of Maozhu on both sides, the bamboo leaves gently stroke your face, which is so gentle, quiet and elegant. Flexibility and flexibility, which is another character of bamboo. "Don't be afraid that the snow will lower your head, and when the red sun returns, you will rush to Xiao Han; Mo Tao's soil is short, and when the green tip is exposed, it will stab the sky. " This pair of couplets shows bamboo's broad mind and open-minded and cheerful personality.
3 1 But there are so many bamboos that it seems that there are no other plants there except bamboo. Actually, it's not that there is nothing, but that you can't see it. From a distance, we can see several hills, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. No, from the beginning of the flat, they are all covered with bamboo. One layer after another, not only can you not tell bamboo branches, bamboo leaves and bamboo leaves, but even houses, paths and bridges can't be seen, as if they were all submerged by the ocean of bamboo. When a gust of wind blows, there are dark waves surging on the bamboo sea, pushing one wave after another and rushing far away. It is difficult for you to know how deep the tender blue and dark green bamboo sea is. Just look at the ups and downs of the bamboo waves and its momentum, which means that it is very deep.
The tall bamboo forests on both sides are too dense to see the bottom, covering the sky above the road. At the moment, the sun is fierce, but I can't feel it here at all, as if I were walking through a submarine tunnel in the sea of bamboo. If it weren't for local friends to lead the way, I'm afraid I would get lost soon, because in my opinion, the roads and paths in bamboo forests and even bamboo trees are almost the same, and there are no signs or street names on the roads. Sometimes I see a bunch of bamboo like a screen in front of me blocking the way, and I think it's the end. But when we got to the front, the clump of bamboos suddenly moved away like an organ set, and we have found another mountain road to let out, which is a bit like "a village with a bright future."
Facing the vast ocean of bamboo in the bamboo dock, I can see that the whole world is green, and I can't hear any other sound except the nearby bamboo leaves swaying in the breeze.
Seen from a distance, it is gloomy, overlapping and endless. Looking closer, some of them are straight and straight, like the sentry posts on the hills of the year; Some of them are dense, like the raiders of the Lost Ark, and some of them seem to be slim and graceful just after they were born, so they don't have a look.