Bamboo

Zhu Wenlin

The green bamboo surrounding the small village has only remained in my memory like my childhood. The continuous bamboo forest makes the ancient The small waterside villages are transformed into a green world, and the curling bamboos stretch towards the sky, like the unattainable dreams of my childhood. They seem like the pruning bamboo leaves have cut away the spring, summer, autumn and winter one by one, leaving only fragments of broken memories. The passionate warm breeze brings the fragrance of bamboo to your nose, refreshing your heart and mind. Incomparably pure, it melts into deep memories and is always recalled.

The days of swaying bamboo shadows are gone. Only the bamboo mats with beautiful patterns still accompany me in the summer when I am afraid of the heat. The lifeless bamboo is used as a tool for drying clothes. , years of sun and rain, it has long lost its original green color and turned into a yellowed memory.

I didn’t see the bamboo blooming either, but it really disappeared in front of me. Maybe children nowadays no longer need such bamboo forests, and they have more expensive toys. They are both only children, and their parents are not worried about letting them enter the bamboo forest because there are more or less dangers in the bamboo forest. I have also encountered snakes in the deep bamboo forest.

The noble nature of bamboo may be the real reason for its disappearance. One day, a small chemical factory was built next to the small village, and from then on, bamboo went extinct. People are just as happy without bamboo, which is the result of economic boom. However, the bamboo forest occupies a large part of my heart. In the bamboo forest, I lived my carefree childhood, my laughter and my happiness.

Fresh bamboo shoots are my favorite food, and the rice dumplings wrapped in bamboo shoots are so fragrant. As the sun sets, flocks of birds are the target of my pursuit. Although all I have in my hand is a slingshot made of a few rubber bands, and the pebbles fired may not be able to hit the birds, I am still excited. Indescribable. Climbing bamboo, swinging, digging bird's nests... Bamboo's elegance and purity have created an indissoluble bond with literati, to the point where "it is impossible to live without bamboo". Plant a clump of bamboo in the yard, which not only brings you green, but also adds elegance to life, so there is a saying "The new bamboo is untied, and the cold color has become green. Slowly turning to pink, Xiao Xiao gradually introduces The wind blows through the sky, but there are only a few clusters of trees, each of which is strong and small. "", "There are two or three clusters lying near the window, which add to the quietness and beauty of the moonlight, and the sound of the cold jade." The wind shakes the air, and Concubine Xiang's eyes are full of tears. It's because Ziyou prefers you, and she is humble and honest in the snow." Yuan Zhen and Liu Jian expressed the quietness and steadfastness of Hsinchu. It is so vivid that it reminds people of a small house hidden in the mountains. Those green bamboo clumps are all the decorations. The hermits are like immortals and divine guests, drinking tea and admiring bamboos in the courtyard. This is probably It must be the beauty of the otherworldly wonderland that we have been fed since childhood.

Literati love bamboo not only for its beauty, but also for its nobility, its upright character, and its resistance to wind, frost, and cold. This is what literati and scholars pursue throughout their lives, and it is also the foundation of life. . "The branches are low under the weight of snow, but they are not so low as to reach the mud; once the red sun rises, they are still on par with the sky." This is the reputation given to bamboo by Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. Bamboo's self-confidence; "it sticks to the green mountains and does not relax, and its roots are still in the broken rocks; it is strong despite being hit by the east, west, north and south winds" is the strength of bamboo; "one section after another, thousands of branches and thousands of leaves; I myself It doesn't bloom, so it doesn't stir up bees and butterflies. It's suitable for smoke and rain. The pine trees in the village are moved from the distant temple, and the moss invades the front peak. The spring buds are blooming. The trees around the path are slightly summery and the apricot flowers are full of emotions. "It's a lovely bamboo." With such a good reputation, people naturally like bamboo.

The greatness of bamboo is that it can be made into various items. Small and exquisite bamboo baskets can hold items; solid bamboo stools and chairs can make people sit comfortably; refined bamboo mats are A must in midsummer. Although bamboo fishing rods are not expensive, they are practical. When I was young, I used it to add fresh fish soup to the table again and again. In those days when life was not rich, such days were considered happy. Bamboo also has an indissoluble bond with music. The long bamboo joints are made into bamboo flutes, flutes and other musical instruments. Immediately, moving songs of homesickness will sound in the sky. Bamboo melts our emotions in this Among the beautiful notes.

"You can eat without meat, but you can't live without bamboo; without meat, you will be thin, but without bamboo, you will be vulgar; thin people can still be fat, but vulgar people cannot be cured." This is Su Shi's deep love for bamboo; "The green bamboo half contains a basket." , the new shoots have just come out of the wall. The color is in the book at night, and the wine bottle is cool. The wind is blowing and the flowers are beautiful, but there is no cutting, and the clouds are growing... With the praise of the forefathers of the literary world, bamboo has become even more favored by literati.

However, due to the nature of bamboo, it cannot tolerate the slightest bit of smog. Once caught in it, it would rather face death. Therefore, the bamboo forest in my hometown turned into a wasteland.

Although there is no longer the bamboo forest of childhood, the bamboo forest in my heart is still there. With a hint of melancholy, I find the bamboo flute lying in the drawer, and the long homesickness song echoes in my ears again. Green bamboo, the eternal love in my heart.