Bamboo
Like my childhood, the green bamboos around the village have only been left in my memory. The ancient water village has been decorated into a green world by contiguous bamboo forests, and the graceful bamboos stretch out into the sky in unison, like my unattainable childhood dream, like bamboo leaves cut off spring, summer, autumn and winter one by one, leaving only pieces of broken memories. Affectionate warm wind, send the fragrance of bamboo into a gasp, refreshing. Incomparably pure, dissolved in deep memories, always aftertaste.
The days when bamboo shadows are swaying are over. Only the bamboo mat with beautiful patterns is still accompanied by me who is afraid of heat in summer. The bamboo that has lost its vitality has been used as a tool to dry clothes. After years of exposure to the sun and rain, it has long lost its original green color and turned into a yellowed memory.
I didn't see the bamboo blossom either, but it really disappeared in front of me. Maybe children don't need such bamboo forests now, and they have more expensive toys. They are all only children, and their parents don't trust them to enter the bamboo forest, because there are more or less dangers in the bamboo forest, and I have encountered snakes in the deep bamboo forest.
The lofty bamboo may be the real reason for its disappearance. One day, a small chemical factory was built near the village, and bamboo went extinct. Without bamboo, people are just as happy, which is the result of economic take-off. However, the bamboo forest occupies a large part in my heart. In the bamboo forest, I have a carefree childhood, my laughter and my happiness.
Fresh and tender bamboo shoots are my favorite food, and zongzi wrapped in bamboo shoots is so fragrant. At sunset, flocks of birds are my pursuit target. Although I only have a slingshot made of several rubber bands in my hand, the pebbles I shoot may not hit the birds, but the excitement is indescribable. Climbing bamboo, swinging, digging a bird's nest ... Bamboo is elegant and noble, so it has an indissoluble bond with literati, so that it has reached the point of "no bamboo to live in". Plant a bunch of bamboo in the yard, which not only brings you green, but also adds elegance to your life, so there is a "new bamboo", and cool colour is green. Ran Ran is suspicious of powder, and the rustling gradually attracts the wind. It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse and not clustered. "Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithfulness is the same size." "Close to the window, build by laying bricks or stones two or three clumps, adding quiet and quiet to make contributions. Shadows cut through the golden moon, and the sound knocks on the cold jade and shakes the wind. Don't believe that Xiang Fei's tears are red without money. "Naturally, Zi Yu is partial to you, and she is humble and humble in the snow and frost." With deep feeling, Yuan Zhen and Liu Jian showed the quietness and firmness of Hsinchu incisively and vividly, making people think of a small house hidden in the mountains. Those green bamboos are all decorations, and hermits are like immortals enjoying tea and bamboo in the courtyard. This is probably the beautiful scenery of the fairyland that we have been pumped into since childhood.
Scholars love bamboo, not only because of its beauty, but also because of its nobleness. Its upright and upright character, which is not afraid of wind, frost and cold, is exactly what scholars have been pursuing all their lives, and it is also the root of being a man. "Snow presses the branches low, though it can't reach the mud; Once the sun rises, it is still in harmony with the sky. "This is the reputation of integrity given to bamboo by Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming emperor; "Ling Shuang bamboo arrow proudly notices, and strives for spring return with heaven and earth" is bamboo's confidence; "Insist that Castle Peak is not relaxed, and its roots are in the broken rocks; It is the strength of bamboo that it is still strong after thousands of blows, and it is the strength of bamboo. "Section after section, thousands of branches save thousands of leaves; I don't bloom, and I don't want to tease bees and butterflies "is the lofty of bamboo;" "It is appropriate to smoke, rain and wind. Fu shui zang Cun fu Jian song Move Xiao Sao from the far temple. Wash to avoid invading the front peak. Invasive moss breaks spring buds. The winding path is slightly cloudy in summer. Rogue apricot flowers are full of emotions. It's very compatible to wear several branches of jade. " It's a lovely bamboo. With such a good reputation, people naturally like bamboo.
The greatness of bamboo lies in that it can be made into various articles, and the small and exquisite bamboo basket can hold articles. Solid bamboo stools and chairs can make people sit comfortably; Refined bamboo mats are essential in midsummer. Bamboo fishing rods are not precious things, but 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 a day was considered happy. Bamboo also has an indissoluble bond with music. The long bamboo joints are made into bamboo flutes, flutes and other musical instruments, and then, touching homesickness songs will ring in the sky, and bamboo melts our emotions into these beautiful notes. "You can eat without meat, but you can't live without bamboo; No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar; People can be thin and fat, but laymen can't be cured. "This is Su Shi's devotion to bamboo; "The green bamboo is half-covered, and the new shoots are out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the shade is cooler than the wine bottle. The rain is beautiful first, and the wind blows the fragrance. "But there's no cutting. I'll see Fu Yun-chang. It is the beauty of bamboo in Du Fu's works ... With the praise of literary sages, bamboo is more valued by literati.
However, as far as bamboo is concerned, it can't tolerate any malodorous smoke. Once caught in it, it would rather face death, so the bamboo forest in its hometown has become a wasteland.
Although there is no bamboo forest in my childhood, the bamboo forest in my heart is still with a trace of melancholy. Find out the bamboo flute lying in the drawer, and the long homesickness song echoes in my ears again. Green bamboo is my eternal love. Spider web
Tian Ying, Jiangsu
After the rainstorm, a golden sunlight slanted into the forest, and the leaves were lovely green and dripping with water. I was walking leisurely in on the boulevard when I suddenly saw a dark thing hanging from a branch. When I got closer, it turned out to be a small spider, and it was busy weaving a web.
I think maybe just now, a heavy rain washed away the dense spider web and made the thin little spider lose its "home". The little black spider is hung in the air by a slender filament. The top of the filament is tied to a branch, and the bottom of the filament is connected to a small hole. As the eight paws kept paddling, the silk kept extending. Oh! It turned out that the spider pulled out the soft filament from the small hole, and then landed on a branch below to fix the filament, and quickly returned to the original high branch along the trunk. It jumps down and won't fall, because the second silk has already come out of the small hole, so it will fall firmly on the branch, and then the third and fourth ...
I stare at the spider and watch it keep knitting, so I can't help feeling sorry for it. I thought: it is not easy for a spider to weave a web! Climbing high, hanging in the air, and a little acrobatic genius! At this time, a small sparrow suddenly dashed down from the opposite branch, smashed the net and took away a large piece of net silk.
looking at that sparrow is like seeing a toad covered in pimples, so disgusting and annoying.
As soon as the sparrow flew away, the little spider patiently weaved the web again, weaving quickly and well. At this time, my little brother Wen Tao hit a bamboo pole and shouted at me: "Tian Ying! I know, why don't you catch it? " As he spoke, he swung the bamboo pole and called. Before the bamboo pole arrived, cicadas would have flown. But when the bamboo pole came, it just hit the spider's web, and the little spider lost all its efforts. One setback after another, the little spider may be disheartened and lose the courage to continue weaving the web. I couldn't bear to watch it any longer and went home angrily.
The next morning, I passed by this forest and visited the spider again. I was surprised to find that the weak spider's web was so big, so dense and so good. I just looked at it, and my heart trembled. What a great little creature! Although the spider is small, isn't it worthy of praise and study for its indomitable spirit?
Spider, what a small animal, how common it is for spiders to weave webs. However, the little author has a unique eye and weaves a spider's web.