Twenty or thirty slender bamboos stand sparsely on the green grass, and the green leaves dance slightly in the breeze, making a gentle rustling sound. The grass is covered with weeds and Artemisia annua, stained with dew, and colorful flowers are blooming happily. What is particularly striking is a clump of green orchids near the corner of the fence, with blooming pale blue flowers happily dotted among them. At sunrise in the morning, the charming light radiates slightly, which adds more interest to the picture.
This is a small garden gradually formed in recent years.
In recent years, whether I feel tired or have a rest after work; Whether it's the scorching sun on my head or the cold wind slapping my skin with flying snow, I like to come to the west of the campus more and more, walk with my hands behind my back and look at the lush pines and cypresses on the hillside outside the fence from time to time. What I see most is this small garden.
However, it is not a garden, but a desolate and lonely yellow land.
A few years ago, after the Great Wall was completed, this place was empty. Because it turned out to be a wasteland under the hillside, and when the campus was built, it was a mess. Although the scene was cleaned up later, it collapsed and was devastated. As heroes think, so thought Bruce. Everyone unanimously proposed to cultivate this place into a garden. In line with the purpose of thrift, the hillside outside the campus is covered with small bamboos. Dig some back and plant them in the open space, and a handsome bamboo garden will soon form naturally.
After some effortless, time-consuming and laborious efforts, sparse bamboo forests appeared overnight. Looking at the small bamboos planted neatly on the ground, everyone smiled and looked full of joy. They seem to see the bamboo garden in the coming year and listen to the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind.
Maybe God deliberately wants to cause some trouble, or maybe God wants us to truly feel the beauty around us. It didn't rain for more than a month after the small bamboo was planted. The weather in Mid-Autumn Festival is actually very hot. Watching the planted bamboo endure the scorching sun, the green color faded day by day. The bamboo leaves dancing smartly in the wind slowly wither and lower their heads, and the melancholy in their hearts surges like a flood. Although it is watered every day, the small bamboo nourished by well water is still pitifully yellow and withered. Until the cold wind blew and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky, I stood by carefully, counting and counting. Among the hundreds of small bamboos planted, only five are swaying in the snow alone.
In the spring next year, I watched helplessly: first, I saw a piece of green in the distance, and then I saw a hazy green that I couldn't see nearby; Then, five small bamboos are surrounded by dense green grass. There are many natural weeds in the field without crops, and transplanting some small bamboos is really a waste of energy. Simply plant some local common flowers and plants with strong vitality and long flowering period. On the roadside in the suburbs, from summer to winter, wonderful chrysanthemums are tenaciously blooming everywhere. Every day, the workers who clean the roadside will pick a lot of extra flower seedlings and throw them away as garbage, pick them up and plant them in the garden. Waste utilization is really good.
Planting flowers is to beautify life, not tired; Few people are unwilling to do such a thing. In a few days, the grass will be green and covered with thyme standing upright and holding its head high with joy. At first glance, the once complacent and unscrupulous weeds seem to have lost their fighting spirit and looked up at their new neighbors with envy? Hangju
The transplanted Chrysanthemum morifolium really lived up to expectations. After several rains in Mao Mao, all the flowers were full of vitality and soon blossomed. In the bright sunshine from early spring to early summer, they soon became dark yellow flowers with strong colors, and the petals were mixed with a little blush, which was really attractive.
I don't know whether it is a flower with a hundred flowers or a chrysanthemum with strong gas field and great attraction, which is tightly surrounded by chrysanthemums around five hungry and thin bamboos. I don't know when more than a dozen mirabilis jalapa and more than a dozen Dragon Boat Festival brocade flowers have sprouted. A few days after the chrysanthemum blooms with joy, Mirabilis jalapa and Dragon Boat Festival brocade are struggling to grow, and bright water-red flowers are blooming at the same time, rendering a vibrant picture of early summer. It is a pity that the green of five small bamboos has only become a negligible ornament.
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. ? When the spring breeze blows in the New Year, everyone seems to forget those transplanted bamboos. Just as everyone was enjoying the buds of chrysanthemum with great interest, when Mirabilis jalapa and Dragon Boat Festival brocade grew taller and taller, I don't know when five slender, pale and crisp bamboo shoots appeared near five small bamboos. Like Columbus's discovery of the New World, I cheered for the new life, celebrated the small bamboo that is still thriving underground, and was extremely happy to add new members to the garden. Since then, my heart has actually become more concerned, more sad, and more unspeakable joy.
Every morning when I come to the campus, I will step on the golden light of the morning sun and eagerly come to the edge of the garden. I will study every newly sprouted bamboo shoot like a newborn baby. I will look at the bright green bamboo shoots hanging with crystal dew, and in the rosy glow, there is a charming light shining slightly. In a trance, I seem to hear every bamboo shoot groaning and jointing. In the evening, before school, I will step on the spectacular afterglow of the sunset and silently wish every bamboo shoot to absorb the essence of heaven and earth, the aura of the stars and the moon and grow into beautiful bamboo as soon as possible. Even in stormy summer, rainy autumn and snowy winter, whenever I have time, I will come here and have a deep look at this bamboo garden with only a dozen bamboos. At the same time, my heart is full of new hope for this bamboo garden.
Warm spring, gentle spring breeze and warm sunshine bring new hope. By the garden in late spring, I often leave my wandering footprints. Among the ten small bamboos, there are crowded chrysanthemums, mirabilis jalapa and Dragon Boat Festival brocade, all of which are competing to grow like children.
Looking forward to, looking forward to, full of hope, gradually turned into a slender green bamboo shoot, sticking out from the green grass and fluffy flowers. One, two? I looked at it affectionately day by day and counted it carefully until the small flowers like mirabilis stood proudly on the branches. When the beautiful pink flowers of Dragon Boat Festival rose step by step along the green pole, I finally counted the exact number: 32! This figure is completely out of my expectation. Looking at the faint bamboo forest in front of me, there are flowers everywhere, the shade is faint, butterflies are flying, dragonflies are flying, and the deep cry of turtledoves comes from time to time in the Woods on the hillside outside the fence. I was fascinated and my eyes were blurred. The picturesque scenery of bamboo forest sets off from time to time, and it is always dense, and the hope for this garden is rising in the depths of my heart. The colors of the garden are constantly changing, becoming more and more colorful and beautiful.
When the spring breeze blew for the first time this year, I began to pay special attention to the already sparse and handsome bamboo garden. Slowly, the grass turned green, fresh new leaves sprouted among the dark green leaves of chrysanthemum, and the pointed leaves of mirabilis jalapa rose step by step with the twigs, full of hope. With the blood of anxiety and joy, handsome, slender and green bamboo shoots stood happily, facing the rosy sunrise and could not wait to grow wildly. Staring at the fresh picture, active thoughts float gently.
Bamboo, known as the Four Gentlemen, has a long history in China. In ancient times, after Shunnan died in Cangwu, the tears of his two concubines wet the bamboo forest. In the Western Jin Dynasty, hermits talked openly with celebrities, and there were seven sages in the bamboo forest. Wang Xizhi, a famous calligrapher in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, played Qushui with a group of civil and military ministers in Yonghe in nine years, just in the environment of mountains and forests. When talking about bamboo, the admirable Mr. Dongpo said: Eating without meat is better than living without bamboo. No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar. ? Mr. Dongpo's writing vividly reflects his love and admiration for the beauty and elegance of bamboo. Indeed, bamboo looks unremarkable, but it is a modest gentleman, and it is a green and cheerful image all year round. Because of this, Zheng Banqiao, a famous painter in the middle of Qing Dynasty, is unique in the history of ancient painting and calligraphy in China.
Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. ? It vividly depicts the poet's strong and unyielding character. ? If you don't lose your black veil, your sleeves will get cold; Write a thin bamboo and make it into a fishing rod on the autumn river. ? This poem describes the poet's indifferent mood and peaceful spiritual world. ? Lying in the Yazhai listening to Zhu Xiao, I suspect it is the voice of the people's sufferings; Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about their feelings. ? Poetry expresses the poet's concern for people's sufferings and deep sympathy for farmers with delicate brushstrokes and rich associations. Bamboo is modest and restrained, evergreen all the year round, and it has also become a symbol of the poet's upright and upright image.
Now, no matter in the south where the seasons are evergreen, or in the north where the Great Wall is snowy in winter, it reaches the Yellow Sea in the east and the Pamirs in the west, almost every city has large and small bamboo forests in its gardens. At least, there are a group of handsome little bamboos, which either appear gracefully on the winding roadside or hide in the depths of the dense forest.
Bamboo looks ordinary, but it looks beautiful, elegant and modest. One or two small bamboos may not be ordinary, but the relatives of small bamboos get together enthusiastically, grow together with other flowers and trees around them, live in harmony and decorate the corner, which is a beautiful scenery. Embellished in our life, everywhere will be full of fresh and elegant taste.
It turns out that a frustrating wasteland, after four years of wind, frost, rain and snow, has finally become a small garden that people like. It is really not easy to cultivate beauty. No matter when and where, we should cherish the beauty in life.