Cheng Cun, Bamboo and Piano Prose

I forgot what year it was, and it was also a rainy summer. I went to a mountain village in central Zhejiang on business. It is rainy and humid in summer in Zhejiang. Because of the wet rain, dense vegetation, green mountains and green waters, blue sky and white clouds. The spacious and comfortable Volga car does not feel dangerous when driving on the winding mountain road, but feels very comfortable. In the endless green, the white Volga car is like a white dot, cruising in the green. The final destination is a place called Chengcun.

Located halfway up the mountain, Chengcun, although a mountain village, is beautiful. Several families are in a green package, so it is difficult to see this small mountain village in the distance without eyes. The houses in the village, like the villages in most parts of Zhejiang, belong to the kind of small black tile-roofed houses with wooden structures. A small river passes through the village below, and the gurgling water is particularly clear. You can see fish and shrimp swimming around in the water. The green on both sides of the river is reflected in the flowing water, which is an unexpected beauty.

The green around the mountain village is made up of a kind of bamboo called Zhu Lei, which forms an endless sea of bamboo. The growth process of bamboo is hard. Rain penetrated layers of soil and soaked bamboo shoots in the dark. With the moisture of rain, bamboo buds can stretch and grow in extrusion. Breaking through hard stones and endless darkness, I overcame loneliness and fear in the trembling process, continued to grow up, and finally broke through the ground and became a member of the bamboo sea, dotted with my own green.

The life of bamboo is hard, the life of bamboo is aboveboard, and the life of bamboo is tough. In the face of thunder and lightning, storms, bamboo indomitable, with its tenacity, adhere to the thunder and lightning, storms gradually stopped. After the baptism of lightning, thunder and heavy rain, bamboo is no longer afraid, lonely and lonely. In the infinite growth space, I have achieved a truly tall and straight self.

In the evening, the small mountain village was silent. In addition to the slight mountain wind blowing, the sound of rustling in the bamboo forest, no birds singing, no singing and dancing, and the silence enjoyed by the mountain people is nothing more than that.

Suddenly, a piece of piano music floated into my ears. A song "become a butterfly" floated with the wind, with a long sad tune. As if, Liang Zhu is around ... as if, two butterflies are flying in the sunset. ...

According to Qin's reputation, the sound of Qin came from a cabin covered with small black tiles. It must be a little girl who has been hurt emotionally, telling her sadness with the sound of the piano, pouring out her love, thinking about herself and the past. The sound of the piano comes from a pair of beautiful and weak hands, and from the weak heart of an infatuated woman. You got it? I don't understand. Each other, all silent? Don't! Should be in ignorance. Grandpa Zheng Banqiao said it's hard to be confused.