I. Planting bamboo
When I was a teenager, I said to the land, I will break through the ground and destroy your oppression. Some people laugh at me. What a bold fanatic, with a thick mouth and thick skin. How can you show off in the world? In the storm and thunder, with my love for mountains, my roots are deeply rooted in the soil between mountains. Some people flatter me, saying that I insist on green hills and don't relax, saying that I am upright! In the face of them, I beg for a thousand times and I will get a thousand times of ridicule and flattery.
Second, bamboo.
Since the bamboo flowers are in bloom, there is no hesitation and choice. Since the rose of life blooms, we can only choose to survive tenaciously. We have no right to destroy it. What a beautiful and rare flower. Go ahead bravely. Mud and swamp are just a beautiful scenery. I would like to turn into a white cloud and accompany the beautiful scenery calmly.
Third, bamboo on the cliff.
A cliff, a bamboo forest, stands in the gap of the cliff! The tall and straight body in the hot sun tells us: its firm will. Sharp bamboo shoots show their small heads and grow in moist rain. After countless storms, they finally stood on the cliff and showed us their spirit.
Fourth, bamboo.
In the season when bamboo blooms, the mountain breeze crosses the ocean in the grass, looking for the moon and legends, eternal glory and vows, the light of vigil and faith. The wet dawn is the direction to write poems for you. The winding mountain road is full of flowers, coming from the silent mountain, the sun is looking for fragrance in your hair. A man like a mountain is burdened with the pure weight of bluestone, heavy and sweet, ashamed of dew and thin fog at his feet.
The cool mountain spring is where we draw water. The high and low birdsong floated down the river gently. Bamboo leaves, a self-exiled poet and a lyre of poetry, are looking for love for thousands of years by the lit bonfire. The night is clear as water, the artistic conception is like night, and the eternal moon is composed into poetry.