Back in the country, I made an appointment with my childhood classmates. I haven't seen them for years. I don't need to go into details about their situation and appearance. I think everyone knows.
After lunch, I suggest that we all go to the bamboo forest where we used to go when we were children.
Just after the autumn rain, the mountain road is muddy and winding, the mountain is not high, and there is still a thin light fog after the rain.
Soon we came to a small bamboo forest in the pine forest, and I was a little surprised to see the bamboo in front of us. Even if it has just rained, the few bamboos that can be counted quickly are not as lush as before. If dried, bamboo leaves, like children lacking nutrition, look sallow and emaciated, and their slender and tall figure disappears. On the contrary, they are dry, bent and a little fragile.
It turns out that the bamboos here are dense and close to each other, and the bamboo stems are straight and thick. Only at the top of the bamboo, there are several bamboo branches, just like handfuls of green umbrellas hitting the top of the head. When there is not much rain, it is difficult for raindrops to drip from below.
Bamboo lives in groups, with high density and close distance. In order to catch the sunshine and rain, the only way for such bamboo is to grow up and then grow up, which is like a competition, for fear of being eliminated and abandoned. There should be no paralysis, relaxation, distraction, deep-rooted and intertwined on the road to growth.
Later, bamboo was gradually cut down and bamboo shoots were dug up every year. A bamboo in the east and a bamboo in the west escaped, scattered. Their growth has no competition and tempering, and they can grow at will; Without the help of brothers, the wind will bend and the snow will bend; There will be sunshine and rain anyway.
Friends, our life, our growth, our fighting spirit, whether our character is the same as bamboo.
In everyone's heart, there must be a dense bamboo spirit, learn its tenacity, learn their quality of unity and fair competition, and learn their rules of survival of the fittest.
My passion for bamboo stems from the bamboo forest in my grandmother's backyard. Walking in the morning light, walking in the bamboo path, watching the smoke; Sun shadow; Dew floats between sparse branches and numerous leaves. Being in such a world makes people feel relaxed and forget all their troubles.
I love bamboo and its free and easy posture; Love its tall and straight momentum, love its integrity without branches; I like its advantages of combining rigidity with softness. I love it even more, because it is "the virtue of a gentleman, which is applicable everywhere". Green hills are greener with bamboo, and bamboo forests by the water are more beautiful. A few clusters of bamboo in the farmyard will make the yard more lively. Bamboo is beautiful, and the place where it grows will give it extraordinary charm; Where you were born, you will be infected by exquisite taste. Elegant and quiet, pleasing to the eye.
"I insist that Qingshan does not relax, and its roots are in the rocks. After thousands of blows, it is still strong, and there are winds in the east, west, north and south. " Bamboo is rooted in the peaks and valleys, and can survive tenaciously in adversity with perseverance, clinging to boundless loneliness and desolation. Throughout the year, classics are being beaten and tortured by wind, frost, rain and snow. But it always "sticks to the castle peak", concentrates on it, and does not change its tall and straight standing posture. After the storm, it is still full of vitality and vigorous progress. I still have no distractions. "Section after section, thousands of leaves, I don't blossom. Rabbits provoke bees and butterflies. "
I love bamboo, appreciate it, worship it and praise it, not only because its amorous feelings give people artistic beauty. But because of the natural nature of bamboo, quiet and elegant, enterprising with an open mind, upright and upright, not afraid of secular subversion and secular interference. Give me philosophical enlightenment and the strength of personality.
No matter on the bus or when traveling, as long as you see bamboo, it is like seeing an old friend reunited after a long separation, and you feel extremely cordial. I can't help taking pictures with bamboo. Or? Take some bamboo leaves back, blow dry, and make them into traditional Chinese medicine-Lophatherum Bambusae. When I am upset and insomnia, I brew a cup of light tea with Lophatherum gracile and lotus plumule, which will dispel the fire and help me sleep.
I love bamboo, but where I live, there is no "Xanadu" with flowers and birds and withered trees, and I can't witness the elegant and slender figure of bamboo. Every day is a state of loving bamboo, so I like to plant a few pots of asparagus and insert a few rich bamboos to make my home smell of bamboo. There is also a couplet in the living room, which reads "There is a bamboo spring in the middle, but there is no running water in the mountain". People often say, "I like painting plums, but I like painting angry bamboo." I don't think so. I will write bamboo when I am in a particularly good mood. Unfold the rice paper, pick up the brush and dip it in ink.
Then slowly write down the bamboo in my mind in fine print, and carefully write down every bamboo leaf: herringbone; In a word; Word segmentation; Intermediate words; Kawako; Fly high and swallow alone, clear bamboo; Rain bamboo; Snow bamboo; Wind bamboo ... bamboo with different shapes, feel the green of bamboo; Feel the softness of bamboo; Feel the free and easy of bamboo; Feel the elegance of bamboo. Express my feelings for bamboo and experience the comfort brought by nature. Feel Mr. Zheng Lao's "sound in the wind and rain, shadow in the sun and moon ... boring company." A beautiful painting.
I love the self-purification of bamboo, and I love the self-perfection and self-beauty of bamboo.
To me, bamboo is a poem without words; Bamboo is a wonderful song; Bamboo is a spring that will never disappear!
Bamboo, with its unique personality, has been left immortal quatrains and masterpieces by scholars and writers of past dynasties.
Bamboo has nothing to do with geology, because I have been interested in bamboo for 20 years, and I gradually understand that the spirit of bamboo has been branded on our generations of geologists.
The love of bamboo should start from childhood. When I grew up in the countryside, life was hard, and it was difficult to eat a meal for a year or two. One day, my mother dug two sweet bamboos with roots from nowhere and planted them by the river next to the house, telling us that we can eat bamboo shoots next year! Since then, we three brothers and sisters have been pedaling by the river, waiting with our eyes wide open, looking forward to it … The next summer, when the first bamboo shoots came out, my mother fried the first bowl of bamboo shoots for us. At that time, we were short of meat and oil, so I had a delicious meal! That was the most delicious meal in my memory! It still has a aftertaste. ...
Later, bamboo awnings grew into clusters. Later, I graduated from junior high school and was admitted to the Geology School. Later, I fell in love with colorful bamboo with homesickness. In technical secondary school, I spent all my spare time practicing drawing bamboo. No teachers, no enlighteners, simple textbooks, simple tables, how many brushes I wasted and how many old newspapers I drew.
Later, after graduating from technical secondary school at the age of 19, I embarked on the journey of the geological industry. ...
Following the footsteps of our predecessors, we set foot where the old geologist has never walked. Under the leadership of old geologists, we crossed virgin forests, climbed cliffs, flowed through rivers and canyons, ran for regional adjustment, engaged in exploration, took geochemical exploration, washed heavy sand, fought guerrilla warfare, slept in cowshed and chewed biscuits ... When we were tired, we would sing the explorer's song, "That's the wind in the valley, blowing it. In the dead of night, we will hum the songs of the explorers, "It is the stars in the sky that light the lights for us, and the birds in the forest report the dawn to us. We have flame-like enthusiasm and overcome all the fatigue and cold ... "We gradually fell asleep in the ear of the mountain wind; When I was thirsty and hungry, I took a sip of mountain spring and chewed some biscuits ... Suddenly, I would think of bamboo in my hometown. At that moment, I found that bamboo was everywhere on the top of the mountain, between steep cliffs, on hillsides, between valleys, and beside springs and streams! Zhu is everywhere! Suddenly, my heart was suddenly enlightened, my spirit doubled, and I stepped forward quickly ... From then on, I fell in love with those bamboos in the mountains.
Gradually, when I am not in the wild, I will think of bamboo in the mountains; Gradually, I became a mature geological team member; Gradually, I finally understood ... bamboo in the mountains! You don't have the elegance and richness of bamboo in a luxurious courtyard, but you are tough and straight, soaring into the sky! It can withstand wind, rain, frost, rain and snow, cold and heat! "Don't be afraid that the snow will lower your head. As soon as the red sun comes back, you will rush to Han Xiao; Mo Tao has a short soil, green tips and dew, and it pierces the sky. " You have a broad mind and an open mind! You don't want Wen Da in the jungle, but don't be busy in the mountains! You have no distractions, you are willing to be alone! ..... Bamboo in the mountains! Your quality, in the long history, has branded us geologists! Your spirit is also a portrayal of our generations of geologists!
So, my feelings for bamboo deepened! I want to fall in love deeper! ..... Later, every time I mentioned the brush, I would think of those bamboos in the mountains, the pen room, the ink fragrance and the rice paper, all of which pinned my deep thoughts on you!
Later, every time I returned to my hometown, I would stand by and watch bamboo, quietly thinking about my delicious childhood, hard, simple and happy wild life, and bamboo in the mountains. ...