: bamboo forest in the writer's village
Last summer, my lover and I walked on the winding mountain road, and unconsciously, we came to the bamboo forest in the writer's village. Writer's Village is located in Yangling National Forest Park in Chongyi, where the bamboo forest is hidden, the bamboo fragrance is overflowing, the air is fresh, the sun shines through the gap at the top of the bamboo forest, and there are crisp birds singing in the distance, which is a kind of * * that is far away from the noisy city and integrated into nature. Looking around, there are many bamboos, lush foliage, vast smoke waves and surging bamboo waves, and the sight suddenly becomes clear and the mood suddenly becomes far away. Looking around, the winding mountains are stacked with green waves everywhere, and the green, green and dark green layers are advancing. Sucking the fragrance of bamboo, tasting the breath of bamboo, it is refreshing.
Facing the charming scenery, I quickly took out my mobile phone to take pictures. "Click" and "click" photographed this bamboo forest on the hillside. Lush leaves, fresh and green, blue as the sea. When the gust of wind blows, bamboo leaves are reflected in the river like a girl's blue gauze curtain, and like a rinsed dark green curtain, they float with the waves. This elegant and beautiful scenery fascinates me. In this green space-time, lost eyes are intertwined with fresh green, wrapping up the dull vision after colorful. Occasionally, a strong wind intrudes into the soft breeze, making the upper ends of bamboo branches sway from time to time, dancing with the demon of green leaves and playing a melodious rustling rhythm. Calm down in the rustling music of wind and bamboo dance, and let the dusty mood blend into the soothing Sanskrit. The faint breeze harmonizes the fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the deep breath is fresh and fragrant. My thoughts fly with the rotation of the camera: this bamboo forest endowed by nature, with a thousand-year attitude, interprets the eternal customs. I forgot all the noise here, leaving only green and faint; I forgot the existence of time here, leaving only a quiet time and space.
You see, they step on barren hills and valleys, even in rock crevices, and take root in a very barren soil. But still with perseverance, in adversity, happy and tenacious silent growth. Suffering from the whipping and tempering of wind, frost, rain and snow all the year round, we always "adhere to the green hills", have no regrets and are attached to each other. I have photographed rich peonies, aloof chrysanthemums, delicate peaches and free and easy orchids; I have also read many poems by literati praising the spirit of pine and cypress, plum blossom sentiment, lotus integrity and weeping willow charm, but the elegant bamboo is different and always leaves an unforgettable impression on me.
When I was a child, I liked the green of the four seasons bamboo forest. I often go to the bamboo forest behind my grandmother's house to step on the soft fallen leaves, help Hsinchu peel off the coat that I want to hide my shame, and climb the bamboo pole to see the world, but I have never succeeded. I used to play with bamboo, then I enjoyed it, and now I am immersed in it, imagining: in the depths of this faint bamboo forest, build a bamboo shed, make all kinds of bamboo tools, and swim on the bamboo raft above the blue waves. Bamboo, straight and tough, can be bent to make things; It is cool and refreshing, and can cool and dissipate heat. In the long river of Chinese civilization, a unique bamboo culture has gradually formed. Chopsticks, utensils produced by farming civilization. Bamboo slips are the carrier used to record events in ancient times, inheriting rich and long-standing ancient civilization. Bamboo flute, a musical instrument made of fine bamboo, is crisp and pleasant to the ear, which makes the listener feel refreshed. There are also summer sleeping mats, bamboo rafts for fishing and fire in Jiangfeng and so on. All of them are born in harmony with nature and formed by human's "benevolence". Concentrate on the bamboo forest, piece by piece, steadily rising; Bamboo poles are tall and straight; Thin and long bamboo leaves, shaking up a rich green yarn, lush, dancing in the breeze; Bending Hsinchu, like a gentle girl, snuggles up to the green and tall old bamboo. Bamboo, the swaying and tenacious Hua Qian, the melodious charm makes me rejuvenate.
Throughout the ages, many literati, poems and songs are above bamboo rhyme, such as Su Shi's "I would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo." No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar ",Zheng Banqiao's" Insist on green hills and never relax, the root is broken rocks. Only bamboo is clear, elegant, lonely and proud. The charm of bamboo is neither the red snow of winter plum nor the delicate face of orchid, nor the golden frost of autumn chrysanthemum. This gentleman only has high winds and bright festivals between the cool breeze and the bright moon, and jasper is as fresh and elegant as warm. There is also "one paragraph after another, a thousand branches and thousands of leaves." "I don't blossom, so I don't have to catch butterflies." Praise the simplicity, lightness and elegance of bamboo. These beautiful sentences handed down from generation to generation vividly describe the indomitable spirit of bamboo. Slender bamboo has experienced frost and snow, and it has always flourished through the four seasons, and it is firm, resolute, upright and serene. The sages loved, cherished and fascinated bamboo, and then praised, painted and wrote bamboo. They call bamboo "three friends of the old cold", and they are also called four gentlemen with plum, orchid and chrysanthemum. People not only like the shape of bamboo, but also like the connotation of bamboo, which produces bamboo culture.
The sun is going down. My lover urged me to go home, and I turned around. The afterglow of the sunset is reflected in the bamboo forest. Looking around, the endless bamboo forest is near the blue sky and white clouds. In a trance, layers of bamboo waves turned into wordless poems, wonderful songs and colorful paintings. And the swaying bamboo leaves are so gentle. At this time, my heart suddenly enlightened: for thousands of years, why did painters paint bamboo and literati write bamboo? People always like to plant bamboo in front of and behind their houses. This is not only the aesthetic feeling of bamboo, but also its unique character. More importantly, the cultural charm of bamboo has evolved from a long-standing traditional culture in China to a folk image, and "Bamboo reports peace" is a symbol of good luck and peace.
: Bamboo grove
It is better to eat without meat than to live without bamboo. Bamboo has always been a symbol of purity, elegance and integrity among literati, so it is called the Four Gentlemen with Mei. There are many bamboos in the south of the Yangtze River. My hometown belongs to hilly area, but there are no mountains where I live. This is something I regretted when I was a child. * * * Maybe I read a lot of fairy tales, and I always feel that there are countless exotic flowers and delicate animals in the mountains. * * * So there is no magnificent bamboo sea in my hometown. There is only one kind of bamboo called Dianzhu, which is tall and straight, thicker than Phyllostachys pubescens but much thinner than Phyllostachys pubescens. Is green, Xiu Xiu angry, just like a woman in Jiangnan. Bamboo is mostly a small piece that grows in the front and back of the house, but it belongs to bamboo, but ordinary people don't have so many literati feelings, but in the era of material shortage, people are still willing to have feelings for bamboo. Because it not only brings us delicious tender bamboo shoots in spring, poles for drying clothes, laundry baskets for rice, plaques for drying plums, baskets for buying vegetables,,,, and many household items are closely related to bamboo. At that time, every family would invite a bamboo craftsman to repair and re-weave some bamboo products every year or two. I remember that only one old man in our village knew this craft. The old man is so old, hunched over and always wears a big apron, but he is good at craftsmanship and good at people, so most people respect him very much. The host has prepared the table. The old man never drinks at noon, saying that he is afraid of delaying his afternoon work. Only when he has dinner, he pours a small glass and always eats the food carefully. On the day when the bamboo craftsman invites us, the family will cut the bamboo well in advance. Generally, three to five years of bamboo is suitable for weaving. Our children always like to see old people working around him. First, they scraped off the green peel with a knife, and then broke the bamboo into many thin strips. The old man finished one satisfactory job after another while chatting with his neighbors.
My family also has bamboo forests, but they are not next to the house, but connected with the bamboo forests of several neighbors, occupying a large vegetable garden. The bamboo forest is so big that every household divides it with a fence made of roses. I like bamboo forests in spring best. Pink and white roses will bloom in this season. I always like to stay here at night. The afterglow of the sun is scattered on the bamboo, and the sound of returning birds makes the bamboo forest lively. April is the time when bamboo shoots break through the ground. At this time, it is not allowed to play in the bamboo forest without adults, for fear that careless children will step on the newly emerged bamboo shoots. It always rains at night in spring in the south of the Yangtze River, but overnight, bamboo shoots have grown very tall under the moisture of rain. So in the rainy and foggy morning, I will follow my father to dig bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest. At this time, the early bird has gone out to feed, and the bamboo forest is wet and quiet. I can still hear the sound of bamboo jointing. I always dig bamboo shoots carefully under the guidance of my father, and occasionally chat with my father to ask about the origin of this bamboo forest and when it was planted. Father shook his head and said he didn't know. When he was very young, bamboo forests already existed, but not in such a large area. Because bamboo is derived from underground roots, bamboo forests are getting bigger and bigger. I like bamboo more and more. Bamboo forest is selflessly given to people by oneself! With the early harvest, I went home contentedly. My mother always gave beautiful bamboo shoots to neighbors who didn't have bamboo gardens. And there will be several dishes related to bamboo shoots on our table, such as braised bamboo shoots, stewed eggs with bamboo shoots and roasted meat with bamboo shoots.
In May, bamboo shoots no longer emerged from the ground, and some bamboo shoots that had not been dug up had grown into green bamboo. At this time, dad will loosen the soil for the bamboo forest, which is to thank you for giving us a delicious return for a month. I hope the coming year will bring us more gains.
I grew up in the change of four seasons, but the bamboo forest became smaller and smaller in the ever-changing times. Now I have reached the age of no doubt, and the bamboo forest has disappeared in the last insistence. My hometown has been turned upside down, and people no longer use bamboo as their daily necessities. Although the bamboo products seen in the shopping mall are exquisite, they always feel a little less smoky. The disappearing bamboo forest is full of tall buildings, but I always think of the wet bamboo forest that smells like roses in the spring morning.
: bamboo forest
The best place to calm down is in the bamboo forest.
In the morning, the morning dew is on the bamboo, which makes the green alive and green. The green of bamboo is a shining emerald, which can reach the inner green directly. Only bamboo can do it.
Walking through the bamboo forest, I stepped on the slightly wet and soft land covered with yellow leaves. Those leaves, without water, become very dry. If you look carefully, you can still find one or two pieces of intact bamboo leaves. Pick it up and you can vaguely see the bamboo pole. The leaves are yellow, the stems are thin and almost transparent. Stepping on these bamboo leaves, the leaves creak and sound very pleasant.
Looking up, I looked at those dense bamboo leaves, blocking the sun, and dribs and drabs of light came out from the cracks in the leaves, printing small spots on the ground. There will never be midsummer in the bamboo forest, and it will always be so cool and comfortable. That bamboo leaf, covered the sun, covered the irritability.
Staring at a bamboo, I was fascinated. The root of that bamboo has turned yellow, but the bamboo body is still so straight. It still stands proudly. I think, even if it was cut, it still fell with pride. What a proud bamboo!
In the distance, there is always a flute echoing. Unknown music touches people's hearts.
Suddenly, I have walked out of the bamboo forest step by step. Suddenly, the strong light made my eyes dark. After getting used to it, I looked back. In that quiet place, thousands of bamboos stand proudly and sway gently with the breeze.
The endless emerald, the quiet color inside.