Bamboo, Ao Shuang without plum blossoms, the leisure and tranquility without chrysanthemums, the self-love of lotus flowers during the Spring Festival, and the wealth and luxury of peony. Bamboo, only straight and upright, stands tenaciously on the earth. I like bamboo because it is common. Bamboo is very common in my mind, but it is very unusual. I like staring at it in a daze, especially when the wind blows through the bamboo forest, bamboo leaves fly in the air, and the sun pours down and shines on it. I don't know how to describe it with too gorgeous words, so I can only paint bamboo. This kind of scenery is unique and unparalleled. Yes, beautiful things often catch my eye, just like this bamboo, so beautiful.
Students often ask me why I love watching bamboo in a daze and why I always watch it when the wind blows through the bamboo forest. Seriously, this answer may be a bit unrealistic, but it is also a true monologue in my heart: sometimes it is wonderful to look at bamboo in a daze. When the sun lazily covers every bamboo leaf, it is not only shocking but also grateful to me. Every kind of scenery seems to have been baptized in their impetuous mood, leaving a little peace and warmth, the perfect combination of warm sunshine and bamboo! Whenever the wind blows on bamboo leaves, I look at them straight. The reason for this is that the bamboo swaying in the sun makes a heavenly sound, which makes me feel very poetic. I wonder if it's because I'm romantic.
Perhaps this is the fun of enjoying bamboo!