Appreciation of Lyric Prose on Bamboo Part I: The art of bamboo goes to the park, and green eyes and cicadas are hard to see in other places. Among them, bamboo is a great stunt.
There is a poem by Zheng Xie in ancient times:? Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. ? The green bamboo pole stands upright, the new shoots in early spring disappear, but the bamboo leaves are thriving. When the cicada chirp from every other leaf comes, the noisy feeling no longer exists, but a stream? Building a house is based on human conditions. Are there any chariots and horses? The feeling of tranquility is particularly intoxicating.
I think bamboo is not only this external feeling, but also the inner part that attracts me.
I didn't expect Wang Yangming to be there? Zhuge? I realized the true meaning of life and finally became a saint. So, ranking? Three friends at the age of cold? What is the intrinsic nature of one of the bamboos?
The first is its perseverance, like? Ren Er, east, west, north and south winds? This sentence. Bamboo is not afraid of strong winds, and it regards the erosion of wind and rain as a test of God. He is fearless. Although the wind, frost, rain and snow left one faint trace after another on his green traceless body, he still stood upright, just like a giant, muttering disdainfully to his opponent's challenge to nature. Between the vast, and who can match it? Bao Jianfeng was honed? Many people use this poem to praise plum blossoms. Actually, I want to say, can bamboo describe his spirit with this sentence?
When it comes to bamboo, many people often think of hermits, seven sages of bamboo forest and Tao Yuanming. Maybe bamboo is a hermit's preference. Because hermits are mostly noble people and prefer bamboo, they reveal another major feature of bamboo, noble and pure.
Bamboo is not trying to get ahead, it wants a free and unrestrained life. In spring, a hundred flowers blossom and a hundred schools of thought contend, but bamboo has never been seen on the stage. In summer, the whole world is full of green eyes, and there is no bamboo in it. In autumn, everything withers, but bamboo is still enjoying its happiness in the forgotten corner; Winter; Can the snow crush the branches and make the limelight rise again? Won the snow for a while? Plum blossoms were robbed. But bamboo still writes its own life music in its own unknown way.
Appreciation of Lyric Prose on Bamboo Part II: According to bamboo legend, there was no bamboo in ancient times, and it only grew in the garden of the Empress Dowager. Because bamboo is loved by immortals, it grows tall and straight. One day, fairies and immortals were drunk and secretly brought a little fairy bamboo from a worse heaven to the world. I didn't expect bamboo to grow as soon as it was buried?
In the green spring, bamboo holds its head high and faces the morning light. He prays brightly and God gives bamboo strength. At night, it challenges the night with birds? Occasionally I see one or two bamboos near the water. In the next year, it will definitely become a large bamboo forest.
In the vibrant summer, everything is thriving, but bamboo still stands there, greedily sucking the sunshine and blooming a gorgeous smile. They are not only three friends who are not afraid of the cold, but also guardians of the earth. They are connected with their roots and United to make themselves stronger and reduce the threat of strong winds, Boao jade and mudslides.
Fruitful autumn, the joy of harvest covers the earth. In the early morning, the crystal dew rolled around on the frosted bamboo leaves, like a lively elf. All kinds of plants decorate themselves with brilliant flowers and colorful fruits, while bamboo, on the orange-green land, shows simplicity, desolation, beauty and desolation, desolation and simplicity, simplicity and loneliness. Something happened to see one or two flowers on the bamboo branches, which were close to pure white, representing the exhaustion of bamboo and life. At the end of its life, it dedicated flowers to nature. Bamboo's life, with heaven as the witness, with the painstaking efforts of the earth, with all things as partners, represents the last strength of its short and full life to all things, and bamboo will not fall to the ground.
In a quiet winter, the sky is frosted, the earth turns white, water turns into ice, ice crystals turn into fog, and the cold suddenly covers the earth. Ao Shuang's chrysanthemum also looked down, and bamboo was among three cold friends? Perseverance, unity to resist the cold, on the thin bamboo body, a thin layer of ice, but the life of bamboo is still blooming beautifully, together with plum and pine, it will add a little color to the monotonous snow. Bamboo is waiting, and spring is blooming. Isn't life like this? We should not be afraid of the cold, challenge all difficulties, set foot on every inch of land and boldly break into every environment. Whenever you feel depressed, think of bamboo. How did you get through the difficulties? This will multiply your strength, challenge and try!
Appreciation of Lyric Prose on Bamboo Part III: The Growth of Bamboo A young bamboo grows in the cycle of the sun and the moon, chasing the sun, longing for the tracts, and growing in laughter and tears.
? Notes before the text of a book or after the title of an article.
I am a bamboo, which keeps growing.
I am constantly breaking through myself and reaching new heights.
I grew up in a bamboo forest. I just walked through gravel soil. I will face the wind and rain of this land (society) alone (setbacks on the road to growth), emitting the fragrance of youth and overflowing with the elegance of youth.
I like sunbathing during the day. As soon as I poked my head out, I met and met another group of young bamboos (a group of peers). We have formed a green shade with each other (a group that never leaves) and grow together through mutual support.
Some tall bamboos (our parents) shelter us from the wind and rain. Under their careful care, we were not eroded by the wind and snow. Is this, all this caused by them? I think it is: they are willing to pay for us.
Night has come, and the bright moon and stars (the people who teach us) shed light (wisdom) on our hearts, so that we can know how to be open-minded (modest), be honest, upright and self-reliant, constantly surpass ourselves and reach new heights. They infected us and made us learn knowledge, strength and morality. In the season of youth, they guide us to pursue a more perfect realm.
Sometimes there will be a storm (difficulty), and it will pass mercilessly. There are always leaves that are blown away by the wind, which we can't avoid. Only the front is right. Sometimes there will be heavy rain (frustration), all wet, and there will always be washed leaves. Only by persistence can we become the nourishment for growth; There will even be heavy snow (more and more accidents) and constant wanton destruction. There will always be overwhelmed bamboo, but after this kind of pain, it will become a strong person in life and a rebel against fate.
In the rainy season of youth, I haven't seen the sunshine for a long time, but I have learned to be strong.
I am a bamboo, which keeps growing.
Although it is still rainy season, I firmly believe that I will be greeted by a perfect youthful sunshine.