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A few bamboos in front of the window

Lulesen

I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who don't love bamboo.

When I went to the south to play in my early years, I saw bamboo forests everywhere, and I envied southerners very much. I feel that southerners are very lucky. They can look up at bamboo every day and see it, which is full of beauty and elegance, adding a little more exquisiteness and charm to their lives.

A few years later, the wind of planting bamboo rose in the north. Not only bamboo is planted in parks, but also government agencies and institutions are arty. A few bamboos are often planted beside pools and rockeries. That year, the unit planted bamboo, and I picked up a few small bamboos that I abandoned and planted them in front of my yard. I didn't expect it to survive, and what I didn't expect was that in a few years, it actually grew into a cluster and flourished. Shake and shake, and it becomes a scene in front of the window.

Therefore, during the years when I lived in my hometown, watching bamboo became a great pleasure in my life.

Every morning, after washing, I have to stand in front of some bamboos for a while. There is no special reason, just want to smell its particularly clean taste and look at the water drops on the tip of the blade. I wonder why the water drops on the bamboo leaves always attach to the top of the leaves quietly. So steep, people are always worried about its fall; It is so crystal clear, like crystal, Ming Che and beautiful. Like a childlike heart, extremely pure.

Whenever there is a storm, the bamboo forest will swish, like a spring silkworm chewing, like a splash of emotion. Listening to the sound of bamboo is not impatient, but quiet. Close your eyes and listen, especially the smell, which will last forever.

The most is that summer, under the moon. A person, sitting in the yard, surrounded by silence, bamboo forest cold. Bamboo forest, branches and leaves, swaying in the wind; Moonlight, such as washing, shines neatly on bamboo branches and the ground, casting a mottled and finely divided shadow. Sometimes when I wake up at night and see the first quarter moon covered with branches, there is a kind of poetry in my heart, which is difficult to sleep for a long time. Just because the scenery and feelings are beautiful and heartbreaking. So, that night, a southern river flowed in my heart.

Winter is good, too. "Four Seasons" records that listening to the snow on the mountain window: "Flying snow is the most elegant of bamboo. At the window of the mountain on a cold night, I sometimes listen to the snow sprinkled on the bamboo forest, rustling and whispering, and I can hear it clearly. " Like this, good. But for me, what I like best is the residual snow hanging on the branches. Clusters, patches, green, is bamboo green; White, white, gives people a pure, clean and refreshing beauty. That kind of beauty has a cold chill, and people's hearts can only be purified after bathing in the snow. People are less tacky and more elegant; Then you have less heart and more gentleman's heart.

Of course, I am most proud of the bamboo branches in front of the window. They often lead me into the cultural channel, and when I walk through it, I get a kind of cultural civilization nourishment.

The traditional literati in China love painting bamboo, which is nothing more than love for literature, science and love.

Write and draw, emphasize experience, and advocate "having answers". Mi Fei, a painter, praised him: "Take ink depth as the surface, light as the back, and start from scratch." Create a new situation of ink bamboo painting and form the "ink bamboo" school. Wen Yanbo's evaluation of him is: "Like a clear cloud and autumn moon, the dust is not there." It's really straight, clean and relaxed. Zheng Banqiao not only likes painting bamboo, but also likes planting bamboo. "Everyone loves to grow flowers, but the old people only grow bamboo", and there are many poems praising bamboo, praising it as "cool breeze" and "insisting that the green hills will not relax". Bamboo leaves rustle, bamboo sounds rustle. He said in "Zhai Listening to Bamboo": "Yazhai is listening to the rustling bamboo, which is suspected to be the voice of the people's suffering; Some small collectors in Caozhou County always care about one leaf. " Zheng Banqiao listened to bamboo, and he recognized its great mind.

Why is bamboo so popular?

Finally, Bai Juyi summed it up very well in the article "Bamboo Cultivation". Bamboo has "four saints": solidity, straightness, emptiness and chastity. Bamboo has the virtue of a saint and the demeanor of a gentleman.