Like my childhood, the green bamboos around the village only remain in my memory. The ancient water town has been transformed into a green world by contiguous bamboo forests. Graceful bamboos stretch out into the sky in unison, like my unattainable childhood dreams, like bamboo leaves cut off in spring, summer, autumn and winter, leaving only pieces of broken memories. Affectionate warm wind, the fragrance of bamboo into a chill, refreshing. Very pure, dissolved in deep memories, always aftertaste.
The days of swaying bamboo shadows are over. Only beautifully patterned bamboo mats accompany me when I am afraid of the heat in summer. Dead bamboo is used as a tool to dry clothes. After years of exposure to the sun and rain, it has long lost its original green color and turned into a yellowed memory.
I didn't see the bamboo flower either, but it really disappeared in front of me. Maybe children don't need such bamboo forests anymore and have more expensive toys. They are all only children, and their parents don't trust them to enter the bamboo forest, because there are more or less dangers in the bamboo forest, and I have met snakes in the depths of the bamboo forest.
Tall bamboo may be the real reason for its disappearance. One day, a small chemical factory was built on the edge of a small village, and bamboo became extinct. Without bamboo, people are just as happy, which is the result of economic take-off. However, bamboo forest occupies a large part in my heart. In the bamboo forest, I have a carefree childhood, my laughter and my happiness.
Fresh and tender bamboo shoots are my favorite food. The zongzi wrapped in bamboo shoots smells good. At sunset, flocks of birds are my chasing target. Although I only have a slingshot made of several rubber bands in my hand, the pebbles I shoot may not hit the birds, but the excitement is indescribable. Climbing bamboo, swinging, digging a bird's nest ... Bamboo is elegant and noble, so it has an indissoluble bond with literati, so that it is "no bamboo to live in". Planting a bunch of bamboo in the yard not only brings you green, but also adds elegance to your life, so there is "Hsinchu", and the cool color is green. Ran Ran was suspicious of powder, and the rustling gradually attracted the wind. It's sunny and rainy, but it's sparse. "Only Tuan Tuan Festival, faithfulness and faithfulness remain unchanged." "Close to the window, build two or three clusters, add clarity and make contributions quietly. The shadow cuts the golden moon, and the sound knocks the cold jade and shakes the wind. Don't believe that ChristianRandPhillips's tears are red without money. " Naturally, Yu Zi is partial to you. She is humble in the snow and ice. "Yuan Zhen and Liu Jian are affectionate, showing the quietness and firmness of Hsinchu incisively and vividly, reminiscent of a small house hidden in the mountains. Those bamboos are decorations, and hermits are like immortals enjoying tea and bamboo in the courtyard. This is probably the fairyland beauty that we were drawn into since childhood.
Scholars love bamboo not only because of its beauty, but also because of its nobility. His upright and upright character, which is not afraid of wind, frost and cold, is exactly what literati have been pursuing all their lives and is also the foundation of being a man. "The snow pressed the branches very low, although the mud could not be reached; Once the sun rises, it is still in harmony with the sky. " This is the reputation of integrity given to bamboo by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of Ming Dynasty. "Shuang Ling and bamboo arrows stand out from the crowd and compete with heaven and earth for spring" is bamboo's confidence; "Adhere to the castle peak and not relax, and the roots are broken rocks; It is still strong after thousands of trials and tribulations. It is the power of bamboo and the power of bamboo. " One paragraph after another, thousands of leaves remain; I don't blossom, and I don't want to tease bees and butterflies "is the sublimity of bamboo;" "Smoke, rain and wind are all right. Fu Shui Zang Cun Fu Song Jian moved to Xiao Sao Li Yuan Temple. Wash to avoid invading the front peak. The invading moss broke the spring buds. The winding path is secluded, and it is overcast in summer. The rogue apricot flower is full of feelings. Wearing a few pieces of jade is a good match. " This is a lovely bamboo. With such a good reputation, people naturally like bamboo.
The greatness of bamboo is that it can be made into all kinds of articles, and small and exquisite bamboo baskets can hold articles; Solid bamboo stools and chairs can make people sit comfortably; Exquisite bamboo mats are essential in midsummer. Bamboo fishing rod is not a valuable thing, but it is very practical. When I was young, I used it again and again to add fresh fish soup to the dining table. In that era when life was not rich, such days were considered to be happy. Bamboo also has an indissoluble bond with music. Long bamboo knots are made into bamboo flutes, flutes and other musical instruments. Then, touching homesickness songs will resound through the sky, and bamboo will melt our emotions into these beautiful notes. "There is no meat to eat and no bamboo to live; No meat makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar; People can be thin and fat, and laymen cannot be cured. " This is Su Shi's persistence in bamboo; "Bamboo half mask, new shoots out of the wall. The color invades the book late, and the shadow is cooler than the bottle. The rain is beautiful first, and the wind is fragrant. " But I didn't cut in line. I'm going to see Fu Yunchang. It is the beauty of bamboo in Du Fu's works ... With the praise of literary sages, bamboo is more valued by literati.
However, as far as bamboo is concerned, it cannot tolerate any cigar smoke. Once trapped, it would rather face death, so the bamboo forest in its hometown became a wasteland.
Although there is no bamboo forest in childhood, the bamboo forest in my heart is still there, with a trace of melancholy. Find out the bamboo flute in the drawer, and the long homesickness song echoes in the ear. Bamboo is my eternal love. Spiders weave webs
Jiangsu tianying
After the rainstorm, a golden sun shone obliquely into the Woods, with lovely green leaves and dripping water. I was walking leisurely on the boulevard when I suddenly saw a black thing hanging on a branch. Looking closer, it turned out to be a little spider, busy weaving a web.
I think it may be that a heavy rain just now washed away the dense cobwebs and made the thin little spider lose its "home". The little black spider was hung in the air by a slender filament. The top of the filament is tied to a branch, and the bottom of the filament is connected with a small hole. When eight paws kept paddling, the silk kept stretching. Oh! It turned out that the spider pulled out soft filaments from the small holes, then landed on a branch below to fix the filaments, and quickly returned to the original high branch along the trunk. It won't fall off when jumping, because the second thread has come out of the small hole, so it will fall firmly on the branch, then the third and fourth thread. ...
I stared at the spider and watched it keep spinning its web. I can't help feeling sorry for this spider. I thought: it is not easy for spiders to weave webs! Climbing high, hanging in the air, and a little acrobatic genius! At this time, a small sparrow suddenly dashed down from the opposite branch, smashed the net and took away a large piece of net silk.
Looking at that sparrow is like seeing a toad covered with zits. It's disgusting and disgusting.
As soon as the sparrow flew away, the little spider patiently weaved the web, weaving fast and well. At this moment, my little brother Wen Tao hit a bamboo pole and shouted at me, "Tian Ying! I know, why don't you catch it? " As he spoke, he swung his bamboo pole and shouted. The cicada flew before the bamboo pole arrived. But when the bamboo pole came, it just hit the spider's web, and the little spider had no strength at all. One setback after another, the little spider may be disheartened and lose the courage to continue weaving the web. I couldn't stand it anymore and went home angrily.
The next morning, I passed by this forest and visited the spider again. I was surprised to find that the weak spider web was so big, so dense and so good. I just looked at it, and my heart trembled. What a wonderful little animal! Although the spider is small, isn't its indomitable spirit worth praising and learning?
Spider, what a humble little animal, how common it is for spiders to weave webs. However, the little author has a unique vision and weaves a spider web.