Selected essays about bamboo

Bamboo is a wonderful plant. It can become a unique bamboo house, a cool bamboo bed, a bamboo mat, a unique and innovative work of art, and it can also cook bamboo tube rice full of fragrance. Below is a selection of prose essays about bamboo for your enjoyment.

Selected prose essays about bamboo: Bamboo is a wordless poem

My love for bamboo originated from the bamboo forest in my grandmother’s backyard. Walking in the morning light, stroll along the bamboo forest path, watching the smoke, sun shadows, and dew floating among the sparse branches and leaves. Being in such a world makes people feel relaxed and happy, forgetting all their worries.

I love bamboo, its free and easy posture; I love its upright momentum, its integrity without branches; I love its character of combining strength and softness. I love it even more for its character of "following the virtues of a gentleman and being suitable for everything". A green mountain with bamboo will be greener, and a bamboo forest next to a water will be more beautiful. A few clusters of bamboo in a farmhouse's courtyard will make the courtyard more vibrant. Bamboo is beautiful. Wherever it grows, it will give it an extraordinary charm; wherever it grows, it will give it a refined taste. Elegant, quiet and pleasing to the eye.

"Bamboo sticks to the green mountains and does not relax. It has its roots in the chaotic rocks. It has endured countless blows and is still strong, regardless of the east, west, north and south winds." Bamboo takes root in the peaks, ridges, ravines and ravines, and can remain strong with its tenacity. The indomitable perseverance survives in adversity and clings to the boundless loneliness and desolation. It is beaten and tortured by wind, frost, snow and rain all year round. But it always "fixes its feet on the green hills" and concentrates without changing its tall and straight posture. After the storm, it is still full of vitality and vigorous. There are still no distracting thoughts in my mind, "Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves, I won't bloom, the rabbit teases the bees and butterflies."

I love bamboo, appreciate bamboo, worship bamboo, praise bamboo, not only Because the various styles of bamboo give people an artistic beauty. It is because of the natural nature of bamboo, its excellent character of being quiet and elegant, modest and enterprising, high-spirited and upright, not afraid of the subversion of the world, and not afraid of the interference of the world. Give me philosophical enlightenment and personality strength.

Whether you are in the car on a journey or when you are sightseeing in the mountains and rivers, just seeing bamboo is like seeing an old friend reunited after a long separation, and feels extremely cordial. I can’t help but take a photo with Bamboo and keep it. Will you still? Some bamboo leaves were brought back, dried, and made into a traditional Chinese medicine - light bamboo leaves. When I am upset and unable to sleep, I brew a cup of light tea with light bamboo leaves and lotus cores. The fragrance dispels fire and helps me sleep peacefully.

I love bamboo, but where I live there is no "paradise" with the sounds of birdsong and the sight of vegetation, so I can't see the elegant and slender figure of bamboo. I love bamboo every day, so during my vacation, I like to plant a few pots of asparagus and insert a few lucky bamboos to give my home the atmosphere of bamboo. Also hang a couplet in the living room: "There are bamboos in the middle and spring is always there, the mountains are quiet and there is no one, and the water flows by itself." People often say: "If you like to paint plum blossoms, you will paint bamboos when you are angry." But I don't think so. I will write bamboo when I am in a particularly good mood. Lay out the rice paper, pick up the brush and dip it in ink.

Then slowly write the bamboo in your mind in small regular script on each bamboo leaf: human character; individual character; dividing character; introduction character; Sichuan character; Gao Fei Gu Yan, Clear bamboo; rain bamboo; snow bamboo; wind bamboo... The various forms of bamboo, feel the greenness of bamboo; feel the softness of bamboo; feel the freedom and ease of bamboo; feel the elegance of bamboo. Express my feelings for bamboo and experience the comfort that nature brings to me. Feel Mr. Zheng's beautiful scene of "there is sound in the wind and rain, shadows in the sun and moon... there is company in the boredom and leisure."

I love bamboo for its self-purification and self-purification, and I love bamboo for its self-benevolence and beauty.

For me, bamboo is a wordless poem; bamboo is a wonderful song; bamboo is the spring that never disappears!

Selected prose essays about bamboo: Bamboo Rhythm Qingyin

I moved the year before last, and there were many weeds in the yard that I couldn’t name. I always didn’t have time to plant some bamboos. Summer has arrived this year,? ahref='/aihao/zhongzhi/'target='_blank'>Planting Huaishunshu=?Blink?Leaves are jealous, enemies are plundering and punished?Blow dumplings Wei?⒓Qiu treatment?Force the spring curtain?糳kucha? /p>

In the Jin Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, in a mountain, a group of literati drank and had fun, wrote some poems, and then one of them wrote the preface, and they suddenly became famous throughout the ages. This is Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection", and the music was performed in Kuaiji Mountain. Why play there? Because "there are high mountains, lush forests and bamboos here."

The scholars of the Jin Dynasty liked bamboo, especially Wang Xizhi’s son Wang Huizhi. When Wang Huizhi joined the army as a chariot general Huan Chong, his residence could be moved at any time, but no matter where he lived, he had to live in a safe place.

Wang Huizhi, courtesy name Ziyou, is the fifth son of Wang Xizhi. Once, Wang Huizhi was called to Beijing. The boat stopped at a ferry and happened to meet Huan Ziye passing by on horseback. The entourage told Wang Huizhi that it was the great musician Huan Yi. Huan Yi and Hui Zhi were strangers, and Hui Zhi did not get off the ship. He sent someone to call Huan Yi: "I heard that your flute skills are superb, can you play a piece of music?" General Huan Yi was busy with military affairs, and it was difficult for ordinary people to hear him. When he heard that Huizhi was on board, Huan Yi dismounted his horse and approached the ferry, played "Keting's Flute" and played "Three Plum Blossoms". In the first section, the plum blossoms are in bud, in the second section, the cold wave has a faint fragrance, and in the third section, the wind and snow force the plum blossoms to bloom. The sound changes from gentle to urgent, and clear. People on the boat are sitting or lying in silence, and their thoughts are beyond the sky. Huan Yi finished his music, put away his flute, and went back without any courtesy.

The friendship between gentlemen lies in their understanding. Wherever you are inspired, you will go thousands of miles away; where you are inspired, you will be speechless.

When Hui Zhi was in Shanyin, it snowed heavily one night. He opened a pavilion to drink wine, looked around at a silvery white, and slowly recited the "Poetry of Zhao Yin". The poem says: "The staff is used to attract hermits, and the desolation spans the past and the present. There is no structure in the caves, but there are songbirds in the hills. The white snow stops in the shadows, and the red flowers shine in the sun forest. The stone spring washes Qiong Yao, and the scales may be floating or sinking. Silk and bamboo are not necessary, and the landscape There is a clear sound. There are autumn chrysanthemums and grains, and the orchid is heavy. I am hesitant and want to throw my hairpin." After chanting, I looked around and suddenly thought of my old friend Dai Andao. Andao was still in Shanzhou, so Huizhi got on a boat and rode in the snow to Shanzhou, arriving at dawn. When he arrived in front of Andao Gate, Hui Zhi took one look and ordered to return. When people asked him why he didn't see An Dao, Hui Zhi said: "I came here in a hurry and came back exhausted. Why do I have to see Dai An Dao?"

People yearn for the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, but there is not much that can be learned. , the direction of the trend can be reversed by non-human forces. For example, if you put a pot of asparagus on the table, you can be fascinated by the flowing water. Let’s see how Hui Zhi likes bamboo: When Hui Zhi passed Wu, he heard that a family’s courtyard was full of bamboos, so he prepared his carriage and horses and went to build his house. I saw a smoky bamboo in the distance. After getting off the bus, I didn’t even say hello to the owner, focusing on looking at the bamboo. When the host heard that there was a guest enjoying the bamboo, he hurriedly swept the courtyard and prepared fragrant tea to wait.

Huizhi didn't ask where the owner lived, he just looked at the bamboos, and it was already dusk when he was so excited that he wanted to go back. The host didn't say anything, he just closed the courtyard door and blocked the guests. The emblem turns its head, and the owner smiles. Fang Xiangyu went to the hall, drank tea and discussed bamboo, and left happily.

Selected prose essays about bamboo: Those bamboos in the mountains

Author: Wang Kangnian

Bamboo, with its unique qualities, has attracted many literati throughout the ages. He left behind eternal quatrains and masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

Bamboo has nothing to do with geology. Because of my special affection for bamboo, I have been studying geology for twenty years, and gradually I have come to understand that the spirit of bamboo has been imprinted on generations of geology people.

The emotion for bamboo should start from childhood. When I was growing up in the countryside during my childhood, life was so poor that it was difficult to have a meal of meat every year or two. One day, my mother dug out two sweet bamboo trees with their roots out of nowhere, planted them by the river next to the house, and told us that we would be able to eat bamboo shoots next year! From that time on, we, the three siblings, would always sit by the small river, waiting and waiting with our eyes wide open, hoping and hoping... The next summer, when the first bamboo shoots sprouted from the ground, my mother fired the first prize for us. A bowl of bamboo shoots, which lacked meat and oil at that time, was a delicious meal for me! It was the most delicious meal I can remember eating! I still have an aftertaste...

Later, the bamboo canopies grew into clusters. Later, I graduated from junior high school and was admitted to a geology school. Later, with longing for the bamboos in my hometown, I fell in love with painting bamboos. . When I was in technical secondary school, I spent all my extracurricular time practicing bamboo painting. There were no teachers, no enlighteners, simple teaching materials, simple tables, I don’t know how many brushes I wasted, and I didn’t know how many old newspapers I drew.

Later, when I graduated from technical secondary school at the age of 19, I embarked on a journey in the geological industry...

Following the footsteps of my predecessors, I set foot on places that no veteran geologist has ever gone before. Under the leadership of the veteran geological team members, we traveled through virgin forests, climbed over cliffs, swam through streams and gullies, conducted district inspections, conducted surveys, collected geochemical prospecting, washed out heavy sand, fought against guerrillas, slept in cowsheds, and ate food. After biscuits... When we are tired and suffering, we will sing the song of the exploration team, "It was the wind in the valley that blew our red flag, it was the violent rain that washed our tents, and we have a flaming enthusiasm , overcoming all fatigue and cold..." The loud singing has been lingering in the mountains and rivers for a long time; when the night is late and the birds are quiet, we will hum the song of the exploration team members, "It is the star in the sky that lights the light for us. , is the bird in the forest, reporting the dawn to us, we have flaming enthusiasm, defeating all fatigue and cold..." The mountain wind swept our ears and we gradually fell asleep; when we were thirsty and hungry, we held a mouthful of mountain spring, Take a few bites of biscuits... Suddenly, I will think of the bamboo in my hometown. At that moment, I discovered that there are bamboos everywhere on the top of the mountain, on the cliffs, among the slopes, on the edges of streams and ravines, and beside springs! Bamboo grows everywhere! Suddenly, my heart suddenly became enlightened, my energy doubled, and I moved forward quickly... From then on, I fell in love with the bamboos in the mountains again.

Gradually, when I am not in the wild, I will think of the bamboo in the mountains; gradually, I become a mature geological team member; gradually, I finally understand... the bamboo in the mountains! You don't have the elegance, elegance, splendor and nobility of the bamboo in the palace compound, but you are tenacious and upright, soaring into the sky! It can withstand wind, sun, rain, wind, frost and snow, as well as severe cold and heat! "Don't bow your head under the snow. When the red sun returns, you will soar into the sky; don't be buried in the earth for a short period of time, and the green tips will stand out and pierce the sky." You have a broad mind, you have an open mind! You "do not want to be heard in the wild forest, nor live in the mountains"! You have no distracting thoughts and you are willing to be lonely! ...Bamboo in the mountains! Your quality has been branded on us as geological people in the long history of history! Your spirit is also a reflection of our generations of geologists!

As a result, my feelings for bamboo have deepened! Want to fall in love deeper! ... Later, every time I mention the brush, I will think of the bamboos in the mountains. The brush, the ink, and the rice paper all express my deep longing for you!

Later, every time I returned to my hometown, I would stand beside the clusters of bamboos and think quietly about my delicious childhood, the hard, simple and happy outdoor life, and the mountains. Bamboo...

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