Historical records of bamboo originated in the Yangshao culture 5,600 years ago, and the earliest hieroglyphic oracle bone has "bamboo". We Chinese people should be grateful for bamboo, because from the Warring States to the Wei and Jin Dynasties, for eight hundred years, people used bamboo sticks to carve words and write books. Bamboo has made great contributions to the development, continuation and inheritance of Chinese history.
Bamboo also symbolizes festivity. Before the invention of gunpowder Chinese, there were no crisp firecrackers and colorful fireworks in the world. Whenever there is a festive day, people burn new bamboo to listen to its crackling to express their happy mood, so firecrackers are still called firecrackers.
Among the many plants, I especially like bamboo, which is different from any plant, not a tree and not a grass, and all the joes, crowns, vines, and grasses cannot contain it. It is said that it is a tree, but the belly is empty, and after the spring rain, the bamboo shoots are exposed to the soil, and it is gradually rising. It is said that it is grass, but it is strong and straight into the sky, growing into a large bamboo forest. Bamboo has become the embodiment of noble personality with its dashing nature, tranquility and elegance, non-contention and beauty, and non-admiration. Zheng Banqiao, one of the eight monsters of Yangzhou, loved planting bamboo, painting bamboo and wing bamboo all his life. When he was the prefect of Weixian County, Shandong, he once borrowed the image of bamboo to make a poem: "Wusha throws away not as an official, and the sac is xiaoxiao with two sleeves; write a branch of Qingxiu bamboo, and make a fishing rod on the autumn maple river." "It expresses his humble sentiment of being indifferent to fame and fortune and his personality of not being upright for the powerful."
In prehistory, there was less bamboo in the north, and only Jiangnan was a place of more bamboo, like the yang, willow and sycamores in the north. The Xiang'e area is a bamboo-producing town, full of mountains and wild bamboo forests, villages and villages are flooded with bamboo, and greenery is piled up in front of the house and behind the house. When I wandered outside the village, I could only hear chickens and dogs barking, but it was difficult to see his figure. The only thing that can be seen is that the pink wall is dotted in the middle, and where the wind arrives, there is a bamboo shaking and a hundred bamboos, and the sound of natural coolness is full of ears.
In my hometown Gangnam bamboo is a rare plant. More than 40 years ago, Lushan Forest Farm introduced a batch of bamboo from Zhuzhou, Hunan Province, and tried to plant it in the sun of Lushan. Since then, these bamboo, arrow bamboo, and moso bamboo on the banks of the Xiang River have taken root and sprouted in the cold north, Lushan Mountain, and began to settle down.
At the beginning of the move, my first wish was to plant a bush of green bamboo in a corner of the courtyard. In the spring of the following year, I asked a friend to bring fifteen bamboo trees from the Lushan Forest Farm and plant them in the open space of the yingmen. In the soil of a foreign land, in my yard, it washed away the tear marks of the Xiang River and began to multiply. The sturdy bamboo whip stretched out wantonly, and the bamboo and bamboo grandchildren rushed out of the ground before and after May Day. In the event of spring rain, bamboo arrows will rise up overnight. From winter to spring, fifteen thin bamboo trees have grown into a piece of emerald green, vigorous and beautiful.
In the dripping spring rain, I can appreciate the fresh and seemingly innocent jointing sound of its baby bathing; in the cool summer night of the breeze, I can enjoy the clear sound of its wind combing green leaves and the beautiful shadow like smoke; under the autumn sun of the sunset, I can witness its outer and inner emptiness, and the noble character of the valley; in the cold wind of the ice and snow, I admire its tenacious disposition of not bending down and the verdant face.
There are bamboo bushes in the home, which can make people otherworldly and purify the soul.
About author:Wang Qiyu, a native of Yiyuan County, Shandong, Yiyuan County Branch of the Agricultural Development Bank (retired), a member of the China Financial Writers Association, whose works have appeared in media such as Essays, Financial Literature, Qi Feng, and Shandong Financial Literature, and many works have been included in literary collections such as "Silver Star Brilliant".
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