Father

After thinking for a long time, I wanted to write another article about bamboo, but I didn’t know how to write it, so I decided to search the prose about bamboo on the Internet and click the search content, “Random Thoughts of bamboo inside and outside the wall” popped up on the website. I looked carefully and found that it was actually the text written by myself. The world was full of beautiful memories of encounters. Because of the working environment, the bamboo outside the window is always close at hand. Now, dancing in the wind, jiongna is colorful and green. In May, the curved Hsinchu, however, was like a girl with tender feelings and water, showing all kinds of tenderness, tranquility and elegance; The verdant and straight old bamboo, like a wise elder, was neither grandstanding nor overbearing, open-minded, unadorned, soft and unyielding. If I have planted bamboo myself, maybe some people don’t believe it, but it is true. More than twenty years ago, the bamboo that went down with his old father had already become a forest. I heard from my brother that the bamboo forest was green, straight and tough, which was his main source of income. When I went home to sweep the tomb on Tomb Sweeping Day this year, the bamboo shoots that my brother brought to me could be judged to be strong and robust. What made me a little regretful was that I didn’t go to Maozhu mountain which was far away from home to appreciate her elegant demean. Because this year’s Tomb-Sweeping Day weather is surprisingly abnormal, and the temperature reaches a hot level. Near noon, it makes people feel suffocated on the mountain. In addition, the graves of relatives are overgrown with weeds. When weeding, I almost tried all my strength. Under the sun exposure, I felt a slight heatstroke. In desperation, I went home in advance. Seeing my collusion, my old father bantered: even if I go now, I won’t be able to stand the trouble like you. I hurried to dissuade him: you are sick, so you don’t have to try to be brave in such a hot weather! Bamboo is so tough (in our local words, it means tenacious), how can we be better than her? My father said a little unconvinced. Then my father smiled gently and said, “there is a bamboo beside a tomb in the afternoon. You can go and have a look at it. It was the bamboo that I got from the middle school more than a decade ago. Now it has become a forest. Please help me to have a look. Upon hearing my father’s saying that there was bamboo beside the tomb to be worshiped in the afternoon, I was shocked. After having lunch in a hurry, I went up the mountain. When I arrived at the cemetery, I saw bamboo shining with green pine and fir, there are almost no weeds beside the tomb. It is very easy to sweep the tomb. Under the green shade, there is a gloomy feeling, but I don’t feel horrible. It is the power of family affection, or the strong spirit of bamboo and pine inspired me? Perhaps both. Standing in the hilly area, I sighed with emotion and insisted that the Green Mountains would not relax, and the roots were originally in the broken rocks. It is still hard to work through thousands of blows, and the wind is north, southwest and east. Write down the unyielding spiritual quality of bamboo incisively and vividly. Bamboo grows silently in barren mountains and wild ridges. No matter it is the peak Ridge or the ditch, she can survive tenaciously in adversity with perseverance. Liguan was originally in the broken rock, but most of the moso bamboos I saw were in the hilly areas. Moreover, I found that the moso bamboos growing in the rocks were generally not as sturdy as the yellow mud soil, it seems that to reach the agreement between the conception of poetry and reality leaves us space for thinking. When I got home, my father lay quietly on the chair to rest. I put down the hoe gently for fear of affecting his old man’s rest. However, when I passed by the chair, my father still asked;: does the bamboo shoot beside the tomb grow well? Some of them have grown to the graves of graves, but I have handled them all. I replied in a. This good! But from now on, you will go home to sweep the tomb, because now there is also a holiday on Tomb Sweeping Day. Maybe you will sweep another tomb later, my father said softly. What are you talking about? Your task now is to have a good rest! I try to tell word. I gradually pondered the meaning of my father’s words and savored his life carefully. Now, I am still calm when facing illness. As a member of the most common communist party member in the countryside, there is nothing vigorous, the magnificent life resume is like a bamboo growing quietly in the deep mountains and forests, plain but without any extravagant demands. Maybe among the literati, bamboo does not bloom, is light and elegant, and is spotless. She does not want to be gorgeous, and does not want the character of natural nature of undeserved reputation. He can’t sum up. However, the reason why my father lived in the hospital in September (he still braved the hot heat to open the way for the villagers when others were resting, and there was a custom of opening the way in the countryside.), And what he said, how many years can I drive for the villagers? How powerful he was, he interpreted the demeanour and principles of being a man like bamboo with his long life. Thinking of the principle of the bamboo effect, for thousands of years, the bamboo’s elegant character and image have become a teacher and admirable. She always insisted on the Green Mountain, devoted herself to it, without complaint or regret. What is the bamboo in my father’s heart like? It’s going to be a holiday. I ‘d better ask him face to face when I go home! At the same time, I wish my father health and happiness from afar! 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