Zhuzan _900 words

Bamboo is lush, tall, slender and graceful. Compared with other plants, it is eclipsed, as if the green of the earth has been sucked away by it; Bamboo is fresh and refined, even plums, which are famous for their elegance, can't be compared with it, as if the freshness in the air is attached to it; Bamboo is tall and straight, making pine trees not as tall as it is, as if white clouds in the sky should look up high. No matter the wind and rain or even the cold, bamboo stands there with its amazing perseverance. There is no trace of distractions in bamboo's heart, and it is surprisingly tough. No matter when and where, bamboo is green all year round. In spring, bamboo shoots that have been sleeping for a long time are awakened by the first ray of sunshine in the spring morning. They are eager for the fresh air on the ground, and the smell attracts them constantly. They assiduously absorb nutrients and roughly drill through the soil. Finally, one day, the morning sun shone on a small short bamboo shoot. In summer, Venus Ran Ran rises, the morning light shines on the bamboo shoots again, and the mist drifts away with the wind. After time running-in, bamboo grows taller than me, and the fog disappears, but it looks more beautiful in the test of time. The late autumn witnessed the efforts of bamboo, and the group that stood out was the small bamboo shoots. The autumn wind is cool, bamboo swaying with the wind, and bamboo leaves rustling, as if singing in a low voice in response to the swaying of bamboo. In late autumn, the leaves of most trees have faded from the youth of midsummer, and the yellow leaves have fallen one after another, and the autumn wind is blowing like butterflies flying all over the sky. In winter, the north wind roared, and those bare branches stretched out into the sky, as if they were asking for help from the sky, and as if they were praying for spring to come soon, but the sky seemed to be against them, and at night, goose feathers and heavy snow raged. The next day, the vegetation almost completely disappeared. Seen from a distance, there is a little green in the silence. Look carefully, it is bamboo, and the leaves on the bamboo branches are still green, dancing in the cold wind, which is more delicate. From summer to winter solstice, all the trees withered, except bamboo, which was lush, strong and stubborn, born in the wind, graceful and smiling at the wind, frost, rain and snow. The cold is blown away by the spring breeze, the dead wood is covered with new leaves, winter goes and spring comes, and it falls into a new cycle ... year after year, day after day, like an arrow, time flies and bamboo is happy. Gazing at the beautiful posture of bamboo, we seem to see the great painter Zheng Banqiao painting while chanting "tempered, let the southeast, northwest and north wind blow"; Vaguely, I seem to see the poet Wang "leaning on bamboo alone, playing and singing"; Mr. Dongpo, a great writer, has gone through thousands of years, feeling that "eating without meat is better than living without bamboo" ... Bamboo's strong character has attracted countless praises throughout the ages, and many people praise it with countless poems based on this standard. It is the brightest pearl in this vast world, and its unyielding and noble character leads generations to forge ahead. Willow with flowing long hair, pure narcissus, lotus with clean mud, plum with cold flowers and bamboo are the most outstanding trees. Praise bamboo and its character-Yi.