Artistic conception of bamboo forest listening to rain Part I: Bamboo forest listening to rain
Among the eighteen scenic spots in Gushan, there is a scene called? Jade bamboo shoots into forests? This scene does not mean that there are large bamboo forests here. Winter bamboo shoots break through the ground, and jade bamboo shoots stand upright, pointing directly at the sky, which is amazing. But when you stand on that unique stone. Xie Jiayan? In the sky, looking eastward, I saw mountains surrounded by clouds, and under the high jade bamboo shoots, some peaks of different sizes were exposed from time to time. Towering rocks, under the action of fog, seem to make people feel that this mountain is like mushrooms after rain, sometimes breaking ground and sometimes turning into bamboo. This phantom scenery will really intoxicate people.
Although stalagmites form a forest, for the managers here, it is an occasion to actually plant several bamboo bushes. Looking at the bamboo sea in the forest will always make people excited, because that green and vast momentum is profound to people.
And the taste of these bamboos has a different charm. The mountain breeze blows gently, and the bamboo leaves sing. Although the rustling sound is as thin as gossamer, this thread can always pull people's hearts and tenderness. In winter, the sun shines obliquely and the bamboo shadow shakes gently. Although it is dotted like a chaotic chapter, what is revealed in this chaotic chapter is its unique rhythm.
No one loves bamboo more than Dongpo, that sentence? Better eat without meat than live without bamboo? Tao exhausted his love for bamboo, which is also a portrayal of his life. When he was young, bamboo was very heroic in his eyes: there were thousands of bamboo poles in front of the door and four books in the class? , bamboo and books have become his reference in his career. It's difficult, but career is always unpredictable. When others look at bamboo in middle age, their mood will gradually calm down. Dredge the bamboo outside the curtain and clear the rain between the bamboos. The window sash is clean and dust-free. How cold and foggy is it? . When he grows up, he can only sigh: Too tired to say anything, is the wind whistling? Sitting in a small pavilion with a cloak, emitting bamboo? .
Suddenly it began to rain, not very much. The rain was blown by the mountain wind, and the white diagonal line gently hit the bamboo leaves. Listen carefully, although the raindrops are small, they are so crisp and silent when they hit the bamboo leaves. Look at the crystal clear raindrops dripping along the bamboo leaves. It's really a bit like nature, and the scenery is absolutely beautiful.
Sit in the pavilion, turn on your own MP3 player and find out the music of Listening to the Rain in the Bamboo Grove. The sound of rain from musical instruments and this natural sound of rain instantly blend into one. Then the guzheng played an adagio like running water. Slowly, it blew out a unique quiet and soft melody. And that gentle harmony floats leisurely in the ethereal music. The rain not only wet the bamboo forest, but also wet my heart.
At this time, I really want to warm a pot of water with my intimate friends and raise a glass in this bamboo forest listening to the rain, saying that the past is the present. Experience the kind of Meng Jieran:? Escape is false, and the breeze is in the bamboo forest. Is it the fun in wine and the occasional sound on the piano? Floating interest.
However, Shan Ye is vast and lonely. Only the winter rain is swaying and the bamboo rain is like a song. At this time, even if you are interested in inviting your confidant, you can only see the rustle of disconnection and winter rain. Even if you have the intention to make friends, you can only look at this leisurely swaying bamboo.
Occasionally, there are sporadic tourists passing by. Although there are one or two casual eyes, the non-stop footsteps still disappear with the breeze dancing on the sleeves. Imagination is always beautiful, but reality is always true. A person can only taste this rain, a love, a poem and a song by himself.
The mountain is silent at this time, but I don't feel lonely and lonely. Because, I have melted my heart into that green, that rain curtain, that clear voice. The harmony between this melody and the heart melody naturally flows out an extraordinary feeling. The breeze blows through the lush bamboo forest, the drizzle overflows the silent sea of hearts, and the flute sweeps the listening ears.
Therefore, in this swaying winter rain and cold wind, there are too many thoughts, too many sorrows, too many confusions and too many melancholy. They all sheltered from the rain in this bamboo forest. In the washed soul, there are only me, bamboo, rain and music.
Shan Yu always stops by for a while. Soon, the sunshine hidden in the clouds shone into the bamboo forest after the rain. Bamboo leaves are more beautiful at this time. And those crystal clear raindrops, under the refraction of sunlight, shine with the unique dazzling light of rain.
Looking at the wet land, I imagine that a batch of winter bamboo shoots will break out tomorrow. Although the wind and frost will wait for it, it will always look like a wonderful green with its own unique style, singing songs that will never change. The bamboo forest listens to the rain without songs, and the green lines of poetry have been recited by the rain, and they have become voiceless in ancient and modern times. The bamboo forest listens to the rain, the bamboo is intentional, there is rhyme in the rain, and there is joy in the heart.
Artistic conception of bamboo forest listening to rain Part II: Bamboo forest listening to rain
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Deep in the bamboo forest, that small bamboo building.
The rain is just pleasant, tight and moderate, and the attitude is leisurely. All over the bamboo forest, natural and graceful, beautiful lines. Rain refined bamboo leaves, laid the foundation for the rigidity and beauty of bamboo poles, and rendered the ethereal and distant bamboo forests.
A pot of black tea, amber condenses into silence. The water vapor rises slowly, and the tea fragrance is quiet and wanton.
The details are unclear and the structural transition is vague.
After drinking a cup of fragrant tea, you will see the rain in the bamboo forest, walk slowly and stand in front of you with a smile. You have to invite it, invite it, and sit by the window without windows.
That's it,
You look at it, you listen to it,
It looks at you and listens to you.
You see, the tone of the rain is very gentle, and my eyes are moist. A white cheongsam with a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves. I can't see her face clearly, but she must have long hair hanging down to her waist.
It's right in front of you, hovering around you.
It is the sound, but it quietly accompanies you in the depths of the bamboo forest.
It's from the sky, but you carved it at will.
Time flies, flies away. You're a little lost, a little lost.
You look around,
However, the sunshine mottled the bamboo forest, and the silence quickly evaporated. The thoughts of one place suddenly flowed without a trace. This is a green encounter, beautiful and quiet, no one knows.
Without tea, my heart is far away.
Artistic conception of bamboo forest listening to rain Part III: Bamboo forest listening to rain
The wind is slightly cold, the rain is slightly dripping, and the touch of the season is slightly cool. Oh, autumn is coming. There is a feeling in my heart that this poem does not belong to the noisy world, but belongs to the quiet bamboo.
With some elegance and comfort, I wandered into my pocket. Bamboo villa? It stands alone at the foot of the mountain, and only the gurgling stream knows its existence. It's a small bamboo building, with an exquisite yard surrounded by bamboo fences, and a bamboo rocking chair in the yard, waiting quietly for its owner. From a distance, my little bamboo house seems to be a little less Li Lewei? Castle in the air? Charming and smart, but a little more rachel? A humble room? Quiet and elegant.
I like the feeling of sitting in front of the bamboo building on rainy days, holding a pot of fragrant tea, curling up the smoke from the kitchen, and the fragrance is faint. It must be bamboo leaf green. In the silence, you seem to feel the sound of rain beating on the roof repaired by bamboo sticks. It sometimes decomposes and sometimes merges, and then merges into a bead that slips off the roof and hits the bamboo ware under the eaves, crisp as a bang. Looking up, a wisp of mountain wind passed by, bamboo fences flashed slightly, green waves rippled slightly, and rain fell gently between bamboo leaves. I heard that Bai Juyi? Is the flower bottom slippery? What about the sound? There are more silent complaints than vocal complaints? This is probably its realm. The rain in Mao Mao sometimes gathers into a big raindrop and beats on a leaf. Does that sound like you? Did you hear Yue Xian's ears suddenly clear? But the leaves seem to have a feeling that they cannot bear the weight of life. As soon as it bowed its head, it sent raindrops to the ground.
The feeling of listening to the rain around the bamboo fence is also wonderful, and the bamboo hat is not needed, so let yourself blend into the bamboo forest to listen to the drizzle. Conveniently caressing bamboo, the flexibility of bamboo slips passes through your fingers, pulling a piece of bamboo leaves to smell, and the faint bamboo fragrance seeps into your heart, which is refreshing. Look closely at the wind and bamboo dance, and the rain is the string; Raise your eyes and weave in the drizzle, you know? Foggy and rainy? The origin of. I don't know when, a bamboo leaf fell between my sleeves, with several crystal beads on it. I gently picked up the bamboo leaves, but the beads disappeared without a trace in an instant. Listen to the rain in the bamboo forest
Do you need bamboo forests to listen to the rain and walk? My leisure, walking by the quiet bamboo forest, letting the rain beat the keys in my heart, will there be? Rain or shine? Calm down, calm down. In the complicated world, find a station attendant to give yourself a rest, and many unbearable tiredness and troubles in life will disappear in an instant with the wind and rain. As long as there is a piece of green in my heart and a curtain of rain, is there one in my life? Slight cold? , will it? The hills are slanting but welcoming guests? .
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