also called bamboo

Bamboo, also called bamboo. Bamboo is very common in life, is one of the forest resources, there are "plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum" one of the four gentlemen, "plum Songzhu" one of the three friends of the cold and so on. There are also several bamboo trees in front of my hometown house. Every time I see her, she is dressed in green clothes and stands there straight. She has the tall and straight bamboo pole of the pine tree, there are so many branches and leaves of the willow tree, and the strong character of the plum blossom smiling in the wind, frost, snow and rain, and the virtues of quiet, elegant, open-minded and enterprising, high moral integrity, and willing to contribute. "Insist that the mountain peak is not relaxed, and the root is in the broken rock." Thousands of grinding thousands of strikes still strong, Ren Er east southwest north wind." This sentence passed down through the ages can be said to write vividly the spiritual quality of bamboo's perseverance and unyielding. One summer, the typhoon, there are ten strong, at that time I thought: such a strong wind, the hometown gate of those bamboo will be broken by their waist, broken bones? Will she be devastated by this? A week after the typhoon, I went back to my hometown, and sure enough, they could not withstand the overwhelming force of the typhoon, but to my surprise, they just bent their waists, and were not broken. The vitality of bamboo is tenacious, and she can survive in adversity with perseverance. The year after the typhoon, when I went to see her again, she stood in front of me dressed in green. Although he endured the whipping and torture of wind, frost, snow and rain throughout the year, she always "insisted on green mountains", devotion, no regrets. I love bamboo, love its tenacity. When the storm comes, they are all energetic and fearless. Even when the wind blows off their branches and the rain breaks their "spines," they still refuse to bow to the storm and stand tall, digging their roots deep into the earth. Like rows of unyielding soldiers, they refused to surrender to the enemy. Ah, bamboo, you are the symbol of life, is the unyielding messenger!Flowers quietly open, flowers gently fall, all such as the alternation of the season, open into blossoming beautiful completed a land in full bloom! Flowers have a subtle sound, in the covered with fragrance of the future and yellow flowers above stepping out a string of creaking sound, in September maybe somewhere will be open flowers, I really want to appreciate! Flowers so into my world, opened into a blossoming youth as gorgeous colors, for a long time, it became a colorful garden, they are blooming, but not competing, they are tightly hold a group of quiet bloom one day, two days, three days, open like the stars, I did not say to others I have a beautiful small garden! Because she belongs to me, is a garden for me. Flowers are a kind of happiness, and the garden is a continuation of the growth of happiness. Flowers make people happy, flowers make people sad, I am a person who likes to see flowers and likes to see flowers fall, quiet view flowers to see flowers lightly, Realize flowers wither and fly to walk at the end of the summer, the pursuit of home, "the kind of sad beauty, how many people are intoxicated by flowers, flowers fall and lift how many people's feelings of sadness, if the flowers are for the love of flowers to open, the flowers fall who flowers fall, the beauty of the death, the end of the life of flowers, no one will understand, and no one wants to understand more Deep, light there is a kind of sadness filled with heart, just want to die with her, leaving only the residual fragrance, taking away the troubles of the world, thousands of years ago, there are poets for her shed tears of vicissitudes of life for thousands of years, and how many people succumb to her sad sadness, There are poets cloud: falling red is not heartless things, into spring mud more protective flowers, there have also been poets cloud: falling flowers intentionally with water, water merciless love, I firmly believe that flowers have feelings, flowers and people, flowers fall, a strange season, a strange time! I love flowers, I love flowers fall, I just like to see her open, look at her fall, flowers bloom I will cherish. People are like this, many happy things will slowly forget, many sad things but how can not forget.