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But, I thought "number of clump bamboo" in the hospital, not in order to catch the fashion. These bamboo praise poetry, I mostly have read in youth teco electric motor ac , of bamboo fondly of love has already rooted deep in the heart, but never thought the bamboo planted into the yard. Because my heart to know: I am not corrupt official, don't need to use a few cluster bamboo table clean; I'm not old bookman, need not use to decorate artistic planting bamboo. What really makes me think of "plant number of clump bamboo" in the courtyard, is due to accidental moonlit bamboo WenDi 16 years ago.

It is summer in 1996. My old classmate, famous modern literature expert, professor at northwestern university Zhao Junxian to treasure after the lecture, I according to the provincial writers association plans to send him to hanzhong purple cypress mountain zhang liang temple scenic area. That night we lived in a hostel in the purple BaiShanLin sea, night, the sound of the distant Lin tao I am difficult to fall asleep Dream beauty pro . I wear clothes get up, take advantage of the moonlight stroll through bamboo at the back of the courtyard, suddenly heard a faint sound flute, stop to listen to, is the "spring night on". I can't help but dark xu Zhang Rexu that "riverside tidal sea level, a total of sea moon tide health. Twinkling twinkling with thousands of miles, no where on that" the beautiful lyrics. Then listen to the flute in the faint yellow moonlight, like unreal a milky white water, and further to gently flowing between all stem ribbed, and sometimes melodious to fast glides on ten million , constitute a psychedelic world again bright and beautiful, I have forgotten where the trance. This is really amazing! I follow the sound to find to, turned out to be a young man in a bamboo flute, he said that he is a music college internship students, learn the blow.

Back home, I feel refreshed and awake. Remember, blow out a student such beautiful flute, is really a miracle. Another think Dream beauty pro , however, their feeling of this kind of fantasy is to come from? Remember Marx once said that beautiful literary works is the creator and appreciator. This is good. I meditate on historically has read the praise poetry of bamboo, bamboo that modesty, stanza to 2:00, tall clouds form and cold, hard, do not choose to the quality of the raw and carry my heart. Ah, I see, when I listen to the flute in the bamboo forest, have deep love and admiration for bamboo secretly morph into their feelings. This is the flute and bamboo!

In the following years, this kind of sense of fantasy. How to make this kind of feeling is often called, with pleasure of his feelings? So, I created a "number of clump bamboo" from the idea of hospital. I imagine myself sitting in a small yard, look at the bamboo tall and straight posture, listen through the bamboo grove, slip bamboo wind, breathing the fresh air of the bamboo grove filtering and that is how nice! At that time, I used to have long ear hear foul language, chest depositting the foul gas, will be dispersed, I will also be relaxed and happy to spend your life the last time.
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