Bamboo is heartless and dusty.

Walking in the quiet ancient vicissitudes of the road, drifting away with the traces of history...

Looking up at the bamboo forest, it is still the memories of the blue, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the lonely heart.

Bamboo has a refined and refined style, and has established a thousand-year-old gentleman's style. The swaying leaves are light-colored detachment; the straight stems are simple and beautiful; the dust-free heart is the sustenance of thoughts.

The wind of the gentleman of bamboo lies in the empty heart, and the hidden potential is the uprightness in the universe. The thoughts of love are hidden in the bamboo core of the bamboo shoots, and drifted into the distance with the wind...

Bamboo has no heart, no dust, how can the autumn wind start...

The third day: three thousand prosperous soil