The green bamboo is half hidden, and the new buds are out of the wall. Sex invades books late, but it is better than wine. The rain washed Juanjuan clean, and the wind blew a fragrance. But without cutting, I will meet the clouds. There is a basket on the note, wrapped with bamboo shoots. Book pen (annals), book cover. Half of the light green bamboo is still wrapped in bamboo shoots, and the new branches have just stretched out of the wall. Green permeates the book cover, lingering, and the bamboo shadow moves over the sprinkling bottle, feeling cool. Bamboo looks beautiful and clean after being washed by rain, and it can smell a faint fragrance when the breeze blows. As long as it is not destroyed, you can certainly see it grow to the height of the cloud.