My hometown is in the countryside, and there is a lush wild bamboo forest behind the house. Every time I go back to my hometown, I always like to accompany my father to stay in the bamboo forest for a while. Because this bamboo forest is the holy land in my fathers heart and the totem of my family! In the first semester of the third year of junior high school, I suddenly suffered from an unknown swelling in my left thigh. People often say that to measure the happiness of a family? One is to see whether any family members are sick and hospitalized, and the other is to see whether any family members are in jail. Looking at my red and swollen thighs, my parents’ faces were increasingly filled with sadness. Just when the whole family was at a loss to help my patient, a greater disaster befell our originally warm little family. One Sunday afternoon, my lively and adorable brother drowned. My brother is only twelve years old. He is an ignorant boy in his prime, why should he offend God? He rushed to the scene of the accident dragging his sick leg. The father held back tears, his hands and feet trembling with grief; the mother rolled on the ground, digging her ten fingers deeply into the soil, trying to find the hope of her sons survival from under the soil! The world was speechless, and the grass and trees were filled with sadness. Those blood-crying calls could never bring back the drifting soul of his younger brother! One of the three major misfortunes in life is the tragedy of middle age. The unfortunate death of his younger brother was like driving a rusty iron lamp into the hearts of his parents! During those gloomy days, the laughter at home was like the clear water in a lava lake. It disappeared without a trace overnight. In addition to doing everything possible to seek medical advice for me, my father spent more time alone in the wild bamboo forest behind the house for most of the day. No one knew what he was doing there. I silently paid attention to my fathers strange behavior and touched his dusty thoughts. Are you planning to develop this wild bamboo forest? No. There are not many bamboos and they are not big in size, so it is hard to see how much economic value they can create. Is it because of the high integrity of bamboos? It seems not. My father was still immersed in the pain of losing his son. How could he be so relaxed? As my father went to the bamboo forest more and more times, the doubts in my heart became thicker and thicker. It wasn't until the evening of the anniversary of my brothers death on May 7th that my father took me to a wild bamboo forest, and the mystery in my heart was truly solved. My father said to me solemnly: "Are you surprised that I always come here? I think if your brother is gone, he will turn into a bamboo shoot, and after next spring, he will come back to the world again!" ;The first spring rain of the coming year will arrive as expected. I quietly walked into the wild bamboo forest behind the house. As my father said, I really heard the sound of bamboo jointing, and I saw the bamboo shoots tenaciously breaking through the soil, and sticking out their furry heads! I didn't run to tell my father all this with joy, because I knew that in the future, In my fathers heart, he has long understood the simple truth that "after the sunshine and the storm, the grass will grow green in spring"!
