Not every bamboo can be made into a flute After reading, 600~800 words

When I was a child, one summer, my family came to a carpenter, in my house for half a month's work, but also good at blowing and playing the flute. He taught me to play the flute, but could not give me his own flute, which he said was left by his relatives.

With no other choice, I went to the mountain and cut down a pillar, asking him to make me a flute. He laughed bitterly, "Not every pillar can make a flute." I felt he was lying to me. The bamboo was of the right thickness, uniformly thick and thin, with inconspicuous joints and a smooth texture, and I had chosen it carefully, so why couldn't it be made into a flute? I looked at the flute in his hand, and there was nothing peculiar about it. He must have - not taken the child's words at face value.

One day, many years later, I met a flute seller on the street who traveled from village to village. It had so many flutes in its cloth bag, gently touching each other as he swayed his body, making that characteristic bamboo sound. Perhaps it was the luster of the flute itself that attracted me, perhaps it was the wandering artist-like aura of vicissitude that attracted me, perhaps it was the thought that I hadn't touched a flute in so many years, and I wondered if I would ever be able to play it again, so I let him pick one out for me.

The neighbor is a retired music teacher, I took the flute to ask him to appreciate. The old man took a close look at it, but he said it was a flute without much use, and that it would be okay for a child to play as a toy. "Instead of a flute, it's a piece of bamboo with a hole drilled in it," he said. "Not every piece of bamboo can be made into a flute." The old man's words were exactly the same as the carpenter's back then, so what was the mystery?

I took the flute and looked at it, but I couldn't see anything wrong with it. The old man explained: "This is the use of bamboo made in that year, can not withstand blowing." I'm even more confused: what happened to the year's bamboo? Do you have to put stale to do it again? Doesn't everything work better when it's fresh? The old man saw my confusion, and then said: "You do not know, all the bamboo used to make the flute, need to go through the winter, because the bamboo in the spring and summer are growing too loose, only in the winter, the temperature is cold, every day, 'the wind and frost and swords forced', its texture can become more compact and strong, no matter how you play, light, light, light, light, light, light. No matter what you blow right or left, light and sharp, it does not change, not out of tune. And the annual bamboo has not been frost and snow invasion, although it looks good growth, but used to make the flute, it will be reluctant, not only the tone is much worse, but also will appear small cracks, the insect also like to moth such bamboo."

I came to a realization. Not every bamboo can make a flute, because not every bamboo is willing to go through harsh winters, wind, frost, rain and snow, not every bamboo is able to thus harden the texture, the quality of the precious, in the silence of the tenacious metamorphosis, in the flesh and sinews within the silk repeatedly all sublimation. When the people who understand it and cherish it love it, exhale like orchids, it will tone tone, vigorous flow long, with a long life and never fade beauty.