隆冬季节,万木凋零,而那峰高岭险的丛山,洞深林密的峡谷,激流冲刷的溪岸,或村头塘边的一片片竹子却笔直挺拔,傲视霜雪,郁郁葱葱,生机盎然。真像画家郑板桥诗云:“秋风昨夜渡潇湘,触石穿林惯作狂;惟有竹枝浑不怕,挺然相斗一千场。” In the winter, the trees are withered away. The peak of the mountains of kaolinite, the canyon of deep forest, the riverbank washed by the torrent, or the piece of bamboo beside the village head pond are upright and straightforward, with lush snow and lush vitality. Zheng Banqiao like a painter really poetic cloud: “Autumn last night crossing Xiaoxiang, Zhoushi wearing Lin used to be crazy; only bamboo sticks are not afraid, quite a thousand games.”