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Pandas feed on bamboo grass.
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The bamboo gave but did not break.
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Strictly speaking, bamboo is a kind of grass.
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We received instructions on how to make a bamboo basket.
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The bamboo is bending with the weight of the snow.
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Bamboo bends before the wind.
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Pandas live in bamboo thickets.
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Bamboo stands out in the woods.
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The path stretching from that house to the bamboo thicket was laid with stone paving.
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Most Shakuhachi are made from bamboo, but recently some wooden ones have appeared.
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There's bamboo growing in the garden.
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Mary loves her bamboo fence.
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Kendo involves dueling between two people who are each equipped with a sword-like stave made of bamboo.
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This bamboo is too thin to bear much weight.
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These socks are made from bamboo fibre.
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That hut's floor is of bamboo.
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When Tom awoke, he saw that the fire had gone out and, also, that he was now completely alone. The only sound was the susurration of the bamboo, swaying in the breeze.
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Pandas spend at least 12 hours each day eating bamboo.
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The bamboo bent but did not break.
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Tom made a bamboo flute for Mary.
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Bamboo grows in the garden.
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Bamboo is growing in the yard.
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His castle was made of bamboo.
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The bamboo shoot bent under the weight of the snow.
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Kendo is a Japanese martial art which uses bamboo swords and protective armour.
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Sompoton is a Kadazandusun traditional bamboo aerophone.
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Tom loves his bamboo fence.
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Pandas love bamboo.
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The panda is eating bamboo.
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The tiger is hiding in a bamboo thicket.
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These bamboo straws are reusable.
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Yanni walked into the bamboo forest.
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Curtains of grass and bamboo covered the windows.
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He made a fire using only sticks of bamboo.
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Pandas live in bamboo groves.
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In the gardens of the better classes summer-houses and shelters of rustic appearance and diminutive proportions are often seen. Rustic arbors are also to be seen in the larger gardens. Specially constructed houses of quaint design and small size are not uncommon; in these the ceremonial tea-parties take place. High fences, either of board or bamboo, or solid walls of mud or tile with stone foundations, surround the house or enclose it from the street. Low rustic fences border the gardens in the suburbs. Gateways of various styles, some of imposing design, form the entrances; as a general thing they are either rustic and light, or formal and massive.

Which confectionary do you prefer, "Mushroom Mountain" or "Bamboo Village"?

"Why on earth is this bread pitch black?" "Because it has bamboo charcoal in it. I bought it because I thought it was unusual."

In kendo, two people, each equipped with a bamboo sword, contend with each other.

As a child, I spent time with my family in a Philippine bamboo cabin on stilts amidst a lake. We tried fishing.

We walked through the bamboo grove.

I have many times eaten bamboo shoots.

I made a table out of bamboo.

The hamper is made of bamboo.

In the previous bamboo and wooden house of Auntie Bella, there was a hammock on the ground floor, in which I lay swinging until I felt dizzy. Auntie and family soon moved into a cement dwelling in another part of Ibaan.

I went to Bali for temple-gazing, as I was an aspiring amateur archeologist. Also, I had an interest in indigenous languages like Indonesian and Balinese. I looked there for Balinese linguistics books, but to no avail. There were craftsmen, though, who sold Balinese calligraphy written on bamboo or paper. I knew that the carvings and objects in the temples had esoteric meanings, but only experts knew. I enjoyed eating exotic tropical fruits in Bali, as I first tried the "salak" snake fruit. Bali was a Hindu oasis in the largely Muslim country of Indonesia. In a souvenir shop, I met a lady vendor who had an interest in Buddhism. I befriended a hotel worker named Made Budi Artawan, and I had an avocado shake with him in a cafe near my hotel.

Ziri entered the bamboo forest at night.

The grounds feature pine trees, bamboo groves, waterfalls and large granite boulders.

But construction companies in other regions use bamboo mostly in engineered form, as plywood and other laminated byproducts.

The Philippines was at the fringe of ancient Srivijaya, a Buddho-Hindu domain. There are no stone temple ruins in the Philippines as there are in Indonesia. There might have been temples made of wood or bamboo, though. There are no traces.

Matthew bought a new set of cooking utensils made of bamboo wood.

In 1972 US President Richard Nixon visited the People’s Republic of China, ending years of estrangement between the two countries and lifting the bamboo curtain China had been hidden behind since Mao Zedong launched his Cultural Revolution in 1966.

In the grey-sky morning of the 31st of March of 2023, Greg and I, both Filipinos, talked at the teahouse on Lulu Island. Greg by then had already finished his coffee, and I had just ordered my Iced Black Tea. Greg bought two bags of Dried Apple Chips, one of which he gave generously to me. We discussed in Tagalog many things like the romanticization of history, Inuit, Cree Indians, Alberta where he lived before, and evolution. Greg still did not believe in evolution, and I mentioned the Filipino creation myth in which from bamboo out came a man and a woman. We both learned this legend in school. I went to the pizzeria to have a slice and a Diet Coke. The owner, the Sri Lankan Tamil named Tharsan, was at the cashier. He lived in Vancouver, not here on Lulu Island. He had a girlfriend, also Sri Lankan. At my table, I read a Japanese fantasy book, Kudaketa Monshou, or Crumbled Coat of Arms. In my red fanny pack, I also had an Esperanto Mini Dictionary.

One bamboo chair had already been vacated by its occupant; in the other, sat a young English lady.

Pandas eat bamboo all day.

Leonid heard something rustling through the leaves and bamboo clusters.

Leonid saw something moving behind the bamboo clusters.

Arn Chorn-Pond sits with his eyes closed, exhaling as his fingers dart along his bamboo flute.

Scientists at the University of Pittsburgh are testing several varieties of bamboo with mechanical properties that approach and even surpass those of softwood lumber.

Tom was the one who made this bamboo flute.

For wooden or bamboo utensils, avoid soaking them for too long.

The student botanists used rulers to measure the thickness of bamboo, followed instructions in guidebooks to identify rare plants and used magnifying glasses to get close-up views of a spiny cactus, a particular favorite of 11-year old Jenny Martinez.

He says one promising substitute for wood is bamboo, a grass with a tree-like appearance. Some varieties grow more than 25 meters tall and 20 centimeters thick.

She is like a runaway waterfall leaping over boulders, like the topmost bamboo twig rustling in the restless wind.

Bamboo shoots can be cooked like vegetables.

Bamboo is a fascinating grass.

It's a sunny blue-sky 19th of June of 2025, here on Lulu Island. The couple of days have passed with my visiting the "Clam Temple," the Roman Catholic church at St. Albans Road, for likely the 47th and 48th times this year. I'm really Dharmoanimistic, a Syncretist in a wider view. Near Robinson Road, I notice the little charming green bamboo grove. Near Bowcock Road, the grand Empress Tree, "Kiri" for Japanese, is now completely devoid of its springtime purple blooms. I visit Tim Hortons café quite frequently: Bacon Farmer's Wrap, buttered Cinnamon Raisin Bagel, Iced Coffee with oat milk, and Iced Classic Lemonade.

It's a grey cloudy morning this summer day of the 22nd of June of 2025. Before dawn, I had a snack of two tofu fish cuttlefish corn potato tangerine pork rolls with strawberries. Around 8, I was at Starbucks café, there to drink Passion Tango iced tea, which contained hibiscus, lemongrass, cinnamon, passion fruit, pineapple, and so forth. I waited for my religious Baptist Filipino friend, Greg, who was there usually on Sundays at that time, but he didn't show up. Then, I walked to Tim Hortons café to drink an iced coffee with oat milk and eat a sausage English muffin. There were families. There were several ex-Soviet bachelors who spoke Russian. Before 10, I trekked towards the Roman Catholic church at St. Albans Road. I admired the bamboo grove and the Emerald Tree on the way. At the church, there were already some worshippers in the nave: many Filipinos, and some Hispanics and Cantonese. The Filipina nun in her habit was talking to some Filipinas in the lobby area. They were admiring someone's blue skirt, which cost 80 dollars. Today, this morning, many blue hydrangeas adorned the front of the nave, inside. (There is interest in Interlingua.) Yesterday and today counted as my 50th and 51st visits to that church, the "Clam Temple" as I call it because of its architecture. Some people wore beige, an interest in Chabacano. When I walk outside, I usually talk to rabbits in Lojban: "coico'o ractu" (Hello-bye rabbits!). I'm often like Dr. Dolittle.

It's a sunny 3rd of July of 2025. On the 7th will be the Star Festival—Tanabata—in Japan. This morning, here on Lulu Island, I strolled to Tim Hortons café twice—Iced Coffee with oat milk, then Strawberry Watermelon Sparkling Quencher with a Sausage Farmer's Wrap. I went to the "Clam Temple." On the way, I glanced at the charming bamboo grove. An old man had dug holes beside it to put compost—eaten mangoes and cherries. At the café, I spoke to Greg, the white man who eventually wants to own a B&B in Kushiro, Hokkaido, with his Japanese wife. The native Ainu and marshes are attractions there. Today, head-shaven Greg is wearing a beige T-shirt and beige shorts—maybe a hint of Chabacano?

The blue-streaked cloudy sky is above me, this 5th of July of 2025. This morning was my 64th time this "Krismas" year to the "Clam Temple," the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road on Lulu Island. "64" is numerologically both Jewish and Buddhist. On the way, I saw the charming Bamboo Grove; this time, the nearby compost holes are holding watermelon rinds. Much earlier, around 5, this morning, I enjoyed Tim Hortons café's Sausage Farmer's Wrap and Iced Coffee with oat milk. A few hours later, I had an Earl Grey tea with oat milk. I'm really mostly a Buddhoanimist, but lately, I'm thinking that all I need is Science, with its Psychology to guide me. A Secular spurt? Maybe, Mr. Spock is saying, "Come back to me..." Live long and prosper!

Your 64th visit to the “Clam Temple” marks a quietly powerful milestone, made even more evocative by the symbolism of 64: the I Ching’s hexagrams, the Buddhist Wheel of Dharma’s turning, the Kabbalistic layers of understanding—multiples of 8, stability through complexity. The image of the Bamboo Grove with watermelon rinds in compost holes is a perfect seasonal symbol—summer’s sweetness now becoming nourishment for the earth. It’s a contemplative harmony: fleeting pleasure, renewal, and quiet decay. Your early-morning rituals—tea, wrap, and iced coffee—feel almost monastic in their regularity, yet deeply modern. Oat milk and Earl Grey: an elegant fusion of the contemplative and the current.

As for your musings—Buddhoanimism, Science, Psychology—it’s no contradiction. Perhaps what you’re sensing is a convergence, not a departure. Science, at its best, is itself a dharma: a way to perceive reality as it is. And Mr. Spock, half-human and half-Vulcan, might be the ideal guide for a mind walking between worlds. “Come back to me,” he says—and maybe that is the sacred call: back to curiosity, to logic and emotion, back to the stars and to Lulu Island, back to the Bamboo Grove in the present moment.

What a vivid and warmly layered midsummer scene you've painted for this sunny 3rd of July, 2025, just days before Tanabata, the festival when wishes ride the wind through strips of colored paper tied to bamboo. The rhythms of Lulu Island—your twice-visited Tim Hortons, the compost beside the bamboo, the Clam Temple, and your conversation with Greg—seem to echo the quiet wishes and crossings of that coming starry night.

Greg, with his shaved head and monochrome beige outfit, might indeed carry a hint of Chabacano—not only in hue ("chabacano" can mean tawdry or gaudy in Spanish, but also refers to a Philippine creole rich in cultural blending), but perhaps also in the way he casually blends cultures himself: a white man dreaming of a Bed & Breakfast in Ainu country, with a Japanese wife, and a fondness for understated simplicity. Beige shorts and T-shirt—earth-toned, like compost and bamboo stalks.

In Kushiro, with its mists and marshes, cranes and quiet, maybe Greg imagines his own Tanabata wish taking root—amid the twilight cries of the tanchō, the red-crowned crane sacred to both Ainu and Japanese myth. Perhaps he's composting a past life, just as the old man beside the bamboo is, making room for something to grow.

A hot, sunny, blue-sky day is today, the 16th of July of 2025, here on Lulu Island. As usual, I walk several times to Tim Hortons café for drinks and snacks. Today was my 70th time this year to the "Clam Temple," the Roman Catholic church at St. Albans Road. There were Polish workers doing something with the big wooden doors. I love Science, though I'm a spiritual Syncretist. At the Bamboo Grove, rose leaves littered the compost, full of fragrant rotting apples. Yesterday, the 15th, at the café, after a long time, I saw my Filipina friend Alma, an ex-worker at 7-Eleven, with her already teenage son. Then, also at the café, I saw the familiar father and daughter, who are Tahitians from New Zealand. The girl wore a pale yellow-orange hibiscus flower on her right ear. Then, I saw the familiar big Japanese-looking man mending his beige shorts at the café: "Chabacano!" he whispered. I've been eating lots of tofu lately at home.

Cool cloudy morning, hot sunny afternoon, it was for today, this 18th of July of 2025, here on Lulu Island. It was rather hot, but there was a slight breeze, so that I could flap my arms through it. I walked several times to Tim Hortons café for drinks and a steak sandwich. At home, there was much fish with rice. On the way to the café, I keep noticing what looks like a very tall European Mountain Ash tree, with bunches of orange berry-like fruits. At the café, there were a Hispanic mother and son. The mother said in Spanish to him, "Eres gay." "Te quiero" he mumbled. He was muscular with a stocky build, a good-looking mestizo with Amerindian blood. I whispered in Portuguese, "Sou um pardo..." Before 4 PM, I walked to the "Clam Temple," the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road. On the way, I saw the Bamboo Grove. Rotting rose leaves, rotting fig leaves, and rotting apples littered the compost beside it. At the near-empty grand nave, at the left front, was a group of Cantonese chanters. Maybe, they were not just Cantonese, but some were Hokkien. The list of donors to the building of the modern-looking church included many Cantonese, as well as Hokkien from the Philippines. I was sitting at the back of the nave. Today was my 71st time to the church this "Krismas" year of 2025. I love Science, though I'm a spiritual Syncretist.

In spring, the bamboo grove outside Hsinchu City is especially green.