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在我的记忆长河里,童年那段金色的时光是最幸福最快乐的。光我家屋后那片苍翠的小竹林里就有太多的故事值得回味了。春天,经过—场春雨的洗礼,小竹林里生机盎然,一根根小竹笋从地下探出尖尖的小脑袋,好奇地望着这个陌生的世界。我正准备跑进竹林里玩, 可是举步又止,心想:这些小竹笋实在嫩得可爱,我怎么忍心去践踏它们呢? 于是,我就站在竹林边呆呆地望着,望着,似乎自己也变成了小竹笋,正拔节生长呢?不知过了多久,竹子突然“沙沙”作响,我这才回过神来,知道几个“铁杆”小伙伴又来找我玩了……
In my memory, the golden period of childhood is the happiest and happiest. There are so many stories worth remembering in the green bamboo grove just after my house. In the spring, after the baptism of the field spring rain, the small bamboo forest full of vitality, a root of small bamboo shoots from the ground out of the sharp little head, curiously looking at this strange world. I am ready to run into the bamboo forest, but the only way to go, I thought: these little bamboo shoots really lovely, how can I bear to trample them? So, I stood looking at the bamboo grove, looking, It seems that they have become a small bamboo shoots, is the growing section of it? I do not know how long, the bamboo suddenly “rustle” sound, I just recovered, I know a few “hardcore” small companion came to me to play ... ...