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那轮满满的月早早地上了山冈,远远地斜照着,透过竹叶片片,在地上留下月影斑驳无数。在斑驳的泥土上面,有旧年的败叶三四,在败叶下也许有一两处有时三四处有时五六处大大小小的冬笋。这竹山使我想起了爷爷那张真诚坚定的脸以及那个传说。那年冬末的生日,我乘车去爷爷家。眼前的竹使劲地向后退着,终于在密密麻麻的竹竿与竹竿之间、山路与山路的崎岖之间,绕出了一位翘首等待的像竹一样的老人。老人高而瘦,穿着一身褪色的
The full moon early on the hill, far oblique shining, through the leaves of bamboo leaves on the ground left mottled mottled. In the mottled soil above, there are three or four defeat leaves of the old year, under the leaf may have one or two sometimes three or four at times five or six large and small winter bamboo shoots. This Chushan reminds me of my grandfather’s sincere face and the legend. That winter end of the birthday, I took a car to my grandfather’s house. In front of bamboo vigorously backwards, and finally in the dense bamboo and bamboo poles, between the rugged mountain and mountain, around a waiting bamboo like the elderly. Tall and skinny, dressed in faded