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我住在万州区大碑乡的一个小乡村,我爱家乡的竹林。春天,雷公公用他粗重的声音呼唤着沉睡的笋(sǔn)芽儿。春雨姑娘们手牵手来到大地,用甘甜的汁液把嫩嫩的笋芽儿喂胖了,催绿了。夏天,竹子的枝叶长得很茂密,它们紧密地团结在一起,把火红火红的太阳遮(zhē)住了。我们走进竹林里,阴凉阴凉的,好像走进了天然的空调房,舒服极了。
I live in a small village in the Stele Township of Wanzhou District, and I love bamboo in my hometown. In the spring, Thunder Gong called his sleeping buds with his thick voice. Spring rain girls hand in hand came to the earth, with sweet juice to tender tender shoots children fed fat, reminder of the green. In summer, the branches and leaves of bamboo grow very densely, and they are united closely together to cover the fiery sun. We walked into the bamboo forest, cool and cool, as if into the natural air-conditioned room, very comfortable.