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树儿绿了,花儿开了,痴情的鸟儿在枝头上欢叫。春风轻轻拂来,如梦一样,好像有竹子的影子,总让我忘情地闭上双眼,陶醉那风情万般、侠骨柔情的模样。在竹的海洋里,我的世界是春天,因为竹的笑容,像缕缕清风,总让我心情舒畅,因为竹的挚爱,像和煦阳光,总会让我满心欢喜,心神激荡。也许尘世间,再没有如此绝妙和神奇;也许红尘路,再没有这般精彩和回忆。每年总是在春天里,把竹林记起,记起竹子的好,想起竹子的笑。有人说,
Tree green, flowers opened, infatuated birds screaming on the branches. Breeze breeze gently, like a dream, as if the shadow of bamboo, always let me forget your eyes closed, intoxicated that style, chivalrous tenderness look. In the bamboo sea, my world is spring, because the bamboo smile, like the breeze always make me feel happy, because the bamboo’s love, like the warm sunshine, always make me full of joy, heart agitation. Perhaps earthly, not so wonderful and amazing; maybe Red Road, no such wonderful and memories. Every year in the spring, always remember the bamboo forest, remember bamboo good, think of the bamboo laugh. someone said,