今年北京的天气偏冷,往常一个月前就桃红柳绿了。但今年就只得在凄风苦雨中困守家里,对着一盆小竹子。小竹子算是劫后余生的,本来都已经枯死,不见一点生命迹象;在母亲坚持不懈的照料下,竟忽然在一天生出几片青翠的小嫩叶来,然后又长出来几枝……直至现在疏密入画,颇堪点染。对于小竹子,我还是 The weather in Beijing is cold this year, pink rosy green a month ago. But this year, I had to sleep in the miserable rain at home, facing a pot of small bamboo. Small bamboo be regarded as the rest of his life, had been dead, have seen no signs of life; in the mother’s unremitting care, actually suddenly gave birth to a few pieces of green young leaves, and then grow a few sticks ... ... until now Density into the painting, quite spotted. For little bamboo, I still