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好不容易回一趟老家,亲戚们忙手忙脚地招呼我们吃早饭,其中一道炒竹笋异常美味,引起了我的兴趣,便缠着大伯讲起竹笋的由来。他带我来到了一片小竹林。清晨,竹叶上沾满了亮晶晶的露珠,用指尖轻轻地触动一下,露珠便随着叶片一路下滑,害羞般地钻入竹根下藏起来了。竹林里笼着一层薄薄的纱,用力吹也吹不走,远远望去,纱中有竹,竹间缠纱,倒给这小竹林平添了几分神圣和神秘。竹林里的竹
Finally back home, relatives busy hurriedly greet us to eat breakfast, one of the fried bamboo shoots exceptionally delicious, aroused my interest, they haunt the origin of bamboo shoots uncle. He took me to a small bamboo forest. Early in the morning, the bamboo leaves covered with shiny dew, gently touched with your fingertips, dew drops along with the leaves all the way, shyly buried into the bamboo roots hidden under. Bamboo in the cage with a thin layer of yarn, blowing hard to blow away, from afar, there are bamboo yarn, bamboo wrapped yarn, pour to this little bamboo adds a bit sacred and mysterious. Bamboo in the bamboo forest