春雨淅淅沥沥,下了一个晚上。清晨,我掀开门前的帘子,一眼瞥见西边的小土坡。往常光秃秃的小山坡,如今嵌了些淡绿的嫩芽。我不由得眼睛一亮,惊喜地跑过去,只觉得一股清泉带着春的气息从心房淌过。“啊!新笋。”家乡的竹子,我见过的就有十几种,其中最有名的就是湘竹。春天,一切都在沉寂着,养精蓄锐,而春笋已经按捺不住了,悄无声 Spring rain all the time, the next night. In the early morning, I opened the curtain in front of the door and glimpsed the small slope on the west side. Often bare hillsides, now embedded some light green buds. I can not help but eyes bright, ran in surprise, only to feel a spring with a breath of spring from the atrium flowing. “Ah! New shoots. ” Home bamboo, I have seen a dozen, of which the most famous is Xiangzhu. Spring, everything is quiet, recharge your batteries, and bamboo shoots have been restrain, silent