外婆家的竹林是一座自然乐园。每年都有许多鸟在这片竹林中做巢。春天的早晨,乳白色的浓雾笼罩着大地。碧绿的竹叶上挂满了露珠,只要轻轻一摇,一颗颗晶莹剔透的露珠就会“哗啦啦”地落下来。一会儿,雾散开了,阳光犹如利剑一般穿过树梢,射进竹林里。竹林里顿时热闹起来,到处都是鸟声,到处都是鸟影。大的,小的,花的,黑的,有的站在竹子上,有的飞了起来,有的则在抖着翅膀。我目不转睛地看 Grandmother’s bamboo forest is a natural paradise. Every year many birds nest in this bamboo grove. Spring morning, milky fog enveloped the earth. Green bamboo leaves covered with dew, as long as gently shaking, a crystal clear dew will “crash” fall. For a while, the fog dispersed, and the sun shone through the treetops like a sword, into the bamboo forest. Bamboo suddenly lively, birds are everywhere, birds are everywhere. Big, small, flower, black, some standing on bamboo, some flying up, others shaking wings. I looked intently