冬天来了,鸟飞走了,叶落尽了,一切归入沉寂。田野里,满目的萧索,似乎找不到一丝生机,想起春天里热热闹闹的情景,心里隐隐约约涌上来一丝丝的落寞,还想努力寻找那快乐的一切。村后那片茂密的竹林,好像传来一阵笑声,那是家乡人在采冬笋。提到笋子,人们往往想到的是生机勃勃的“雨后春笋”。其实,笋子在寒风刺骨的冬天便悄悄生长,在黑暗泥土里奋力钻行,让人们丝毫感觉不到。父亲在这个时候也是闲 Winter is coming, the birds fly away, the leaves fall, everything falls silent. Field, full of frustrations, it seems that can not find a trace of life, think of the bustling scene in spring, the heart faintly lingering faint lonely, but also trying to find that happy everything. The village after the piece of dense bamboo forest, it seems a burst of laughter came, it is natives in mining bamboo shoots. Mentioned bamboo shoots, people often think of a vibrant “springing bamboo shoots.” In fact, bamboo shoots grow quietly in the biting winter, struggling to drill in the dark earth, so that people do not feel anything. My father is also free at this time