“杨咏嘉,快来拔竹笋喽!”后山坡的竹林里传来了妈妈的喊声。“来啦——”我一边拖着长音,一边屁颠屁颠向竹林跑去。这里的竹笋真多啊,几阵春雨过后,竹笋们再也憋不住了,它们早就充满了对明媚春光的向往。你看,它们一个个披着褐色的铠甲,头顶嫩绿的帽缨,拼命往上 “Yang Yongjia, come pull bamboo shoot myself! ” After the hillsides of the bamboo came the mom’s shout. “Comes - ” I dragged the long sound, while Pidianpidian ran to the bamboo forest. There are so many bamboo shoots here. After a few spring rains, the bamboo shoots can no longer hold anymore. They have long been filled with longing for the bright spring. You see, one by one in a brown armor, green cap above his head, desperately up