沙沙沙,一阵脆脆的声音从我耳边掠过。隔着窗子,我看到院墙外那一片小竹林在微风中轻轻地摇晃着,好似一群穿翠绿衣服的姑娘在舞蹈。不由得,我心情愉悦,思绪绵绵。这片小竹林很早就有了,是妈妈亲手种下的。它虽然不大,但是,它在我眼中是那样幽深,它在我的感觉中是那样富有意味。小时候,每当春雨过后,我总是蹑手蹑脚地来到竹林旁,去欣赏那湿嗒嗒的竹林。竹叶湿漉漉的,还挂着一两滴晶亮的水珠;竹竿湿漉漉 Rustle of sand, a crunchy voice passing from my ear. Across the window, I saw a little bamboo grove outside the courtyard wall shaking gently in the breeze, like a group of girls wearing green clothes dancing. Can not help but, I feel good, thoughts. This little bamboo forest had long ago, is the mother personally planted. It’s not big, but it’s so deep in my eyes that it’s so rich in my feelings. When I was a child, I always went out to the bamboo forest to enjoy the wet-damp bamboo forest after the spring rain. Bamboo leaves wet, still hanging one or two drops of bright beads; bamboo wet