“五一”小长假到了,我们一家打算去山里采竹笋。竹笋我已经吃过很多了,可采笋却还是头一回。进了山,我屁颠屁颠地跟在老爸身后,东瞧瞧,西看看,山里的一草一木都让我着迷。一路上,我像“十万个为什么”一样不停地提问题。“老爸,这是什么草,怎么还有小尾巴?”“那朵花真奇怪,好像一个大刺球!”“映山红除了红色,还有别的颜色吗?”“小心!山路不好走!”老妈在后面不断地提醒我。城里的路都是笔直笔直的,山里的小路都是“S”形的,路上还有突如其来的石头。这不,就在 “May Day ” a small holiday to, our family plans to pick bamboo shoots in the mountains. I have eaten a lot of bamboo shoots, bamboo shoots are still the first time. Into the mountains, my Pidianpidian behind with the father, East look, West to see, the mountains and plants have fascinated me. Along the way, I asked questions like “Why do a hundred thousand?” “Dad, what is this grass, how there is a small tail? ” “That flower is really strange, like a big sting ball!” “Azalea in addition to red, there are other colors? ”Be careful! Bad road to go!“ Mom constantly reminded me behind. The roads in the city are straight and straight, and the paths in the mountains are ”S" shaped with unexpected stones on the road. No, just here