老家的那片竹园,从眼前消失已经很久了,可关于它的记忆却时常在脑海里浮现。 那片竹园,位于老家门前的河滩上。那河,实只算得一条小溪。清澈的河水,倒映着两岸的山影、河滩上的竹影……河底白、黄、青、紫各色石子,不时抚摸从其身旁游过的小鱼的鳍,惊得小鱼一跳,甚至跃出水面。特别是三月桃花开、草 The home piece of bamboo garden, vanished from the moment has been a long time, but its memory is often in my mind. That piece of bamboo garden, located in front of the home on the beach. That river, it is only a stream. Crystal clear river, reflecting the shadow of the two sides of the mountain, bamboo beach on the river ... ... river white, yellow, green, purple colored stones, from time to time stroked the fishes swim from its side of the fin, scared little fish jump, Even jumped out of the water. Especially in March peach blossom, grass