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我老家门前有一片竹林。春天,小鸟在竹林里叽叽喳喳地叫着,不停地呼唤着笋芽儿。笋芽儿从地里探出小脑袋,好奇地张望着。
There is a bamboo forest in front of my home. In spring, the bird chirp in the bamboo grove, constantly calling for bamboo shoots. Bamboo buds sprout out of the ground and curiously looking out.