一天，我到大姨家去玩。走进哥哥的房间，看到书柜顶上有一盆文竹，长得清翠欲滴。我欣喜地走过去仔细观看。
One day, I went to my aunt's house to play. Walking into my brother's room, I saw a basin of bamboo on the top of the bookcase. It was very green. I walked over with joy and watched carefully.
文竹的枝叶细细的，已经长了不少了。叶子密密层层，挨挨挤挤的。有几枝枝条长得可长了，从书柜顶上一直垂到地上。文竹的叶子长得有点像柏树的叶子，一根根细细的，摸起来绒绒的。
The branches and leaves of Wenzhu are thin, and they have grown a lot. The leaves are thick and crowded. There are several branches that grow long, from the top of the bookcase to the ground. The leaves of the bamboo are a little like the leaves of the cypress. Each one is thin and feels fluffy.
如果把眼前的一盆文竹看作一件工艺品，那作者真是一位了不起的能工巧匠。
If we regard the present bamboo as a handicraft, the author is a great craftsman.
看着看着，我觉得自己仿佛就是其中的一根软软的枝条，穿着碧绿的衣裳，从书柜顶上悠闲地垂下来。一阵微风吹过，我就轻轻摇摆，好像在跳舞。不光是我一枝，所有的枝条都 在舞蹈。风过了，我停止了舞蹈，静静地陪着哥哥认真地读书学习。
过了一会儿，我回过神来，才记起我不是文竹的枝叶，我是在看文竹呢！我想，我要是能变成一棵美丽优雅的文竹该多好啊！
After a while, I came back to remember that I am not the branches and leaves of Wenzhu. I am looking at Wenzhu! I think, if only I could become a beautiful and elegant bamboo!