每当想起在草长莺飞的江南旅游,耳边总会萦绕着画眉鸟清脆流啭的鸣叫。这声音,从缈远的天外飘来,那么熟悉,那么亲切;这声音,穿透我的心壁,令我震撼,令我兴奋,令我痛苦,令我悔恨。这缘于我和一只画眉鸟之间的难忘的故事。退休前几个月,全家人到上海亲属家做客,他们建议我买一只画眉鸟,每天拎着鸟笼子,享受退休生活的乐趣。我们到鸟市上去挑选。选来选去,最后选定了一只小小鸟。卖鸟人说:“这是一只小野子,还没经过驯化,回去 Whenever I think of the Yangtze River in the long grass flying tour of the Yangtze River, the ear is always haunting the birds thrush stream. This sound, floating from the sky far away, so familiar, so cordial; this voice, piercing my heart, so I am shocked, I am excited, so I am painful, I regret. This is due to an unforgettable story between me and a thrush. A few months before his retirement, the whole family came to Shanghai to visit their relatives. They suggested that I buy a thrush and carry a cage every day to enjoy the joy of retirement. We go to the bird’s market to pick. Selected to choose to go, the final selection of a small bird. Bird selling people said: ”This is a little wild child, not domesticated, go back