白玉非玉,是一只鸟。白玉这个美称,是我给它起的。我的白玉,体积比蜂鸟大一些。它的羽毛,比玉石还要纯净,比草原上十二月的雪,还要白。它的腿细而长,美若金竹惹人眼,且发浅黄色,与它的羽毛相配极佳。喙,长而不尖,如它娴雅的性格,一眼看去便惹人疼爱。它的叫声那么柔和,那么清脆,空空的,时而像空中的哨音,舒服地抚弄着你的耳膜;时而又像泉水滴进石窝里一般,一点不刺耳。假使你闭目聆听,会引你进入似梦非梦的境界。我总疑心,它 Jade non-jade, is a bird. This white name, I give it up. My white jade, bigger than the hummingbirds. Its feathers, purer than jade, are even more white than the snow on the prairies in December. Its legs are thin and long, beautiful if the golden bamboo provoke eyes, and hair light yellow, and its feathers match very well. Beak, long and not sharp, as its elegant character, a look at it will make people love. Its voice is so soft, so crisp, empty, sometimes whistling in the air, comfortably stroking your eardrums, and sometimes like spring water dripping into a rocky nest, not harsh at all. If you listen to your eyes closed, it will lead you into a dream-like realm. I always suspect it