又听见叽叽喳喳的声音,那只麻雀又来到窗前了呢。我停下手中的事情,只是默默地注视着,生怕惊动了它。它大概是来找食物的吧,我心里这样想着,于是蹑手蹑脚地退出卧室,寻来了一小捧米粒儿。可它已经不知飞往何处了。我想它总归还会再来的,便推开窗户,把米粒儿撒在窗台上。窗外,温暖的阳光拥抱着大地。微风捎来了远处花开的信息,隐约还有几声清脆的鸟鸣,兴许这正是它在歌唱呢。次日清晨,当我推开窗 Again heard the voice of squeaking, the sparrow came to the window again. I stopped the matter in my hand and just watched silently, for fear of alarming it. It is probably to find food, and I thought so myself, then crept out of the bedroom and found a handful of rice. But it has nowhere to fly. I think it will come again, and then we will open the window and spread the rice on the window sill. Outside the window, the warm sunshine embraced the earth. The breeze brought a message of flowering in the distance, vaguely a few crisp birdsongs, perhaps this is exactly what it is singing. Early the next morning, when I open the window