几处早莺争暖树,谁家新燕啄春泥喜欢漫步山林,倾听鸟儿的歌声。静谧的山林里,轻移脚步,惟恐惊吓了歌唱的小精灵,婉转的啁啾声此起彼伏,连绵不绝。细听,高的,低的,尖的,哑的,舒缓的,急促的,混杂在一起,却又融合成一种和谐。陶醉在歌声里,看流水拥落英荡漾,看山风卷落叶纷飞,看碧空随云朵翩跹。 There were several places where the trees had been warmed up. The new Yanni Chunni liked to walk through the mountains and listen to the birds singing. In the quiet mountain forest, the footsteps were gently moved, but I feared that the singing elf would startle the buzzing sounds and continued. Listening, high, low, sharp, dumb, soothing, and hurried, mixed together, but then merge into a kind of harmony. Intoxicated in the song, watching the waters with emotions, watching the winds and leaves blowing in the mountains, watching the blue sky with clouds.