也许是爱读诗歌的缘故吧,青少年时期,我几番有过点雅趣,那就是躺在铺满阳光的芳草地上,面对湛蓝湛蓝的天空.望得出神,我很欣赏飞来飞去的鸟群,曾无数次地赞叹大自然的造化,也赞叹飞鸟的自由自在,甚至羡慕飞鸟一去千里那种写在蓝天上的潇洒,总觉得鸟类比人快活洒脱。越过那一段充满幻想的朦胧年华,渐渐现实起来。有一次。我读到一篇写鸟的散文,令我肃然起敬:“丘鹬鸟从喜马拉雅山飞到居尔吉里,一口气可飞一千多公 Maybe because I love reading poetry, young people, I have had a little bit of elegance, that is, lying in the grass covered with sunshine, facing the blue azure sky. Hopefully, I really appreciate the flying Of birds, has praised countless times the nature of nature, but also praise the freedom of birds, and even envy the birds a thousand miles to write the kind of carefree on the sky, always feel birds merry than people. Beyond that period of fantasy hazy age, gradually come true. once. I read an essay about bird writing that made me marvel: "The Clippers flew from the Himalayas to Gurki-ri and flew over a thousand miles