春眠日迟,处处啼鸟。一觉醒来,黎明的窗外已满是燕语呢喃。“三月三,燕满天。”真的呢,春光烂漫的三月,草长莺飞,家前屋后的电线上陡然多了几个黑点。好奇地一溜小跑去看,那些精灵原来是可爱的小燕子。“旧时王谢堂前燕,飞入寻常百姓家。”那飞舞鸣啾的小燕子,可是我家去年的一对?我飞跑着赶回家,忙不迭地到屋檐下搜寻那悬吊的燕窝。去年的老友正抓着晾衣的铁丝婉转地歌唱,见到 Spring sleep late, crying everywhere. Wake up, the dawn of the window is full of swallow whisper. “March 3, Yan sky. ” Really, the spring of March, grass Yingying fly, a sharp increase in the number of black lines behind the house before the house. Curiously wandering to see, those elves turned out to be cute little swallow. "The old swallow, swirling the swallow, but my family last year, right? I flew home and rush to the eaves to search the suspended bird’s nest . Last year’s old friend is holding a wire clothes gently singing, see