①五月布谷鸟叫,布谷布谷——像短笛吹奏,清脆的一两声,绕着城市上空,一路向着城外去了。②这“笛声”牵人,人的脑子里立即现出一幅欢乐丰收图来:一望无际的农田里,麦浪滚滚,像滚着一堆又一堆的碎金子。阳光锡箔儿似的,在麦浪上跳。③乡下孩子,从小就亲近这样的图画。每闻布谷鸟叫,田里的麦子们,仿佛在一夜之间,全都被镶上了金,乡下村姑成皇贵妃 ① May cuckoo called, cloth valley cloth - like playing piccolo, crisp sound or two, around the city, all the way to the outside of the city. ② This “flute ” entrainment, people’s mind immediately showed a bumper harvest map: endless fields, the wheat waves billowing, like rolling a pile of pieces of crushed gold. Sunshine foil children like, jumping in the waves. ③ country children, from an early age close to such a picture. Every cuckoo cuckoo, the fields of wheat, as if overnight, all are inlaid with gold, the country village Aunt Royal Concubine