“啾,啾啾———”每天黄昏,几声响亮的口哨响过之后,都会从大山的拐角处转出一个年轻的樵夫。两垛小山似的柴禾压在肩头,他却丝毫没有劳累的样子,依然兴致勃勃地吹着口哨逗弄着路边树上的鸟儿。夕阳的余晖映照着满天的晚霞,缤纷绚丽,一如樵夫现在的心情。这几天打下的柴够好几 “Tweeted, tweeted -” Every evening, after a few loud bells ring, a young woodman emerges from the corner of the mountain. Headed by two hills of firewood, He did not look tired, still whistling happily teasing the birds on the roadside tree. The twilight of the sunset reflects the glittering sunset, colorful, as the woodcutter now feel. In the past few days to lay the wood enough