我是被一阵鸟叫声吵醒的。去枸杞园时,麻雀们三三两两穿行在鸟窝与枸杞园之间,叫声与往常大不一样,显得欢快。它们对泛红的果子东挑西拣,把自己滋养得毛色光滑。麻雀们同时将果子啄得乱七八糟。看着这些被糟蹋的果子,我心疼,就像被这些小东西啄了心尖一样,便大吼一声。园子里掠起大群麻雀,它们又落在不远处的杨树上悠哉乐哉,好像在故意气我。我捡一块石头甩向树顶,麻雀们这才慌乱地飞了。 I was awakened by a bird’s bellowing. To the wolfberry garden, the sparrows twos and threes walk through the nest between the wolfberry garden and the whale and the usual is quite different, looked cheerful. They pick the reddish fruit East and nourish their fur coat smooth. The sparrow pecked the fruit at the same time in a mess. Watching these spoiled fruits, I feel distressed, just as they were pecked at the tip of these little things, they roared loudly. Sprawl in the garden a large group of sparrows, they are not far from the poplar on the leisurely, as if on purpose I am angry. I picked up a stone thrown to the top of the tree, the sparrows that flustered to fly.