不知何时起,我开始关注窗外那棵高大白杨上孤独茕立的鸟巢。这里没有名贵的鸟类,除了麻雀,便是喜鹊。而能在高耸的杨树上建出庞大的巢的,只能是喜鹊了。暮光女神在低低地吟咏着黄昏的不老歌,白的云与红的霞共舞。闪烁的孤星打翻了月的玉醅,浑浊了夜的律动。我望着那一抹倩影,从一棵树上跃到巢边,左右雕琢。鸟是世界上难得的建筑艺术 I do not know when, I began to pay attention to the tall white poplar window on the bird’s nest. No expensive birds here, except for sparrows, they are magpies. And can build a huge nest in the towering poplar, only a magpie. Twilight goddess whispered in the dusk of the old song, white clouds and red Xia dance. Twinkling lone star knocked on the jade, muddy night rhythm. I looked at the touch of shadow, jumping from a tree to the edge of the nest, left and right polish. Bird is a rare architectural art in the world