今早行至白马河东侧小路时,从头顶树梢竟忽地掠过两声“布谷,布谷”的鸟鸣,心头不由一震:多么熟悉的声音呀!我已有好久没有听到布谷鸟的叫声了。与其说这“布谷”声是掠过树枝从树梢传来,还不如说它是从我的心里,从我的记忆里传来。这样的叫声我在儿时刚冒了青穗的麦田里听到过,我在故乡春日的早 This morning the line to the east side of the White Horse Creek Road, the top of the treetops actually flicker twice, “Cuckoo, 布谷 ” bird’s voice, startled: how familiar voice! I have not heard for a long time Cuckoo’s call out. So much this “cloth valley” sound is swept through the branches from the treetops, not as it is from my heart, came from my memory. Such a cry I had just got a young wheat ears heard in my childhood, I was in the spring of early spring