提笔写下这个题目的时候,心里很是犹豫。因为,那些麻雀,原本并不属于母亲。那是羊年的正月,如往年一样,这个时节的故乡又刮起了徐徐的微风。我照例起得很早,想四处转转,看看故乡的变化——我已经几年没回到这个小山村了。推开自家那扇吱呀吱呀的大门,“呼”的一声,一小群麻雀瞬间从门外的梨树上腾起,落在了几米之外的高高的水杉树顶。 When writing this topic, I was hesitant. Because, those sparrows did not originally belong to the mother. It was the first month of the Year of the Goat. As in previous years, the hometown of this season was again slowly breeze. I usually get up early and I want to go around and look at the changes in my hometown - I have not returned to this small village for several years. Pushing open the door of his own babbling babbling, “Shouting”, a small flock of sparrows suddenly rises from the pear tree outside the door and falls to the top of the tall mite tree just a few meters away.