晨光熹微,伴着清脆的鸟鸣,挤进窗内,捎来清晨的邀约。我自睡梦中苏醒,推开门扉,漫步林中。眼前,鸟儿扇动着翅膀,轻盈地跃上树梢;耳畔,它们奏起欢快悦耳的歌谣;鼻端,花的芬芳和叶的清香追逐萦绕。与大自然的亲密接触让这个早晨神清气爽。这是我在阅读美国著名自然文学作家约翰·巴勒斯的代表作《醒来的森林》时常有的想象。我成了他的同伴,与他漫步林间,寻鸟、观鸟、听鸟。 Dawn Xiwei, accompanied by crisp birds, squeeze into the window, take morning invitations. I wake up from sleep, open the door, walk in the forest. In front of the birds flapping their wings, lightly leaping on the treetops; ears, they played a cheerful melody; nose, fragrant flowers and leaf chasing lingering fragrance. Intimate contact with nature made this morning refreshing. This is what I often read when reading The Waking Forest, the famous American natural literary writer, John Burroughs. I became his companion, with him walking the forest, looking for birds, bird watching, listening to birds.