母亲站在金黄麦田的地头儿,鸟儿就惊飞了,鸟儿刚刚啄起的那颗麦粒连同它嘴角儿的哈喇子一起丢在了麦田。鸟们习惯了,习惯了母亲的身姿和呼吸的声音,鸟儿们甚至熟悉母亲白花黑底衣衫里藏着的那双没纳完的鞋底。因此,只要母亲离开片刻,哪怕回屋卷一根蛤蟆头烟的功夫,鸟儿 Mother stood in the golden wheat fields, the birds scared to fly, the bird just pecked up the grain together with the corner of its child, the son of the child landed in the wheat fields. The birds were accustomed to, accustomed to the voice of their mothers and breathing, and the birds were even familiar with the unsuspecting soles hidden in the mother’s white blouse. Therefore, as long as the mother left for a moment, even if the return to the house roll a kung fu, the birds