怀着无比期盼的心情,我踏上了那条熟悉的乡间小道。远远的,我看到了奶奶家的小院。小院里,那些鸟啊、树啊、鸡啊、庄稼啊……都是我的朋友。鸟儿是一串串飞翔的音符,有的黑白相间,飞起来就像一条旋转的手绢儿;有的小巧玲珑,一双小眼睛像珍珠一样闪闪发 With great expectations, I embarked on the familiar country lane. Far, I saw Grandma’s small courtyard. Small courtyard, those birds, trees, chicken, crops ah ... are my friends. The birds are strings of flying notes, some are black and white, flying like a rotating handkerchief; some small and exquisite, a pair of little eyes like a pearl-like sparkle