我的目光在小径旁边迷失了,却忽然被一只五彩缤纷的小鸟牵引过来,它反复地张开多色的翅膀,在湿气弥漫的绿草坪上停停飞飞。我们慢慢地靠近它,我在前,柏拉特罗在后。近在旁边的是个阴凉的饮水池,狡猾的孩子们安上了一个鸟网。那小小的忧伤的假鸟给升得高高的,仿佛它的翅膀能承载它似的,无意地呼唤着它空中的兄弟。 My eyes were lost beside the trail, but suddenly I was drawn by a colorful bird. It repeatedly opened its wings and stopped to fly on the damp green lawn. We are slowly approaching it. I am in front, and Plato is behind. Nearby was a shady drinking pool. The sturdy children were placed on a net of birds. The little sorrowful fake bird was raised high, as if its wings could carry it, and it inadvertently called its brother in the air.