早上醒来,听到的又是淅淅沥沥的雨声,一连半月,都是雨天,心里烦透了。这时,雨天中的一只小鸟,飞落到窗台。它拍拍翅膀,抖落身上湿淋淋的雨水,然后,在窄小的窗台上,来回蹦跳着,叽叽喳喳地欢叫着,好像有什么天大喜事似的。我想,小鸟就是小鸟,一小 Waking up in the morning, I heard the rain of lingering rain, after another half a month, all rainy days, and I am overwhelmed. At this moment, a little bird in the rain flew to the windowsill. It clapped its wings and shook it of dripping rain, then bouncing back and forth on a narrow ledge, twittering as if there were any big happy things. I think the bird is a bird, a small one