天高云淡,小鸟一家围坐桌前.望着蹒跚走路的我,爷爷不禁老泪涟涟,细问爷爷原由,爷爷对我娓娓而谈:我们的家本不在这里,而在美丽富饶的渤海湾。那里人杰地灵,稻浪无边。忘不了,那婆娑的柳树,我们玩耍的旗杆;忘不了,那精巧的鸟巢,我们的华美宫殿,那里留下了我们清脆的歌声,满脸的 The sky was high and the birds were sitting around the table. Looking at the walk, my grandfather could not help but cry old and ask Grandpa why Grandpa talked to me: Our home was not here, but was beautiful and rich. Bohai Bay. Where outstanding people, rice waves boundless. Forget that the willow tree, the flagpoles we played with; forget that delicate nest, our gorgeous palace, where we left our crisp singing, faceful