这么多的鸟,齐聚茫茫的湖区,亮开一双美丽的翅膀及动人的歌喉,称颂给予它们快乐和富有的沼泽与枯草,你见过么?我见过。在洞庭湖区。以一窝蜂似的气势从天边涌来,无数的翅膀扇动着深秋的凉风,压倒一片开得雪白的芦苇,浪花似的沿滩头岸边起伏逶逝而去。再抬头,一群鸟滑翔于我的头顶,吆喝着,吹着哨,遮了一角碧蓝的天色。这便是鸟的王国,我深切地感受到,我不是一个人,是一只低级动物,与鸟和谐的、亲昵的、幸福的生活在一起,不分彼此。而这种感受,来自荒谬的原始,却被我后来高尚的文明泯灭了,与晨 So many birds, gathered in the vast Lake District, opened a pair of beautiful wings and touching voice, praised them happy and rich swamps and hay, have you seen? I have seen. In the Dongting Lake area. In a swarm of momentum coming from the sky, countless wings flapping in the autumn breeze, overwhelmed by a white snowed reeds, spray like waves along the beach shore away. Looked up again, a group of birds gliding in my head, shouting, whistling, cover a corner of the blue sky. This is the kingdom of birds. I deeply feel that I am not a man, a low-level animal, living in harmony with birds, intimacy, and happiness, regardless of each other. And this feeling, from the absurd primitive, but was my noble civilization was destroyed, and morning