野地并不很野,就在城的郊外。随便什么时辰,在城市作一次小小的逃亡,到野地去呼吸,去想些什么或什么也不想,就一心一意感受那野地,是我的一门功课。野地有很多树。柳树、松树、槐树,还有叫不出名字的灌木。不是成材林,也非防风林,结出的果子也不能食用,是一片无用的杂木林。它安于它的无用,保全了自己,也保全了这一片野地。在我眼里,它是这般有了大用。它不仅供给我清新的空气,也免费让我欣赏鸟儿们的音乐会,且是专场,聆听、鼓掌都是我一人。黄鹂的中音,云雀的高音,麻雀的低音,布谷鸟抑扬有度的诗朗诵,报幕的是斑鸠吧,清清朗朗的几句,全场顿时寂 The wild is not very wild, just outside the city. Any time, in the city for a small fugitive, go to the wild to breathe, to think about something or do not want to feel bent on that wild, is my homework. There are many trees in the wild. Willow, pine, acacia, and shrubs with no name. Not a timber forest, nor windbreak forest, the fruit can not be eaten, is a useless woods. It rests on its uselessness, preserves itself, and preserves this field. In my eyes, it is so useful. It not only gives me fresh air, but also allows me to enjoy the birds’ concerts for free, and it is for me to listen to and applaud. Oriole’s alto, lark treble, bass sparrow, cuckoo Ayumi degree poetry recitation, the curtain is a dove it, a few days clear, the audience suddenly silence