一黑鹤出生的季节就不太合时宜,正是初春,大湿地虽然已经冰消雪化,驻扎这里一冬的寒流还未完全退却,白天的芦苇荡一片片阳光送暖,太阳刚一落到苇梢后面,荒野里就刮来时缓时急的小阴风,吹得枯黄的芦苇荡发出阵阵萧索的叹息。那些枯立着的芦苇受尽漫长冬季的蹂躏与折磨,它们太渴望春天了,春天的姗姗不至令它们无可奈何。 The birth season of a black crane is not very timely, it is early spring, although the wetlands have been wet snow melting, the winter here has not yet fully rescued the cold, the reeds during the day a piece of warm sun, the sun just dropped Reed tip to the back of the wilderness to scratch when the urgency of the small Yin wind, blown yellow reeds sent waves of sorrow sigh. The dead reeds have been torn and tortured by the long winter months, and they are so eager to spring that the spring has not come to their rescue.