妈妈来电话:“能找点养鸟的书吗?”我说不好找,其实是不想让她养那么多鸟,但我听见电话里的声音变了声调,好像生气了,连忙说:“好,我找,我找。”我理解妈妈,我们都从她的身边飞走了,她的房子和她的心都是空的了,没有事做,养养鸟也好。鸟吃得不多,不像我们;鸟可以在笼子里,永远也不飞,这也不像我们;鸟儿会唱歌给她 Mom calls: “Can I find a bird’s book?” “I can not find it, in fact, do not want her to raise so many birds, but I heard the voice on the phone changed the tone, it seems angry, and quickly said : ”Well, I’m looking for, I’m looking for it." I understand Mom, we all flew away from her, her house and her heart are empty, nothing to do, raise a good bird. The bird does not eat much, unlike us; the bird can be in a cage and never fly, nor is it like us; birds sing to her