鸟梁实秋我爱鸟。从前我常见提笼架鸟的人,清早在街上溜达(现在这样有闲的人少了)。我感觉兴味的不是那人的悠闲,却是那鸟的苦闷。胳膊上架着的鹰,有时头上蒙着一块皮子,羽翮不整的蜷伏着不动,那里有半点瞵视 Bird beam real autumn I love birds. In the past, people who used to raise caged birds often strolled in the street early in the morning (there are fewer people who have spare time now). What I feel is not the person’s leisure, but it is the bird’s depression. There was an eagle on his arm, sometimes covered with a piece of leather on the head, and the feathers were sinuous and motionless. There was a slight contempt there.