城市里高楼林立，车辆 穿行，这是乡村里见不到的。呆得久了，面对着冰冷的楼墙，淡蓝色或绿色开着和关着的玻璃窗，听着楼下街道传来的各种声音，心便让惆怅和失落占满了。于是，夜深人静灯稀的不眠之夜，耳边会响起那久违的来自乡间的声音──鸟鸣。 在乡村，春天一到，我便 High-rise buildings in the city, passing vehicles, which is not seen in the country. For a long time, in the face of the icy wall, light blue or green windows opened and closed, listening to the voices of the downstairs streets, melancholy and lost heart. As a result, the sleepless night at night, with lots of quiet lights, the sound of a long time coming from the country - the birdsong. In the country, spring is coming, I will