天气好,运气好,几个鸟儿没费多少力气,就捉到许多虫子。肚子饱了,心情也好,三三两两蹲在树枝上,一边清理着羽毛,一边轻松地聊着天。“人类不仅会说话,还会作诗,真羡慕他们。”喜鹊说。“是啊,如果咱们也会作诗,现在就可以举行一个诗歌朗诵会,不至于在这里有盐无油地说闲话了!”麻雀说。“作诗哪会那么容易,你想得也太简单了!”燕子说。 Good weather, good luck, a few birds do not charge much effort, they caught a lot of bugs. Full stomach, the mood is good, two or three two squatting on the branches, while cleaning up the feathers, while chatting easily. “Humans not only speak, but also poem, really envy them.” Magpie said. “Yeah, if we can also make poetry, we can hold a poetry reading right now, and we will not talk of salt or oil here!” Said the sparrow. “It’s so easy to write poetry, you think too easy!” Swallow said.