记得是一个星期天的下午,那时我快满十岁,父亲搀着我的手,一块儿去森林,去那里听鸟的歌声。我们挥手同母亲告别,她留在家里,因为要做晚饭,不能与我们同去。太阳暖暖地照着,我们精神抖擞地上了路。其实,我们并不把去森林,听鸟鸣看作一件了不 I remember that it was a Sunday afternoon. When I was nearly ten years old, my father took my hand and went to the forest together to go there and listen to the birds singing. We waved to say goodbye to my mother and she stayed at home because she would not be able to go with us. The sun shines warmly and we are on the road with energy. Actually, we don’t think of going to the forest and listening to bird song as a