一个春日周末的清早,天已经大亮了,我懒懒地躺在床上不想起来。不经意间,听见隔着厚厚磨砂玻璃的窗外,传来阵阵鸟儿欢快的叫声。这似乎是个阴天,太阳没有喧闹地闯进来,回荡着鸟鸣的房间一片静谧;闭着眼睛,仿佛置身于幽谷中的森林。鸟儿在说什么?我想。它们是在谈论天气,或者是在高谈阔论?再或者,什么都不为,没人类诸多道貌岸然的清规戒律这么复杂,就是想要 Early in the morning on a spring day, the sky is bright, and I lazily lie in bed and do not think of it. Inadvertently, I heard across the thick frosted glass window, came the buzzing voice of birds. This seems to be a cloudy day, the sun broke in without noise, the room echoing the birdsong quiet; eyes closed, as if exposure to the forest in the valley. What are the birds talking about? I think. They are talking about the weather, or talkative? Or, nothing, no human beings, many pious rules and regulations so complex, that is, you want