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起的大事,好像有 I remember a Sunday afternoon, when I was almost ten years old, my father helped me hand in hand to the forest, where to listen to the birds singing. We waving goodbye to our mother, she stayed at home, because I wanted to do dinner, can not go with us. The sun shone warmly, and we got on the road energetically. In fact, we do not regard going to the forest and listening to the birds as a great event, as if there is