我最爱听的是空旷高原上的声音,特别是正午,日光一泻无余之时,您听窑窗上的淡黄的阳光啊,那里有轻微的蜜蜂震动翅膀一样的响动。静静的这种时候,我的耳朵特别敏锐,也许全是瞑瞑中的什么触着灵机吧?麻雀双脚着地地跳在我的脚底,这动作竟突然使我感到新奇:因为我听到了它的双脚齐跳的那动静,尽管它是那么轻盈。冻冰的河上,树梢间传过来一两声喜鹊的噪叫,于是空气开始象干枯的叶子突然间风化一般,我为这一切吃惊！抬头看看太阳,正在额头上暖暖的,似 My favorite is to hear the voices of the open plateau, especially at noon. When the sunlight is gone, you listen to the yellowish sunshine on the kiln window, where there is a slight beating of the bees’ vibration. Quietly this time, my ears are particularly acute, perhaps all the shackles in touch with inspiration, sparrows feet on the ground jumping in my feet, this action suddenly made me feel strange: Because I heard The movement of its feet in juxtaposition, though it is so light. Ice on the river, the treetops came over one or two magpie noise, so the air began to dry like a sudden weathered leaves in general, I am all surprised! Looked up at the sun, warm forehead, it seems