1一只山鸡从我右上方飞走。它逃得太快,我根本没看清它什么样子,也不知道此前它悄无声息躲在何处。扑棱一声响,就把寂静的气流撞破,把我沉甸甸的回忆吓跑了。我想起了母亲的话。她说:“真是怪事儿,现如今,野山鸡越来越多,蚂蚱啦蝎子啦倒越来越稀罕,难不成都叫山鸡给吃了?”山下的槐花儿早就败了,半山腰一簇簇荆棵上细细密密的花却还没绽开。一蓬野酸枣上,挑着一个褐色鸟窝,拳头般大小,迎着风 A pheasant flew away from my right. It fled so fast that I did not see it at all and did not know where it had been quietly hidden. Flapping a rang, put the flow of silence crashed, my heavy memories scared away. I think of my mother’s words. She said: “It is a strange thing, nowadays, more and more wild pheasant, grasshopper friends scorpion more and more rare, it is difficult to Chengdu pheasant to eat?” Lost, a cluster of Jing Jing on the hillside a thin dense flowers have not yet bloom. A Peng wild jujube, lug a brown nest, fist-sized, facing the wind