父亲一生最喜欢树林和歌唱的鸟。童年时,一个春天的黎明,父亲带着我从滹沱河岸的一片树林旁走过。父亲突然站定,朝幽深的雾蒙蒙的树林,上上下下地望了又望,用鼻子闻了又闻。“林子里有不少鸟。”父亲喃喃着。 My father loved the woods and singing birds most of his life. Childhood, the dawn of a spring, my father took me from the banks of the Hutuo River walked by a forest. Suddenly his father stood firm, toward the deep foggy woods, looked up and down and looked, sniffed and heard with his nose. “There are many birds in the woods. ” My father murmured.