周六的闲暇又有了。我像一只刚出巢的雏燕,告别了黄嘴齐鸣的拥挤,谢绝了送到嘴边的美食,振动着虽小、但还算坚强的翅膀,在蓝天下“歌唱着飞翔,飞翔着歌唱”;带着一双黑亮而好奇的眼睛,用那蠢蠢欲动的心灵,实临其境,感受属于自己的春光明媚、树林阴翳、莺歌燕语、造化雄奇。啊! There was another leisure on Saturday. I am like a young bird that has just left the nest, bid farewell to the crowding of the yellow mouth, and refuses the food delivered to her mouth. The small, but still strong wing vibrates and sings and flies in the blue sky. “Singing”; with a pair of dark and curious eyes, with the heart that is about to move, it is on the ground, feel their own beautiful spring, forest shade, Yinggeyanyan language, formidable. what!