秦淮小巷里,清晨莺鸟啼鸣。被护城河围着的江南水乡永远这么热闹,像个永不歇业的花鸟市场。艳阳天里,人们将阴湿的被褥衣物挂出来晾晒。爷爷的八哥冲他点头:“恭喜发财!”一连叫唤好几遍。这时,爷爷的杂货店也开门了。八哥的叫声极其好听,抑扬顿挫,是标准的普通话,没有掺杂一点儿城南土话的韵味。再加上纤尘不染脱俗非凡的黑亮羽毛,讨喜极了。街坊们看到它都点头称赞,说是为数不多的好鸟。八哥被爷爷驯服得妥妥帖帖,唯独对 Qinhuai alley, crowing Yingying birds. Surrounded by the moat surrounded by the Yangtze River is always so lively, like a never-ending flower and bird market. Sunny days, people will hang wet blankets clothing hanging. Grandpa’s nobility nodded him: “Kung Hei Fat Choi!” "Call repeatedly several times. At this time, my grandfather’s grocery store opened. Starling loudly sounds good, cadence, is the standard of Mandarin, no doping a little charm of Chengnan dialect. Coupled with the dust pollution-free extraordinarily dark black feathers, delightful. The neighbors all nodded their praise, saying it was one of the few good birds. Starlings were tamed by grandfather properly placard, only right