这几天总也坐不住。 忽听见一段“豌豆偷熟”的鸟叫来,兴奋地唤起妻和子,三个头探出窗外,屏了气,可他娘儿俩都摇头说听不到。——回过神时,方知那声音徘徊俺心底呢。 “神经病！”妻嗔一声,牵着儿子练琴去了。 是俺想俺娘哩！ ——娘说:“豌豆偷熟”一叫呀,就该割麦了。 These days can not always sit still. Suddenly I heard a bird called “peas stewed” exclaimed excitedly his wife and son, the three head out of the window, the screen of breath, but he and she both shook his head and could not hear. - When I recollect, I know that voice hovering my heart yet. “Neuropathy!” His wife heard soon, holding his son practicing to go. I want to be my mother! - Mother said: “peas steamed,” a call, it is time to cut wheat.