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记得是一个星期天的下午,那时我快满十岁,父亲搀着我的手,一块儿去森林,去那里听鸟的歌声。我们挥手同母亲告别,她留在家里,因为要做晚饭,不能与我们同去。太阳暖暖地照着,我们精神抖擞地上了路。其实,我们并不把去森林、听鸟鸣看作一件了不起的大事,好像有多么稀奇或怎么的。父亲和我都是在大自然的怀抱中长大的,熟悉了它的一切,去不去森林,是并不打紧的。当然,我们也不是今天非去不可,只是趁礼拜天,父亲休息在家罢了。我们走在铁路线上,这里一般是不让走的,但父亲在铁路工作,便享受了这份
I remember a Sunday afternoon, when I was almost ten years old, my father helped me hand in hand to the forest, where to listen to the birds singing. We waving goodbye to our mother, she stayed at home, because I wanted to do dinner, can not go with us. The sun shone warmly, and we got on the road energetically. In fact, we do not regard going to the forest or listening to the birds as an amazing event, as if we were wondering how or how. My father and I all grew up in the embrace of nature, familiar with everything it does, do not go to the forest, it does not matter. Of course, we do not have to go nonstop today, but on Sunday, my father rests at home. We are walking on the railway line, where we usually do not let go, but my father worked on the railway and enjoyed it.