老家的宅院里有一窝燕子,它们已在那里相安无事地住了好些年了。每年的四月,它们便会如约而至地从遥远的南方飞回故居,先是在院子里打着旋地飞啊飞、唧唧喳喳地叫啊叫,算是跟我们一家人打过招呼了、问候过了,然后便轻盈地落在它们精制而久违的小巢里,开始又一年的新生活。我很小的时候就听奶奶说,燕子是有灵性的鸟,它落户的人家必定是家业兴旺、一团和气的人家。在我的记忆里,奶奶是绝对不允许我们伤害到燕子及它的孩子的。记得每年春天燕子飞回来时,奶奶就像是 There was a nest of swallows in the home courtyard, where they had lived in peace for years. In April each year, they flew from the far south to their former residences. They flew in the courtyard and screamed, and they were greeting me and greeting And then lightly fall in their refined and long-lost nests, starting a new life for another year. When I was young, I heard my grandmother said that the swallow is a bird of spirituality and that the people whom it settled in must be the people who flourished and had a good spirits in their families. In my memory, Grandma absolutely does not allow us to harm the swallows and their children. I remember every year when the swallows fly back, Grandma is like