对于家后面那片大得让人惊叹的林子,我从小“读”到大。孩提时我把它当做童话。清晨的百鸟争鸣是它的序,高高低低的树木是它的标点,或红或绿或黄或青的叶子是它的文字。它的故事或许有点儿单调却永远精彩。风常有而且总带着清新的泥土气息,它的到来也总是很受欢迎,树叶们沙沙沙地惊喜着,树枝们摇头摆手地闹着;还有老屋檐前老风铃清脆悦耳的叮叮当当,花儿们为了争蝴蝶蜜蜂的宠,把草地装扮成七彩;夏夜的音乐会,蟋蟀、蝈蝈、青蛙 For the big amazing woods behind my house, I grew up from a small “read” to a big one. As a child I use it as a fairy tale. The early morning bird contention is its sequence, the trees of the highest and lowest are its punctuation, or the leaves of red or green or yellow or green are its words. Its story may be a bit monotonous but always wonderful. The wind always fresh and always with a fresh earthy atmosphere, its arrival is always very welcome, the leaves were rustled sand surprise, the branches are shaking his head in trouble; there are old eaves old bell clear crisp jingle When, in order to fight the butterfly pet bees flowers, the grass dressed in colorful; summer night concert, crickets, slugs, frogs