生命的底色是自由。那是一个寒冷的冬夜。室内的暖气烧得很热,我开了阳台的门透气。过了一会儿,我想去把门关上。就在我把门往回带的那一瞬间,我的手碰到一个软塌塌的东西,把我吓了一大跳。仔细一看,竟是一只小鸟。壮壮胆伸出手一把抓住它,才看清是一只绿颈黄翅的虎皮鹦鹉,它身子小小的,耷拉着脑袋,两只脚爪,也许是冻伤或是枪伤,立在桌上,站都站不稳。 The background of life is freedom. It was a cold winter night. The heating in the room was very hot, and I opened the balcony door to breathe. After a while I want to close the door. The moment I put my door back, my hand ran into a soft, collapsed thing that shocked me. A closer look, actually a bird. Zhuangzhuang Gengzhanchou grabbed it, only to see is a green-necked yellow-winged tiger parrot, its body is small, pull the head, two paws, perhaps frostbite or gunshot wounds, stand on the table, Stations are unstable.