在我的记忆中,下雨时,伞下常常是祖孙两个人,而那把伞总是倾斜着,无一例外。那年,我和爷爷住在农村。一天,天虽然阴着,一群又一群的小鸟却在空中动听地唱着,那清脆的鸟叫声吸引着我。本来就顽皮的我不听爷爷的劝告,偷偷地跑出家门,循着鸟声,穿过了大片农田,越过干涸的小河,钻进了离村子三里之遥的小树林。我一进树林,林中 In my memory, when it rains, the umbrella is often two people, grandparents and grandchildren, and the umbrella is always tilted, without exception. That year, my grandfather and I live in rural areas. One day, while the sky was overcast, a group of small birds sang pleasantly in the air, and the crisp sound of birds attracted me. Originally naughty I did not listen to my grandfather’s advice, secretly ran out of the house, follow the bird’s sound, across the farmland, across the dry river, into the woods three miles away from the village. I went into the woods, forest