鸟巢和村庄一样,在没有绿叶覆盖的季节,总是那么显眼。光秃秃的枝杈上高高地蜷窝着三个或四个黑乎乎的鸟巢。走不多远,在另一棵挺拔高耸的大树上又发现数量不等的鸟巢。鸟巢就在眼睛欣喜的触摸中接连不断地出现,就像树下的村舍,一个接一个,一片连一片。这是一个静谧的村庄。方方正正的院落在冬日暖暖的阳光里慵懒地晒太阳。几十座金黄的玉米囤在房顶上默默地矗立,它们隔房相望、互相问候,成为这个灰色季节最壮观、最艳 The nest, like the village, is always conspicuous in the season without green leaves. Three or four dark nests nestled high above bare branches. Not far to go, in another towering tall tree and found a different number of bird's nest. Nest in the eyes of joy touching one after another appear, like the tree house, one by one, one by one. This is a quiet village. The square courtyard lazily sunshine in the warm winter sun. Dozens of golden corn store silently stands on the roof, they are across the house, greet each other to become the most spectacular of the gray season, the most Yan