每当走进绿树葱茏的校园,就发现灰山鹊在树顶飞回,呀呀鸣叫。这声音撼动心扉,勾起一段往事。那是五十年代初,我在北京潭柘寺上学,学校就设在寺院里。院内古木参天,满山松柏,芳草鲜花,泉声鸟语,环境幽美。当时正赶上除“四害”打麻雀,群情热烈,一打面就宽了。我是班干部,很关心班集体的荣誉,总想干出点惊人的事来。有位同学跟我说,山林里有一种灰色的 Whenever you walk into the green verdant campus, you find the gray magpie fly back in the tree, yeah yeah. This voice shake my heart, brought back a story. That was the early 1950s when I went to school in Beijing’s Tanzhe Temple and the school was set in a monastery. Courtyard towering towering old trees, pines and cypresses, grass flowers, Spring Sound birds language, beautiful environment. At that time, they were catching up with sparrows in addition to the “four pests”. I am a class cadre, I am concerned about the class collective honor, always want to do a little amazing things. A classmate told me that there is a gray in the woods