珍    珠    鸟   

 真    好   !  朋    友    送    我    一    对    珍    珠    鸟   , 放    在    一    个    简    易    的    竹    条    编    成    的    笼    子    里   , 笼    内    还    有    一    卷    干    草   , 那    是    小    鸟    舒    适    又    温    暖    的    巢   
 有    人    说   , 这    是    一    种    怕    人    的    鸟   
 我    把    鸟    笼    挂    在    窗    前   。 那    儿    还    有    一    大    盆    异    常    茂    盛    的    法    国    吊    兰   。 我    便    用    吊    兰    长    长    的   、 串    生    着    小    绿    叶    的    垂    蔓    蒙    盖    在    鸟    笼    上   。 它    们    就    像    躲    进    深    幽    的    丛    林    一    样    安    全   , 从    中    传    出    的    笛    儿    般    又    细    又    亮    的    叫    声   , 也    就    格    外    轻    松    自    在    了   。 小    鸟    的    影    子    就    在    这    中    间    隐    约    闪    动   , 看    不    完    整   , 有    时    连    笼    子    也    看    不    出   , 却    见    它    们    可    爱    的    鲜    红    小    嘴    从    绿    叶    中    伸    出    来   
 我    很    少    扒    开    垂    蔓    瞧    它    们   , 它    们    便    渐    渐    敢    伸    出    小    脑    袋    瞅    瞅    我   。 我    们    就    这    样    一    点    点    熟    悉    了   
 三    个    月    后   , 那    一    团    越    发    繁    茂    的    垂    蔓    里    边   , 发    出    一    种    尖    细    又    娇    嫩    的    鸣    叫   。 我    猜    到   , 是    它    们    有    了    雏    儿   。 我    呢   , 决    不    掀    开    叶    片    往    里    看   , 连    添    食    加    水    时    也    不    睁    大    好    奇    的    眼    睛    去    惊    动    它    们   。 过    不    多    久   , 忽    然    有    一    个    更    小    的    脑    袋    从    叶    间    探    出    来   。 哟   , 雏    儿   ! 正    是    这    小    家    伙   !
 它    小   , 就    能    轻    易    地    由    疏    格    的    笼    子    里    钻    出    来   。 瞧   , 多    么    像    它    的    父    母   : 红    嘴    红    脚   , 灰    蓝    色    的    毛   , 只    是    后    背    还    没    生    出    珍    珠    似    的    圆    圆    的    白    点   。 它    好    肥   , 整    个    身    子    好    像    一    个    蓬    松    的    球    儿   
 起    先   , 这    小    家    伙    只    在    笼    子    四    周    活    动   , 随    后    就    在    屋    里    飞    来    飞    去   ,  一    会    儿    落    在    柜    顶    上   , 一    会    儿    神    气    十    足    地    站    在    书    架    上   , 啄    着    书    脊    上    那     些    大    文    豪    的    名    字   , 一    会    儿    把    灯    绳    撞    得    来    回    摇    动   , 跟    着    逃    到    画    框    上    去     了   。 只    要    大    鸟    在    笼    里    生    气    地    叫    一    声   , 它    就    立    即    飞    回    笼    里    去   
 我    不    管    它   。 这    样    久    了   ,  打    开    窗    子   ,  它    最    多    只    在    窗    框    上    站    一    会    儿   ,  决    不    飞    出    去   
 渐    渐    它    胆    子    大    了   , 就    落    在    我    的    书    桌    上   。 它    先    是    离    我    较    远   , 见    我    不    去    伤    害    它   , 便    一    点    点    挨    近   , 然    后    蹦    到    我    的    杯    子    上   , 俯    下    头    来    喝    茶   , 再    偏    过    脸    瞧    瞧    我    的    反    应   。 我    只    是    微    微    一    笑   , 依    旧    写    东    西   。 它    就    放    开    胆    子    跑    到    稿    纸    上   , 绕    着    我    的    笔    尖    蹦    来    蹦    去   , 跳    动    的    小    红    爪    子    在    纸    上    发    出    嚓    嚓    的    响    声   
 我    不    动    声    色    地    写   , 默    默    享    受    着    这    小    家    伙    亲    近    的    情    意   。 这    样   , 它    完    全    放    心    了   , 索    性    用    那    涂    了    蜡    似    的    小    红    嘴   , 嗒    嗒    地    啄    着    我    颤    动    的    笔    尖   。 我    用    手    抚    一    抚    它    细    腻    的    绒    毛   , 它    也    不    怕   , 反    而    友    好    地    啄    两    下    我    的    手    指   
 白    天   , 它    这    样    淘    气    地    陪    伴    我   ; 天    色    入    暮   , 它    就    在    父    母    再    三    的    呼    唤    声    中   , 飞    向    笼    子   , 扭    动    滚    圆    的    身    子   , 挤    开    那    些    绿    叶    钻    进    去   
 有    一    天   , 我    伏    案    写    作    时   , 它    居    然    落    到    我    的    肩    上   。 我    手    中    的    笔    不    觉     停    了   , 生    怕    惊    跑    它   。 待    一    会    儿   , 扭    头    看   , 这    小    家    伙    竟    趴    在    我    的    肩    头    睡     着    了   , 银    灰    色    的    眼    睑    盖    住    眸    子   , 小    红    爪    子    刚    好    被    胸    脯    上    长    长    的    绒    毛    盖     住   。 我    轻    轻    抬    一    抬    肩   , 它    没    醒   , 睡    得    好    熟   ! 还    咂    咂    嘴   , 难    道    在    做    梦   ?
 我    笔    尖    一    动   , 流    泻    下    一    时    的    感    受   :
 信    赖   , 往    往    创    造    出    美    好    的    境    界   

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