一个阳光明媚的早晨，我看到爸爸又在收拾东西。他拿了一把**，还有水和吃的东西，看来爸爸又要去打鸟了。我看着爸爸的一举一动，思考了一下，胸有成竹地走了过去。
One sunny morning, I saw my father packing again. He took a handful of * * and water and food. It seems that dad is going to fight birds again. I looked at my father's every move, thought about it, and walked over with confidence.
“爸爸，又去打鸟吗？”我问。“是的。”爸爸头也不抬地答应着。“鸟类是我们的好朋友，您不知道吗？”我继续劝爸爸。“朋友？鸟又不会说话。就算有的鹦鹉、八哥会说话，它们也不明白什么意思。”爸爸边收拾他的东西边说。“您有没有听说过这个故事？有一个不女孩，为了救一只丹顶鹤，自己掉进了沼泽地。”“我才不会去做那种傻事呢。”爸爸背上包，向外走去。
"Dad, are you going to fight again?" I asked. "Yes." Dad agreed without raising his head. "Birds are our good friends, don't you know?" I continued to advise dad. "Friend? Birds can't talk. Even if some parrots and starlings can talk, they don't understand what they mean. " Dad said as he packed his things. "Have you heard of the story? There was a girl who fell into the swamp to save a red crowned crane "I'm not going to do that stupid thing." Dad packed his bag and walked out.
我赶紧拉住爸爸，说道：“鸟类已被列为濒危物种，有12%的鸟类已灭绝，美丽的东方白鹤目前数量不足3000只，29%的鹦鹉和23%的鸽子都濒临灭绝。有966种鸟类的数量不足一万只，最危险的77种鸟类已不足50只。有一种叫红腹灰雀的很可爱的小鸟，由于人类非法猎杀，数量已不足300只。橙额鹦鹉被古印度人视为‘掌上明珠’，但现在野生的已灭绝，人类饲养着的不足10只。爸爸，放下您手中的**吧！”
I quickly grabbed my father and said, "birds have been listed as endangered species, 12% of them are extinct, less than 3000 are beautiful oriental white cranes, 29% of parrots and 23% of pigeons are endangered. The number of 966 species is less than 10000, and the most dangerous 77 species is less than 50. There is a very lovely bird called the cardinal. Due to human illegal hunting, the number is less than 300. The orange parrot is regarded as the "Pearl of the eye" by the ancient Indians, but now it is extinct in the wild. There are less than 10 parrots raised by human beings. Father, put down the * * in your hand
爸爸低下了头，无言以对。过了一会儿，他抬起头对我说：“好，我今后再也不打鸟了。”我和爸爸都笑了。
Dad lowered his head, speechless. After a while, he looked up and said to me, "OK, I'll never fight again." Dad and I both laughed.
回到房间时，我看到一对漂亮的鸟儿正落在窗台外边，一起向着阳光飞去……
When I came back to the room, I saw a pair of beautiful birds falling outside the windowsill, flying towards the sunshine together