也许很多年以后,我还是会怀念那些头顶上有飞鸟盘旋的日子。并不是刻意煽情,只是回忆我14岁念初一的日子,首先想到的必定是那些洁白而笨拙的鸟儿,接着会想起一些人一些事。现在那些人和事都像那些飞鸟,只存在于我的记忆中,那些故事中的主角都不知飞到哪儿去了。在每天的早自习上,我会“例行公事”一般数盘旋在对面教学楼楼顶上的鸟,有时是32只,有时只有31只。至于还有一只那天干什么去了,我不得而知,费力猜想,也未必能得到准 Perhaps many years later, I still miss the days when there were birds circling overhead. Not deliberately sensational, just remembering my 14th day of the first day of study, the first thought must be those white and clumsy birds, then some people will think of something. Now those people and things are like those birds, only exist in my memory, the protagonist of those stories do not know where to fly. On a daily morning study day, I routinely circled birds at the top of the opposite school building, sometimes 32 or sometimes 31. As for what else to do that day, I do not know, hard to guess, may not be able to get