窗外的两只鸟儿飞翔如花,它们是天空蓝色的衣衫上,最早解开的那对纽扣。依然有些料峭的春风,无法吹灭两粒燃烧的小小炭火。适当的寒风,只会让它们身体里的火,烧得更旺一些。它们在天空嬉戏、追逐,说着绵绵的情话。偶尔也会停下来,落在我窗外的树上,交颈而歌。在枝头上,它们紧紧依偎着,头挨着头,肩并着肩,像两颗,怀抱着满腔甜蜜的小小的果实。 The two birds flying outside the window, such as flowers, they are the sky blue clothes, the earliest to unlock the pair of buttons. There are still some spring breeze, can not blow off the two burning little charcoal. Appropriate cold, will only make their body of fire, burn more flourishing. They play in the sky, chasing, talking endless love. Occasionally stop, fall in the trees outside my window, cross neck and song. On the branches, they cling to each other, head to head, shoulders and shoulders, like two, embracing sweet little fruit.