天空里飞着一群白鸽,穿行于朵朵云里忽暗忽明。听惯了哨声,即使闭起眼也能辨析鸽群抵达的方向,而哨声和空气擦臂而过,她让天空的喘息瞬间温婉而隐匿。这样的飞翔灵动而善美。天若父,鸽若女。是的,我是你放飞的群鸽!冬天刚开始,大地就孕育着孩子。在初始结冰的时候,原野的哭声就冲破桎梏,而且在雾霾里寻觅目标,宛如风华正茂、一衣带水。 Flying in the sky a group of white pigeons, walking in the blossoming clouds flickering. Listen to the whistle, even if the eyes closed can identify the direction of the arrival of the pigeons, and the whistle and air wipe the arm, she let the sky breathe gentle and hidden. This fly smart and kind. God if the father, if the pigeons female. Yes, I am your flying pigeon! The beginning of the winter, the earth gave birth to children. In the initial icing, the wilderness cries broke through the grubs, but also in the haze in search of goals, like the prime of life, a strip of water.