很小的时候,我喜欢坐在老家门前的那棵椿树下,透过斑驳的枝条,只能看得出星星点点的略带蓝色的天。这时偶尔会有几只小鸟从树影中一掠而过,留下几声清脆的鸣叫。我总要在心中做无数次的猜想,猜它们有没有一个快乐的家,猜它们从哪儿来,到哪里去,是否也像《快乐王子》里的那只小燕子一样到过许多地方,看过许多东西。而这些自然不会有答案。 When I was very young, I liked to sit under the eucalyptus tree in front of my home. Through the mottled branches, I could only see the little blue sky. Occasionally, a few birds flitted through the shadows and left a few crisp cries. I have to make countless guesses in my heart to guess whether they have a happy family, guess where they come from, where they are going, and whether they have visited many places like the Little Swallow in Happy Prince. There are many things. And naturally these will not have answers.