每个人生命中都有感动的日子,对我来说,永远忘不了那一个春日的下午,窗外淅沥着绵绵细雨,一树白玉兰湿着温软的脸,陶醉在朦胧的雨意里。我在窗下读书,不经意地读到了这样一则故事:圣凯文将手臂伸出窗外祈祷,一只黑乙鸟落在他手臂上搭窝,停留了两三个星期。而他静止不动,耐心地等小鸟从蛋中孵化出来,竟至于站立而死。短短几十个字,却字字如钻,如血,它如一道电流,触及全身每一处毛孔,震撼了我,又如窗外贵似 Every human life has been touched by the day, for me, will never forget the spring afternoon, window lean with drizzle, a tree Magnolia wet soft face, intoxicated with the dim rain. I read a book under the window and read a story inadvertently: St. Kevin stretched his arm out of the window and prayed. A Galangal bird fell on his arm and set up for two or three weeks. And he was motionless, patiently waiting for the birds to hatch out of the egg, as far as standing and die. Just a few dozen words, but the word such as drilling, such as blood, it is like a current, touching every pore of the whole body, shook me,