麦吉整个下午趴在石板上写字的时候,脑子里满是那只鸟的形象。深绿色的羽毛点缀着金黄色的斑点,尾巴象一支羽箭。她的头发垂下来,盖在她那绛紫色的充满激情的眼睛上;她几乎不知道自己在写些什么。她现在每天都是这样。面上有裂纹的 McGee lying on the stone all afternoon writing, my mind full of the bird’s image. Dark green feathers dotted with golden spots, tail like a feather arrow. Her hair was hanging down, covered in her crimson purple passionate eyes; she hardly knew what she was writing. She is doing it everyday. Cracked surface