我在湖沼的岸边发现一只苦苦挣扎的大雁。它的左翅膀被血打湿了,完整的右翅膀在那里无助地扑打,在长满水草的湿漉漉的地上哀鸣着。我放轻脚步,悄悄走近这只受伤的大雁,双手把它拾起来。我的手感觉到这只候鸟羽毛的柔软和身体的温热,一瞬间这种感觉让我那颗苦闷的心感到某种温暖 I found a struggling geese on the shore of the lake. Its left wing was wet with blood, and the complete right wing was helplessly swept there, wailing in the wet ground covered with aquatic plants. I took a light step and quietly approached the wounded geese and picked it up with both hands. My hand felt the softness and warmth of this migratory bird feather. In a flash, this feeling made my sad heart feel a certain warmth.