1958年我随父亲去青海,那年我8岁。高原的天空是那么湛蓝,雪白的云朵在蓝天的映衬下变幻着各种图形,那图形像军阵,像千军万马。我常常躺在山坡上仰视着浩瀚的无垠的苍穹出神,也就是在这种时候便有几只黑色的大鸟从遥远的天际飞来,它们在太阳照耀下像一支支黑色的利箭。它们离我近的时候几乎都遮住了整片的白 In 1958 I went to Qinghai with my father, when I was eight years old. Plateau sky is so blue, white clouds in the sky against the background of a variety of graphics, graphics that array, like a mighty force. I often lie on the hillside looking up at the boundless sky of the vast expanse of heaven, that is, at this time there are a few black big birds flying from a distant horizon, they shine like a black arrow in the sun. Almost all of them covered the whole white when they were close to me