我突然明白了,飞去的鸟儿是人自己舍弃的真纯与美善,是再也写不出的旧时光。将书摊在卧室窗台上站着翻,忽然隔着玻璃听见轻轻的一声“噗!”下意识地抬头,瞥见那小小的翅膀剪影扇动的瞬间,心中欣喜:“哦,我的麻雀来了。”然而又登时后悔自己抬头的动作太过明显,那小可爱显然没有料到窗户里立着个披头散发的庞然怪物,霎时间被吓惨,还未落定窗台便是一个趔趄,跌跌撞撞地跳起仓皇飞去,连在空中的姿态也是趔趄着的,留我一人在窗 Suddenly I realized that the flying birds are the pure and beautiful things that people have given up and are no longer able to write the old days. The book stand in the bedroom standing on the windowsill turn, suddenly heard across the glass softly “pop!” Subconsciously looked up, saw the moment of the little wings silhouette fans, heart joy: “Oh, my Sparrow came. ”However, when regretted regretted his rise looked too obvious, that little cute apparently did not expect a beheaded monster distributed in the window, all of a sudden was scared miserable, not yet settled down bay window is a 趔趄, stumbled to jump suddenly flew, and even in the air is also staggering attitude, leaving me alone in the window