目的地是鸟群的彩霞抬头仰望蓝天,我又一次看到了天空中飞翔的鸟群。它们在我头顶的天空上朝着同一个地方轻盈地飞翔,所保持的速度、队形,就像是用尺子刻画好的,是那样的标准。即使有变动,也是像流水一样看不出任何破绽,自然天成。从我的头顶上飞过去时,它们还发出一声声轻微的哨声。那种哨声我也说不出是什么样子的音乐,但是它们给我的感觉,就好像是一声声最为深情 The destination is the color of the flock of birds Looking up at the sky, I once again saw the birds flying in the sky. They fly lightly toward the same place on the sky above my head, maintaining the speed, formations, as if they were portrayed by a ruler, as the standard. Even if there is change, but also like water can not see any flaws, natural heaven. They also made a slight whistle when they flew over my head. I can not tell the kind of whistle that kind of music, but they give me the feeling, it seems to be the most deep affection