在校园的榕树下,我在和一个单亲孩子谈心。一只燕子落在我的肩头,热乎乎的,温暖着我的肩膀。我把它捧在手心,一会儿它慢慢试着飞起来了,在我头上盘旋。可是它试飞几次都落了下来,孤独无助地看着我,翅膀拍打着,在我身边盘旋,燕子爸爸、燕子妈妈围着小燕子转圈儿。小燕子 Under the banyan tree on campus, I was talking to a single child. A swallow fell on my shoulder, warm, warm my shoulder. I held it in my palm, and for a while it slowly tried to fly, hovering over my head. But it took a few times to test it all down, looked helplessly at me, flapping wings, hovering around me, swallow father, swallow mother around the Swallow circle. Swallow