夏天,行走在公园的小湖畔,已是傍晚时分了,暑气可未曾消退半分,浑身黏糊糊的。城市的喧嚣也覆盖在了公园的上空,视觉灰蒙蒙的。有一只棕黑色的老鹰在顶上顺风翱翔。我看不清它发光的眸子,看不清它钢钩似的喙子,也看不清它胜于利刃的双爪,但不妨碍我幻想“雄姿勃发”下的一些小细节。慢慢,怎么飞不远呢?还时不时来一个小盘旋,似乎很吃力哟。“呀哈!”我不自觉地拍了一下额头。两翼好像一直不曾煽动呢。是有人在做牵引,原来这只是一只风筝啊。我一直认为放风筝是年轻人的活动,而到了 Summer, walking in the park of the small lake, it is late afternoon, and summer heat has not subsided half, covered in slimy. The hustle and bustle of the city is also covered in the park over the visual gray. There was a brown-eagle soaring downwind on top. I can not see its gleaming eyes, its steel-beak-like beak, its double-claws which are better than the sharp edges, but it does not hinder my fantasy “vigorous ” some small details. Slowly, how to fly it? Also from time to time to a small hover, it seems very difficult yo. “Ah ha!” I did not consciously took a forehead. It seems that wings have not incited it. Someone is doing traction, it turned out to be just a kite. I always thought that flying a kite is a young person’s activity and that’s it