窗外的天时而湛蓝时而暗灰,许多乌把自己黑色的影子码在上面,像大段大段的诗。天空拥抱着这城、这世界,以一种恒古的姿势。鸟群来了又走,人群聚了又散,天仍是天,未曾改变。我们的梦想在天幕里扑啦啦飞成一片。我喜欢在自家的窗里看天。捧着一杯水,摊一卷书,对着窗外半片云发呆, Out of the window the sky sometimes dark gray, many of them put their own black shadow code above, like a large section of the poem. The sky embraces the city, the world, in a constant posture. When the birds come and go, the crowds gather again and again. The sky is still heaven and has not changed. Our dreams fly in the canopy. I like to see the sky in my window. Holding a glass of water, sharing a book, facing the clouds half daze clouds,