大暑:你不是我窗外鸟鸣、虫鸣声不绝于耳,聒噪的世界不懂人间的清愁。一只鸟飞到我的屋檐下,专注捡拾可食用的东西。有只弹弓对准了旁若无人的它,危险就在身边,而它毫无察觉。正所谓“鸟为食亡”。我在一片三角地带徘徊,厚的城墙,厚的人心,最厚的颜面。我走近你身边。我走不进你心里。 Great summer: you are not my birds outside the window, insects soundless, noisy world do not understand the world of Qing Qing. A bird flew under my roof, focused on picking up edible things. There is only a slingshot aimed at its unmanned it, the danger is around, and it is unaware of. The so-called “Bird for food and death ”. I am wandering in a triangle, thick walls, thick hearts, the thickest face. I am close to you. I can not walk into your heart