总是羡慕雄鹰翱翔,一腔豪迈划破长空,一双翅膀飞过万水千山;也羡慕云雀盘旋,忽而跃上枝桠,低声细语,忽而穿过流云,隐没了身影;还有那白色的水鸟,伏低身子轻掠过蔚蓝海面,游弋在遥远的天的彼端。我想,飞翔始终是人类深切期盼却无法实现的梦想。即使现在飞机普及,我们也只能坐在笨重的机械里,隔着小小的窗看外面的世界,听不见风的轻声呢喃,感受不到云轻抚过脸,始终有那么一丝遗憾。 Always admired the eagle soar, a cavity boldly cut through the sky, a pair of wings flying over a thousand miles; also admired the Skylark circled, and suddenly jumped on the branches, whispering, suddenly through the clouds, hidden figure; there is white Waterfowl, volt low light over the blue sea, cruising in the distant days of the other side. I think flying is always the dream that human beings can not expect to realize. Even now the popularity of the aircraft, we can only sit in the heavy machinery, across the window to see the outside world, the wind can not hear the whisper, feel the cloud caress, there is always a trace of regret.