从马家5楼公寓客厅大窗,可以望到一大片的天空。雅文这个时候正从玻璃窗格后面望出去,看见一只鸟独个儿低飞,掠过窗前,然后加快拍动双翅,冲上云霄。她瞪着眼睛,想在小鸟飞出视线以外之前看清最后一眼。“孩子就好比小鸟,”她叹口气说:“他们不喜欢给人家困在笼子里。”这个比喻使她想起了一个故事。故事的主人公有一只长尾鹦鹉,名叫费加罗。他习惯让它走 From the fifth floor of Ma apartment apartment living room windows, you can see a large sky. Arwen was looking out from behind the glass pane this time, saw a bird flying alone, passing through the window, and then speeding up its wings and into the sky. She stared, trying to see the last thing before the bird flew out of sight. “The child is like a bird,” she sighed. “They do not like to keep people trapped in cages.” The metaphor reminded her of a story. The story’s hero has a parakeet, called Figaro. He used to let it go