医学是糖,甜到忧伤。北京,一场新雨过后,天空蓝得不像北京,空气里弥散着一抹甜味。两三只麻雀叽叽喳喳地在窗前飞过,不多久,其中的一只折了回来,她停歇在窗台,整理着羽毛,不起眼的灰黄颜色,映衬着翅膀上黑色的折痕,它把头钻到翅膀下的时候,露出腹部的雪白。曾经的四害之一,如今在城市里越来越稀罕了。物竞天择,适者生存,然而在人类纪元,人的 Medicine is sugar, sweet to sad. BEIJING, After a new rain, the sky is blue unlike Beijing, with a sweet touch of sweetness in the air. Twenty-three sparrows twittering in front of the window flew, and soon after, one of them folded back, she stopped at the windowsill, finishing feathers, humble gray color, against the black creases on the wings, it’s head Drilled under the wings, exposing the belly white. One of the four victims of the past, now more and more rare in the city. Natural selection, survival of the fittest, however, in the human era, human