广场上的鸽子自在地飞翔,它们从容优雅地啄食游人抛下的食物。碧蓝的天空,洁白的羽毛,喷泉旁一个孩子的身形引起了我的注意。那是一个男孩,七八岁的样子,他仿佛在等待着什么。这给我一种奇妙的感觉。鸽子,男孩,飞溅的水珠,还有那扑闪的白色的翅膀,忽然在我限前幻化成一幅奇妙的图景。无忧无虑的鸽子,无须为着等待食物而烦恼。而那个男孩,忧郁而略显张皇的神情,分明是在等待。然而他在等什么? The pigeons in the square fly freely, and they graciously feed the food left by the visitors. The blue sky, white feathers, and the shape of a child next to the fountain caught my attention. It was a boy, seven or eight years old. He seemed to be waiting for something. This gives me a wonderful feeling. Pigeons, boys, splashing drops of water, and the fluttering white wings, suddenly turned into a wonderful picture before my limit. Carefree pigeons do not have to worry about waiting for food. And the boy, melancholy and slightly Zhang Zhang’s look, is clearly waiting. But what is he waiting for?