我深深地屏住呼吸,压抑着心跳的速度。但我无法压抑心跳的分贝,恐怕那激烈的鸣鼓般的声音,跟随手中相机镜头的方向一路跑出去,惊动了小水洼里那些悠闲自在的精灵。那些,应该准确地称作六只。三只泊在前几天刚刚退水的黄泥滩上,舒缓地踱步;三只,在与泥滩相接的浅水中,亮翅,引颈,轻舞。仲夏的上午,阳光含含糊糊的,却蛮有热 I hold my breath deeply, depressing the heart rate. But I can not suppress the decibel of the heartbeat, I am afraid that fierce ringing sound, follow the direction of the camera lens ran out all the way, alerted the ease and ease of those small water wizard. Those should be accurately called six. Three berthing paced gently on the yellow muddy beach just receding a few days ago; three, in the shallow water that meets the mudflats, lighted their wings, lifted their neck and danced lightly. Midsummer’s morning, the sun contains vague, but quite hot