一片灰白的羽毛,从遥远而未知的天际飘来,在城市上空忽悠地飘荡,它飘过屋顶,越过树梢,穿过街道,缓慢地掠过汽车表面,最后轻轻落在正坐在巴士停靠站候车椅上的男子弗雷斯·甘的脚下。他小心地捡起那片羽毛,仔细看了一会,打开手边的箱子,拿出一个本子,将羽毛夹在里面。送儿子上了校车之后,阿甘坐在一截树桩上,面色凝重,陷入沉思。镜头 A gray feather, drifting from a distant, unknown sky, flickering over the city, drifting across the roof, across the treetops, across the street, slowly over the car’s surface, and finally falling gently over the bus At the foot of the waiting man on the waiting chair, Frey Gan. He carefully picked up the piece of feather, looked carefully for a while, open the box at hand, took out a book, the feathers caught in it. After sending his son to the school bus, Agam sat on a tree stump, looking dignified and thoughtful. Lens