我曾在极寒冷的冬日里听过一只鸟叫。什么鸟,不知道。只是那极突兀的叫声像冰雕一样刺进我的心脏。回声在空荡的校园里飘荡,冬日的悲凄感刹那间增加了数倍。我静静地听着,感觉脑中那些缚于内心的记忆之茧被丝丝地抽剥出来。闭上眼睛,我开始在脑中极力勾勒出那些图像:先是一片空白,然后, I have heard a bird crying on a very cold winter day. What bird, do not know. Only that extremely unexpected cry pierced my heart like an ice sculpture. Echoes floating in the empty campus, the sadness of winter days increased instantly several times. I listened quietly, feeling the cocoon of mind bound in my inner memory was frivolously stripped out. Closing my eyes, I began to sketch out those images in my mind: first a blank, and then,