多少次,我凝神远望,寻找飞鸟的痕迹。多少次,我面对蓝天幻想,希望那长长的彩虹,一直延伸到我身边。也许,我就是生活中的一只小小鸟,羽翼未丰,总是在巢里,面对天空幻想。我幻想着未来的某时,搏击长空的是我,纵横风云的是 How many times, I stare and look for traces of birds. How many times, I face the blue sky fantasy, I hope that the long rainbow, has been extended to me. Maybe, I was a small bird in my life. I was always in the nest and faced the sky. I imagine that sometime in the future, it is me that fights against the sky.