天色忽而向晚,晚霞灿烂辉煌,火烧云翻腾奔涌,漫天匝地的嫣红姹紫;白鸽们扑棱扑棱从红墙后飞起,盘旋几周后,又不约而同地落在屋檐上,一排小小的黑影岿然不动,以飞檐上神兽的姿态俯瞰天下苍生。此情此景,不由让人感慨,甚至连“更美好的未来”一类的祈语都黯然失色。 The sky suddenly and late, glorious sunset glow, clouds cresting surging fire, sky sweeping crimson; white pigeons flap flutter from the red wall after the fly, circling a few weeks later, they invariably fall on the eaves, a row of small Shadow unobtrusive, to the cornices on the cornices overlooking the world’s common man. In this scene, we can not help feeling that even the prayer of “a better future” has eclipsed.