把车停在树下,常有鸟粪和落叶来光顾。人所知鸟儿并非有心而为,落叶亦非是自作多情地来投怀送抱,只是某个时间、某个地点,以及某种选择促成了一场场偶然。我知道鸟粪的背后有四处而去的觅食,有自由的飞翔,有安闲自得的休憩。然而我向来嫌恶鸟粪黑白交杂的装扮艺术,年少时便因此捅下过老房子屋檐下的燕巢。看着一片片泥块在地上摔得粉碎,骤然间获得一种胜利者的快感。而雏燕那粉红柔嫩的躯体不由自主地抽搐着,小黄嘴中间或挤出的悲 Parked under the tree, often guano and leaves to patronize. People know that birds are not as sweet as heart-shaped leaves, nor do they fall in love with themselves, only some time, some place, and some kind of choice has contributed to a chance. I know there are foraging around guano, free fly, rest comfortable. However, I have always been disgusted with guano black and white dress art, when young so poke the nest under the eaves of the old house. Watching piece of mud fall on the ground smash, suddenly won a winner’s pleasure. And Chu Yan that pink body involuntarily convulsions, small yellow mouth in the middle or out of the tragedy