一今天很特殊,傍晚的公路边人声嘈杂,不像往日那么宁静。他稳稳当当地坐在电线杆的顶端,就像对面电线上的那只血鸟一样悠闲。电线杆顶端的截面不过碗口那么粗,但他却坐得比沙发还要舒服。这应该是他一生都未曾经历过的轻松时刻,不但肚子不再胀疼了,而且浑身还轻飘飘的,说不出的惬意。隔着十几米宽的公路,那只血鸟用一双阴鸷的红眼睛盯着他。这是一只罕见的大鸟,长着一张人脸,浑身的羽毛像血一样妖艳,有鹰隼一样 One today is very special, noisy side of the road in the evening, unlike the past so quiet. He sat firmly on top of the pole, just as relaxed as the blood-type bird on the opposite wire. The tip of the pole was not as thick as the bowl, but he was more comfortable than the sofa. This should be an easy time he never experienced, not only the stomach no longer hurt pain, but also still floating, unspeakable. Across ten meters wide road, that blood-stained bird with a pair of dark red eyes staring at him. This is a rare bird, with a face, covered with feathers as flirtatious as blood, with falcon