飞鸟不惊清晨太阳从东郊升起,密集的高楼像围了一条红纱巾。城市拥堵的时光里,广场旁的小树林,一群鸟儿围在一起聚餐。小小的画面,让人怦然心动。它们把我当成了一棵会走路的树,不避让,也不飞离。20世纪初,俄罗斯作家普里什文为了能找到一个鸟儿不惊的地方,远离祖国理性生活的中心,从彼得堡来到了北方的波韦涅茨,那里是“整个世界的边沿。”在原始的奥波涅茨森林里,在细水微光中,他使用自己的时间,让自己的足迹遍布无限广阔的空间,按照自己的心灵写下了大量旅行笔 Birds do not panic morning sun rising from the eastern suburbs, crowded high-rise like a scarf around the red. City congestion time, the square next to the grove, surrounded by a group of birds dinner. Small picture, people suddenly heart. They regarded me as a tree that would walk, without evasion or flight. In the early 20th century, Prihican, a Russian writer, came to Povenets in the north from Peterborough in order to find a place out of the bird and away from the center of the rational life of the motherland, where “the whole world is at the edge.” In the pristine Oponets forest, he used his own time in the gleam of water, so that his footprints all over the vast expanse of space, in accordance with his mind wrote a large number of travel pen