每一棵树干上,也都会有一只金蝉蜕变后的壳,孤零零地在风里挂着,怀念那个不知道飞向何处去的身体。在乡下,是做一只飞鸟好呢,还是一只蚂蚁好呢,想想,似乎做什么都是好的吧。在苍茫辽阔的大地上,总是有充足的食物,为它们备着。至于与它们朝夕相伴的人类,在为生计奔忙,还是为子女烦恼,抑或为鸡毛蒜皮的小事争斗,跟它们又有什么关系呢?麻雀乡下人除了小孩子,很少会有人打麻雀的主意。它们实在是太普通了,普通到就像随处可见的野草,除非是人蹲在屋檐下,太寂寞了,才会听到它们在庭院里的声响, Each trunk, there will be a metamorphosis of the shell, alone in the wind hung, miss that do not know where to go to the body. Is it good to be a bird in the country or an ant? Think about it. It seems good to do whatever it takes. There is always plenty of food on the vast expanse of land, prepared for them. What about the human beings that accompany them day and night, bustling for their livelihoods, or worrying about their children, or trivial matters? There are few sparrows who are sparrows, except for their children. They are so common that common to weeds everywhere, unless they are squatting under the eaves, so lonely, they will hear their voice in the courtyard,