夕阳一点点在下沉,风轻轻地吹起。我坐在一架废弃已久的巴-1号小飞船的后尾架上,云彩从身边静静地飘过。很多巴星人飞在天上采摘最纯美的晚霞,拼成各种各样的图画,而我只能孤独地坐在这里观望。我不能飞,我和所有的巴星人都不一样。巴见耳是一个很奇怪的人,不太爱和别 The sun sets a little while sinking, the wind blowing gently. I sat on the rear shelf of an abandoned Pakistan-1 small spacecraft and the clouds drifted quietly from beside me. Many Pakistani people flying in the sky picking the most beautiful sunset, spell into a variety of pictures, and I can only sit here and wait and see. I can not fly, I am different from all Basha people. It is a very weird person, not love and do not