飞翔是在春天唯一的梦想。长出绮丽的巨大翅膀,白色羽毛也那么蓬松柔软,拍一下。身子就轻了。我想到的就是要与天空中的云朵为伍,绕着太阳一圈一圈,俯视地球,如同俯视低速的飞机,连飞机都是白色的。我慢下来,稳稳当当停在了机舱上。好似一个鸟人。 Flying is the only dream in spring. With its splendid wings, the white feathers are also fluffy and soft. The body is light. What I think of is to be in touch with the clouds in the sky, circle around the sun, and look down at the earth, as if looking at low-speed aircraft. Even the planes are white. I slowed down and stayed firm in the cabin. It’s like a bird man.