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我叫拜斯,本来只是巴黎战神广场上一只最最普通的鸽子。每天早晨,睁开眼睛,高大镂空的埃菲尔铁塔仿佛打着高光映入我的瞳孔。身边的莱尔总是还沉沉地睡着,我抖抖翅膀,轻轻触碰她。看她在阳光的抚摸下眨眨眼醒来的样子,瞳孔里倒映着我的影子,这是我每天最享受的时光,也是后来我再也找不回的珍贵快乐。那时候我还只有三四岁,住在美丽的塞纳河畔,和我亲爱的妻子莱尔,一起过着无忧无虑的生活。我们和朋友们一起在广场上盘旋,高高低
My name is Bais, originally just the most common pigeon on the Champ de Mars. Every morning, opened his eyes, tall and hollow of the Eiffel Tower as if the name of high light reflected into my pupil. Lyle around always fall asleep, I shake my wings, gently touch her. Look at her winking wink under the touch of the sun look, the pupil reflects my shadow, which is my most enjoyable time every day, but also later I can not find the precious happiness. At that time I was only three or four years old, living in the beautiful Seine, and my dear wife Lyle, living a carefree life together. We hover around the square with our friends, high and low