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周一清晨,我早早地来到办公室,随手拉窗帘时,伴着“扑棱棱”一声响,一只鸟儿从窗台上倏地飞起,几个回旋之后落到对面的房顶上。我们相距大约十来米,我看清楚了这只鸟的样子:它身形酷似鸽子,一身灰褐色的羽毛,背颈上环着一条黑底白点的羽带,宛若女子系着的纱巾,亮丽而惹眼。我蓦地一愣——这不是记忆中的斑鸠么?这只斑鸠衔着一缕干草,瞪着眼睛,警惕地环顾四周。这时,我才注意到在窗台外侧的平台的一角,不知何
Early Monday morning, I came to the office early and pulled the curtains with the sound of “Puffed Ridge”. A bird flew up from the window ledge and fell to the opposite roof after a few rotations. We were about ten meters apart. I saw the bird. It looked like a pigeon, a tawny feather, with a white feather on the back of his neck, like a scarf worn by a woman , Bright and eye-catching. I stumbled a moment - this is not the memory of the dove it? The dove holding a ray of hay, staring eyes, looked around carefully. At this moment, I noticed that the corner of the platform outside the windowsill did not know