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那些留在我记忆里的叽喳的小嘴,黑曜石般的眸子和微微撅起的尾翼;而它们在一座座屋檐下不知所措寻找的身影,和渐黑的夜色中凄厉的悲啼却嵌在我心底。不知从何时起,楼前屋檐下多了一个燕窝,一只燕子每日里叽叽喳喳,让这死板的、水泥钢筋的森林也多了些情趣。像是一觉醒来,头顶赫然多了一位新邻居,让人不由得想起童话里无数个充满惊喜与憧憬的开头。又是一天,燕窝里突然多了一只小脑袋,称不上是毛茸茸,甚至还有些秃,眼睛半睁半闭,小嘴淡黄,似乎还带着水汽。它怯生生地把脑袋搭在窝边
Those who stay in my memory twitter mouth, obsidian-like eye and slightly raised tail; and they do not know what to look for under the eaves of a figure, and the dark night of the mournful grief but embedded In my heart I do not know since when, in front of the eaves more than a bird’s nest, a swallow every day twitter, so this rigid, reinforced concrete forest also more fun. Like a wake up, impressively head more than a new neighbor, people can not help but think of countless fairy tale full of surprises and vision of the beginning. Another day, a small bird’s nest suddenly a small head, can not be described as furry, and even some bald, half-closed eyes, mouth yellowish, it seems with water vapor. It timidly put his head on the nest