一出了香草山公墓大门,我听到几声奇怪的鸟叫从头上滑过,像一块平圆的瓦片在平静的水面上铲起一串水花,啪,啪,啪,啪啪,接着咚一声沉到水底。抬起头来,只见天空碧蓝,除了看不见的风,什么也没有,没有鸟,也没有鸟的喊叫。低下头,奇怪的声音再次响起。我问顾红桃,什么鸟在叫?她偏起脑袋认真听了几秒钟,干燥的声音从没有活力的嘴唇上一个字一个字 A vanilla hill cemetery door, I heard a few strange bird called over his head, like a flat round tiles shoveling a string of water on the calm water, pops, pops, pops, pops, then Thud sank to the bottom. Looking up, I saw the sky blue, in addition to invisible wind, nothing, no birds, no birds shouting. Head down, strange sound sounded again. I asked Hutchison, what is the bird called? She listened and listened carefully for a few seconds, the sound of dry mouth from a word on the vitality of a word