墙，听起来是那么的熟悉，但有时又似乎模糊起来了。墙，犹如战士手中的矛，坚固。墙，一座渴望之墙。墙里面是鲜花，是温暖，是春天。儿时，我不知道墙外到底是什么样的世界，但我渴望知道。每天，我总要跑到墙的旁边，用一双童真的眼睛看着它，看着墙上的小鸟，心想：它们从 The wall sounds so familiar, but it sometimes seems blurred. The wall is like a spear in a soldier’s hand, solid. Wall, a Wall of Desire. The wall is full of flowers. It is warm and spring. When I was a child, I didn’t know what the world was like out of the wall, but I was eager to know. Every day, I always run up to the wall, look at it with a pair of innocent eyes, look at the birds on the wall, and I think: they are from