小的时候,总是觉得只有洁白无瑕的鸽子才叫作鸽子。小区里有个巨大的鸽笼,我的目光总会停留在白鸽子的身上——灰色的鸽子,黯沉、压抑,不值一提。然而后来,我发现灰鸽子与白鸽子有着同样的一种气息,一种静谧的气息。上课的时候,向窗外看去,总是有那么三两只鸽子立足于房顶栏杆上,一动不动地望着同一个地方,安静得似乎连胸膛都不曾起伏一下。 When I was young, I always felt that only white pigeons were called pigeons. There is a huge pigeon cage in the community. My eyes always stay on the body of the white pigeons. The gray pigeons are sober and depressing. It is not worth mentioning. However, later I discovered that the gray pigeon had the same kind of breath as the white pigeon, a quiet atmosphere. In class, looking out of the window, there are always three or two pigeons standing on the roof railings, motionless looking at the same place, and it seems that even the chest does not seem to ups and downs.