天空不曾留下鸟的痕迹,但我已经飞过。——题记鸽子一个影子掠过窗前。是一个错觉,我误以为老鹰在觅食,要啄食我疲劳的眼。我稍作轻揉,也算是多情的自我保护,定睛一看,是鸽子!白黑相间,比翼双飞,划出优美的抛物线。错觉也是美丽的。计算精确!两只鸽子按自己的心思选择降落。红瓦顶是精美的衬托:黑的,黑珍珠模样;白的,仿佛盛开的白玉兰;都有着玉一般的温润,油一般的光泽,玲珑得 The sky has not left traces of the bird, but I have flown. - Inscription pigeons a shadow across the window. It was an illusion that I mistakenly thought that the eagle was feeding and pecking at my tired eyes. I gently rub, can be regarded as passionate self-protection, take a closer look, is a pigeon! White and black, fly together, draw a beautiful parabola. The illusion is also beautiful. Accurately calculated! Two pigeons choose to land according to their own mind. Red tile roof is beautiful background: black, black pearl look; white, as if in full bloom Magnolia; have a jade general moist, oil-like luster, exquisite