前面是窗,左面是门,右面是墙,我在第四面。我看不到我。我可能是一扇窗,也可能是一扇门,更有可能是一面墙。一扇窗的开或是关,全在我自己。从前,我的那扇窗是开着的,我喜欢站在自己的窗前看外面的世界和风景。外面的世界,一条绵延细长的道路,被两排碧绿的浓阴夹在当间,一些鸟儿,它们无声地栖在树叶间,它们轻轻地飞,你到我的这一片叶子上,我到你的那一片,它们用飞翔说话,飞翔是不言不语。 The front is the window, the left is the door, the right is the wall, I am on the fourth side. I can not see me. I may be a window, it may be a door, more likely a wall. A window open or closed, all in my own. Once upon a time, my window was open and I loved standing outside my own window and watching the outside world and the landscape. The outer world, a long, slender path, was clutched with two rows of dark greens, some birds, silently perched among the leaves, and they flew gently, and upon one of my leaves, I’m on one of you, they fly to speak, fly is unspoken.