毕竟他还是躺在维多利亚山看云,刚才他所注视的那一群云朵,正在通过山的凹处,一朵一朵有秩序地飞进去,不知道为什么跟在最后的一朵竟离开云群有些远了,等到所有的云都通过山凹,那一朵却完全偏开了航向,往叉路绕着山头,也许是黄昏海面起风的关系吧,那云愈离愈远,向不知名的所在奔去。这是他看云极少有的现象,那最后的一朵云为何独独不肯顺着前云飞行的方向,它是在抗争什么的吧!或者它根本就仅仅是迷路的一朵云!顺风的云像是写好的一首流浪的歌曲,而迷路的那朵就像滑得太高或落得太低的一个音符,把整首稳定优美的旋律,带进一种深深 After all, he still lay in the Victoria Hill watching the clouds, just as the clouds he had been watching were flew in and out through the valleys of the hills in an orderly manner, wondering why they left the clouds far behind in the last one And wait until all the clouds have passed through the valley, the one is completely out of course, the fork around the hill, perhaps the windy evening dusk of the relationship it, the more the farther away from the cloud, to the unknown Rush to go. This is a very rare phenomenon that he looks at the clouds, why the last one alone refused to follow the direction of the former cloud flight, it is in the fight for what it! Or it simply is a lost cloud! The downwind cloud is like a stray song, and the lost one is like a note that slides too high or too low, bringing the whole steady and beautiful melody into a deep