纽约伊萨卡小镇,一只母鹿和她的孩子站在窗前。清晨,我睁开双眼,唤醒我的,是鹿的呦鸣。就这样,我和她们,隔着窗台,彼此凝望。甚至当我伸出手指,点点小鹿的下巴时,她也一动不动,毫无敌意。那一刻,我如入仙境。我记得小鹿天真湿润的眼睛,记得她善良单纯的目光。记得那天早晨,芳草 A small deer and her child stand at the window in Ithaca, New York. In the early morning, I opened my eyes and awakened me. It was a deer's Yo Ming. In this way, I and them, staring at each other through the windowsill. Even when I stretched out my finger, little deer's chin, she was motionless, with no hostility. At that moment, I like Wonderland. I remember the deer innocent wet eyes, remember her pure eyes. I remember that morning, grass