循着青瓦白墙的路,听着枝头和声细语的鸟鸣,徒步东西,印象中的小镇该是如此的祥和:蓝天,阳光底下鸟语花香,还有追着蝴蝶疯跑的我……公园的海棠树下有个小男孩,草丛中捡起一根银灰的羽毛,扯着妈妈的衣角问:妈妈,这是什么东西?妈妈想从蓝天中给孩子找个答案,可是白云底下连鸟儿的影子也没有,只能任凭孩子自言自语:我怎么没见过呢? Follow the blue-white walls of the road, listen to the whisper of the birds singing, and walk on things, the impression of the town should be so peaceful: the blue sky, the flowers under the sun, and chasing the butterflies running away I ... There is a little boy under the tree in the park, a silver gray feather is picked up in the grass, and his mother’s clothing corner is inquired. Mum, what is it? Mom wants to find an answer from the blue sky, but the white cloud There are no shadows of the birds at the bottom. Let the children talk to themselves: How have I not seen them?