长久以来,在我所读到的作品中,燕子无一例外是与春天联系在一起的。因为生活在北方,我喜欢盛夏过后北方平静而温和的秋天。原野上浮动着一种刚刚睡醒的婴儿般满足的气息,天空并非纯粹的蔚蓝,却异常透明,远方的地平线上升起淡淡的玫瑰色。这是北方的10月。我站在高处俯瞰这些燕子,注视着它们平滑的轻小躯体在肉眼看不到的气流中浮动,翅膀间的黑色因为过 For a long time, in the works I read, without exception, the swallows are associated with the spring. Because I live in the north, I like the calm and gentle autumn of the north after midsummer. The wilderness floats with a just asleep baby-gratified atmosphere, the sky is not pure blue, but very transparent, the distant horizon rose a touch of rose. This is the north of October. I stood aloft overlooking these swallows, watching their smooth, light body float in the air not visible to the naked eye, because of the black