接囡囡回家

  

 

     放学,打开迎向阳光的窗帘,放进清新的空气,轻轻的秋风，还有鸟声与翳的转翅，冲击天空的蔚兰，引进口哨的旋律。

 

    想着那条小街，有我去度假的囡囡，那一双明澈的眼眸，是否还记得我们在一起的日子。

 

 

Leaning into the late afternoon after the course, I open the curtain smiling at the sunshine, sending in the fresh air and tender autumn breath. And the songs of birds, a wave of echoes answers the whistle that blows in. The rolling wings dash in the blue sky.

 

A cluster of recalling drifts to the alley where my kitten is on her holiday. Once reached, the rolling thoughts stretch spontaneously the liquid eyes she endows, wondering whether she could remember the old days in our life together.