the tantivy of wild pigeons, flying by two and three athwart my view, or perching restless on the white pine boughs behind my house, gives a voice to the air
六月|傍晚,山的声山核桃林蜿蜒舒伸 向着天际,又像对澄湖流盼 三两野鸽斜穿掠过 对空鸣叫,似将不安弥漫 再远处定有雷声赶来,至少伴着 松外袭人花气,晚凉付与远空 六月的风极难吹落树叶 只掺进空...