接囡囡回家

  

 

     放學,打開迎向陽光的窗簾,放進清新的空氣,輕輕的秋風，還有鳥聲與翳的轉翅，衝擊天空的蔚蘭，引進口哨的旋律。

 

    想著那條小街，有我去度假的囡囡，那一雙明澈的眼眸，是否還記得我們在一起的日子。

 

 

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.