A beautiful malentendu

I love birds, or maybe more truthfully, I've always been fascinated by birds. Being in the city though, I don't get to see many birds close by except pigeons. The most commonly seen pigeons around the city, I'd say, are rock pigeons. They are all right. The way they fly is just as impeccable. But in this twisted dreamy head of mine, I sometimes feel rueful that they seem to be a bit too stocky and strong-colored for my ideal image of birds. ( to be continued)

水是悲欢离合