《断羽》一只翅膀被流弹擦过、却还在飞行的鸟。它衔着晨露的霜，掠过弹坑，穿过铁丝网，在硝烟和残垣之间，替那些已经走散的人，最后一次看这个世界。用一只鸟的眼睛，替战争里所有沉默的人，记下了他们最后的模样。如果你听到了痛，那是对的。但如果你在最后听到了风的方向，那也是对的。 A bird with one wing grazed by a stray bullet, yet still flying. It carries the frost of morning dew, skimming over craters, threading through barbed wire, amidst smoke and ruins—seeing for the last time, for those who have scattered,this world through the eyes of a bird.It records, in silence, the final faces of all who were unheard in war. If you hear the pain, you are right. But if, at last, you hear the direction of the wind—you are right too.