天空是一张无言的画布，飞机与飞鸟在上面划出各自的线。

线相映，亦相随，在某一刻交汇成一幅安静的水墨画。

在无尽的白云下，相似的波澜轻轻点头致意，一种缘来相逢的自在感留在了画布上。

The sky is a wordless canvas. Across it, airplanes and birds draw their separate lines.

The lines reflect one another, then travel side by side, meeting for one instant in a quiet ink-wash painting.

Beneath the endless white clouds, kindred ripples incline gently toward each other in greeting, leaving upon the canvas the ease of a meeting brought by affinity.