Wenxuan

I have a dream, dream that when the dawn, the city and the country sky is still reverberating with sleepiness, the first to wake people up is no longer the alarm clock and the rooster. But a sound of bird calls, euphemism, crisp song in the wisp, slowly across the sky. In turn, the city is bustling and the countryside is curling up with smoke.

In my mind, what is a bird? Sometimes it was visible, sometimes it was faint; Sometimes it's heart-wrenching, sometimes it's pathetic. It was Cao Wenxuan's description of a bird about to spread its wings and fly south. It is what Jimmy said, "Fish are not birds, how can they know the happiness of birds?" It is the bird that Plato sighed, who has never had the courage to fly over the sea. It is Sanmao's lifelong mantra: If there is a next life, to be a bird, fly over eternity, no lost distress. There are also countless fossils of Sinosauropteryx that have fascinated paleontologists, with clear traces of feathers left on the fossils. Many scholars believe that the birds we see now are one of the evolution of dinosaurs, then dinosaurs are not extinct, which also aroused my infinite reverie of birds. Once they dominated the earth, male data, and with a very strong life in that disaster, survived, evolved to the bird family we now see.In the blink of an eye, I came to a group of factories, gray and foul air covered the sky. Countless elves fell out of the sky and fell asleep on the side of the road.

Just as I, with open arms, want to welcome our ancient good friends, suddenly, "bang" "bang" "bang" the sound of deafening. The birds in flight, from their chests, or wings, or legs, emitted a flush of crimson. I panicked, totally panicked, I was dumbfounded, I didn't know what to do. A huge net indirectly caught their weak bodies at the moment when they were about to fall, he caught their bodies, but he could not net the flowing blood.

In the blink of an eye, I came to a group of factories, gray and foul air covered the sky. Countless elves fell out of the sky and fell asleep on the side of the road.

The wind carried me to a great wood, where there were nests in every tree, and in the nests there were birds singing, loud, sweet, and pleasant. I closed my eyes in ecstasy and leaned against a big tree to listen quietly to the sound of nature.

Suddenly, a very noisy "rumble" sound mixed in, I have not reacted, the birds all panicked and flew away, the tree fell, the birds' homes were carried away together. There was nothing I could do. I woke up in shock, hoping it was really just a bad dream!

It was the day of the bird Festival again. I lifted my head heavily. The weather was fine. I saw a bird in each child's hand, held high above his head. I seem to have seen flocks of birds flying over my head, their sweet and sweet song ringing through the blue sky...

I have a dream, dream that when the dawn, the city and the country sky is still reverberating with sleepiness, the first to wake people up is no longer the alarm clock and the rooster. But a sound of bird calls, euphemism, crisp song in the wisp, slowly across the sky. In turn, the city is bustling and the countryside is curling up with smoke.