The bird called

"Hengyuanxiang literary star" Chinese middle school students essay contest "new curriculum standard · new knowledge cup" Shanghai essay essay preliminary title number 7 title bird called the bird called the window, the little bird still tirelessly screamed, day after day Day, year after year, the screaming voice, I don’t know, how long will it last, but will she still hear it?
——The world outside the inscription is being warmly dressed by the spring girl. There is a warm atmosphere between the heavens and the earth. Everything is bright, jumping... and her world is closed without any sunshine. She alone collects pain and sorrow. The doctor said that she spent most of this winter. Her heart was covered with painful wounds. She knew that she would not belong to the world soon after, and she knew that she could only accept the judgment of the god of fate. She needs the warm air outside the window, so let me open this window of hope for her...
Instantly, a brilliant flower bloomed quietly in her heart. Her godless scorpion suddenly changed into a watery spirit, and her body was involuntarily brought to the window, with a curious and surprised look at everything outside the window. Ah, the sun can be so dazzling; the flowers can be so delicate and fragrant; the sound of the wind can be so crisp and ethereal... However, after a while, her heart has risen a little sadness. Because, the beautiful scenery, not long after, will not belong to her again! It seems to be helpless, she just blinked her eyes, but now it has faded.
However, it is unexpected that on the wooden fence of the window sill, a small and fascinating figure leaps out. She looked at it incredibly, ah, it turned out to be a bird! Not that she had slowed her heart, and even more unexpectedly, the smart bird seemed to be not afraid of her, and she jumped into the window frame! At this point, her lip, which had been stiff for a long time, actually raised a touch of faint smile. She was interested in determining the incredible bird that was close to her. Obviously, her smile became deeper and deeper.
This should be a very human bird, the strange thing does not mean to fly away from here, but it is... screaming! This penetrated the thick voice, filled the air, infecting the atmosphere around him. Ah, the air is a taste of hope, sweet and sweet. The pleasing sound waves are like a molecule that relieves the release, slowly breaking into every corner of her body...
She, without any concern, smiled very comfortably. She smiled like a very angel, a pure and peaceful angel. At the same time, she smiled safely and closed her eyes, and closed forever.
The bird on the window frame is still singing to her, but it is not happy or sad.
The bird is called again, but she can’t hear it anymore...
Zhang Yuying

The bird called

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