phoenix

The tip of the toe is on the surface of the lake. I stand proudly, and my discerning eyes glance at myself in the water.

A pair of glamorous eyes, a small head, a fiery crown like a light on my head. The slender neck, slightly raised back and wings with moiré. The tall body moves on the water, and a dazzling fishtail appears to appear out of thin air, leaving a few light and shadow in the air to dissipate.

Yes, I am a phoenix.

I have been sleeping in this water for 9999 years. The 9 phoenix trees I planted in the past have now grown into a thousand-year-old tree. I was bored on several trees, lying in the branches and watching the world. In 9999, Bohai became a mulberry field. I waited for 9 thousand sycamores. I waited until the dew in the bamboo became a lake. But the peace and prosperity, I have not been able to wait. I have eternal life that people are envious of, but who knows how boring this eternal life is. I have lived in the mountains for too long, but the life outside has changed. Despite this change, the Ming Jun, the prosperous world, still did not appear?

I can't stand the loneliness, I turned into a mortal, farming in the world. Listen to the white-and-white comments of the current state reserve, and with a pair of youthful skin bags watching them gradually die. I wandered around the world and came to the foot of the capital several times. I wish this is a generation of Ming Lord. If he is, I will serve around. If he is not, I would rather sleep for thousands of years. Unfortunately, the answer has been negative.

I went back to the woods, boring through the forest, watching the little birds pay for everything, including life. Look at the swallowtail butterfly to fight the fire vigorously; watch the swan dance gracefully; watch the slinky body of the thorn bird madly hit the vicious branch. This kind of enthusiasm for all, when can I have it.

Finally, I am waiting.

Tang Taizong rounded out his own dreams, rounded off the people's dreams, and rounded out the country's dreams for generations to come. It also rounded out the dreams I thought for thousands of years. I shouted excitedly and wanted to call all the birds to celebrate together, but I couldn't make a sound. The silence of the millennium, my throat has no function of talking, and looked down at the feathers on the wings. The colorful, shining feathers are now dimming the color. The flame-like fishtail, or the fish-tailed flame, could not be called again.

I cry! Tears evaporate a second before the eyelids.

My name is! The screams are either whispering in the throat.

In the days of collapse, how can I have the virtue of a king of birds? I suddenly remembered the old legend: the fire was born again!

I left the branches of the phoenix tree that I lived every day, and then relentlessly folded the branches of the millennium. Never thought about it - if it fails, where should I go.

A big fire. I plunged into the fire, like the swallowtail butterfly I saw, and it was like a thorn bird that I saw, and I sang decisively like the elegant dance of the swan I saw. I danced in the fire and endured severe pain. Feeling the power in the body, I still dance, the sky is dyed a bright red. At the end of the dance, I lie on the branches of the phoenix that have been burnt to the ashes, and gently squint at the eyes, just like before, just more peace of mind and satisfaction.

The next day, the birds rushed to the phoenix and the phoenix to the sun.

A hundred birds sing.

Wenzhou Wenzhou Second Foreign Language School, Wenzhou, Zhejiang, China