Tree, bird

There is a lush green tree in the garden of the flower koi. There is a dexterous bird on the big branch. They are a good friend who depends on each other.

Under the screaming wind, the little bird hid in the lush green leaves of the big tree, enjoying care and care, and the bird would return this benevolent friend with a song. Every morning, accompanied by flowers and fragrant birds standing in the treetops, the morning dew sparkles with the dawn of the sun. The little bird cleared the singer and sang a beautiful song. It's like a note jumping in the colorful clouds. The big tree listened quietly on the side. The days passed, and the cold winter of the North came. The wind roared ragingly, and the bird was still reluctant. Eventually the bird left, it had to fly to the borderless country.

When I left, the little bird still fell in love with the big tree and said: "Next year, I will definitely come back to sing for you, waiting for me, oh..." The bird went to the south with tears, but soon spring came again. The bird excitedly accelerated the wings of his home, but its friend, the tree. No more. Only the lonely tree roots are left. The bird cried and asked, "Where is my good friend tree?"

The roots have not been answered for a long time, and the ethereal silence is silent. The birds know that the trees must have been cut down to the factory. So it flew its wings and flew to the factory. The bird heard the sound of the "shasha" saw. It fell on the door of the factory and asked the door: "Mr. Gate, where is my good friend? Please tell me!" The door said heavily: "The big tree was cut into matches by the machine. I have seen a little girl buy a bag." So the bird flew to the little girl's house and eagerly asked: "Will the little girl tell me where the match is going?" The bird's eyes are squeaky,眨巴, the little girl replied: "The match has been used up, only the ignited oil lamp, and the fire is burning." The bird looked at the flames on the oil lamp and looked at it silently.

The bird shook its wings and sang the song that was sung last year. The lights didn’t sound like a gust of wind. Waiting for the bird to sing, and silently for a long time, then a tear, flew away, and flew away. I know that its heart is crying, I think that the heart must be connected with friendship. I did not expect to be a friend to give it the best gift. But that logging factory...oh! Sadly, there is no expectation next time. At least I bless them.