On the road

The autumn wind blows yellow leaves, and I am at dusk with big geese. The group of fires on the horizon burned the clouds, like the yarns that the weavers used to render the sky, and covered the heavens and the earth with lightness. Suddenly, a small black dot entered my sight, and my vision narrowed from the whole sunset to the little geese. The little geese, who haven’t had a long feather, are awkwardly flapping their wings, and they are low for a while. Obviously he is still just a small geese. There is no such thing as Xiaoyan’s side. It should be mad at mom or feel too stuffy. Like me, I want to breathe out!

The overcast sunset has quietly faded away, the temperature has been significantly reduced, but I have been staring at it, the poor little geese, the heart can not help but resonate - fly, fly to anyone looking for Go where you can't, and then where to realize your dreams. The speed of Xiaoyan slowly became slow, and the geese were shaking. I don't know when, another geese appeared in my field of vision. His body is obviously much larger than the little geese, his feathers are full, his wings are strong and strong, his abdomen is light red and he should be a female goose. She is hiding in the bushes. When Xiaoyan flew, he followed the low flight. When Xiaoyan stopped, and when he was drinking water next to the creek, he suddenly recovered his wings and hid it in the jungle, looking at Xiaoyan from afar.

She should be the mother of this little goose!

The screaming screams broke the silence of the night. This is the cry of Xiaoyan, as if blaming, as if crying. I think he must have been wronged, so he escaped from home. My situation is so similar to Xiaoyan. Xiaoyan discovered the wild goose mother! Hey - that is the cry from the mother. That is kind of helplessness, it is the helplessness of the mother. He must have wanted his children to grow up on their own and walk on a flat road. The sharp cry lasted only a moment and then it was silent. Mother Goose turned and quickly opened her wings, flew to the distance, and raised the yellow sand of the sky. The light of the setting sun has disappeared and sank into the sea like the heart of the wild goose mother.

Xiaoyan stopped at the edge of the stream for a while and fluttered a little bit forward. But this time he flies very slowly and slowly, very low and low. He should be thinking: Should I go back? He sang a song between the grass, and the moonlight sprinkled on the bohemian young man. The dark shadow passed over the moon, climbed the clouds, and disappeared into the night. I guess he must have gone home, and I should leave. I walked along the road for a while, and suddenly, along with the thunder of the sky, the voice screamed, and the screaming of Xiaoyan became older and weaker. Xiaoyan fell from the sky like a fallen meteor. I ran towards Xiaoyan.

quack--

It was the mother of the wild goose. He passed over my head and rushed to his child. The geese mother gave him a tight title and fell into the bushes with Xiaoyan. I ran over. I saw Xiaoyan lying on the side of the female geese, squatting low. The geese mother finally opened her eyes, and the geese cheerfully went up and down again, and her mother was tightly embraced in her arms. They used each other to sort out each other's feathers and squinted their eyes. Xiaoyan leaned on the back of the geese's mother and walked away from the distance.

The rivers and the mountains in the mountains are like the roads we are going on, and there are always people on the way.

Longgang Middle School, Longgang District, Shenzhen, Guangdong, China