Death of the bird

This matter has become a thing of the past, and sadness can't change the facts. I said to myself: "Forget it, forget this memory." So I chose to use the pen to vent the pain in my heart.

“How did you lose power?” I just came back from my self-study last night and asked while I dropped my bag. "Come on! I caught a bird for you!" I heard the father who was waving to me and ran. By candlelight, I fixed my eyes and saw that there was a bird in my father’s hand.

When I was happy, I quickly made a nest for the bird, and it settled down. Then, I carefully looked at the little guy for a while. I found that it was half-squinting, huddled, very quiet, not moving, and weak, I felt very strange, and asked Dad, Dad said it was just sleeping, nothing. Did the bird sleep? I am dubious about his answer, but I feel it is acceptable. Anyway, I am still very happy, because I not only got a bird, but also a companion. To be assured, I tied my foot with a rope to prevent it from flying away. Although it is somewhat selfish...

Early the next morning, I was woken up by the sound of birds. "Can the bird be hungry?" So he took the food for it, but it didn't bother, still calling. With helplessness and fear in the cry, are the birds calling their loved ones and companions? Yes, it must be! And I cruelly separated it.

I have always hated the hunters, and the eyes of the animals in the cage have lost their luster, lost their vitality, and lost the free capital. But now I am not the same as them? Doing the same things as them, making the same mistakes as they are. The sound of the bird is still constant... It flutters its wings, and the strength of the whole body wants to tear the rope. Its feathers become messy and the voice is more hoar. I can’t bear it, and I quickly untied the knot. At the time, I found a small meat mass on this poor leg, and the legs were deformed! What should I do! I let it go, I am afraid that it will die very quickly, leave it behind, for it is cruel than death, I panic.

I think, if today is yesterday - power outage night, maybe I will keep that joy, do not have to see this fact. But this is already a sunny morning. Yes, today's sunshine is "bright", and even makes me see myself more clearly - incompetent me. I don't know how to take care of it, I don't know how to treat it's pain... I don't even know that I want it to be what it needs.

"Dad, this little bird is deformed. I don't know how to help it. What should I do now?" "Where you come, let it go back. If it has the ability, it can survive."

I nodded and put the bird on the balcony. "Goodbye!" I didn't look back at it. Although I can't bear it, I have to give up this feeling. It has its own loved ones and companions. Like me, it lost its companion. If it can be happy because of it, then I will be happier, I can't be too selfish.

Have breakfast with a restless mood - can the bird go home safely?

I swallowed the last bite of bread and ran to the balcony quickly. I couldn’t find the bird’s trace. "Can't find it?" "Ah!" Dad didn't know when he had come to me. "It seems to have gone." "Is it? I will look at it." He took out a pair of glasses from behind and looked at the balcony. Suddenly his brow wrinkled and he wanted to say something in his mouth, but he didn’t say anything for a long time. I have an ominous premonition, grabbed the glasses and took a look. When I saw a black spot in the distance and adjusted the focal length, I saw that it was a bird. Its wings are wide open, its head is sideways, its eyes are closed, and it is listless. I am very reluctant to accept this ending, not good, this is not good! I feel that there is a kind of pain that spreads quickly in my heart and even makes me suffocate.

Dad glanced at me and said, "If it can't be killed, no one can take the power to live it!" Yes, this little bird is not dead today, but tomorrow? It may die or be eaten by natural enemies, or it may be hunt, or even starve to death... This is a matter of time. Even if it is healthy, time will erode its life, and one day it will turn from a natural law into a corpse. Human beings also have to face self-improvement to face destiny; to achieve ideals, we must have a firm belief; to experience the taste of life, we must face all realities.

Looking at the thick green in front of me, my heart suddenly opened up and I forgot how long they survived. This green is the most beautiful scenery in any season. what! Ecology, nature, and life are all in the air.