a wild pigeon

I was born in the spring.

This is a very lush acacia tree. The dense foliage stretches out into the sky. My mother and I live here. My home looks safe, but my mother told me that the home here is temporary, and the blue sky is my belonging.

I have never seen my father. I heard my mother said that she lived in the dense woods with her father. The four seasons are full of wild fruits, quiet lakes, clear and sweet springs, green fields, and various kinds of fields. Delicious bugs.

But one day, a group of people came from a good place, and there were a few giants made of iron. After a few days, the woods were cut down, the lake was filled... They had to leave there and move around. Dad built a nest on this tree and picked up her mother. After that, my mother hatched eggs in her nest, and Dad flew far away to find food every day. Until a few weeks ago, Dad said goodbye to his mother flying out of the house to catch small bugs. But after a few seconds, there was a gunshot, followed by two screams of "咕咕"... Dad never came back from now, my mother cried, and he knew that Dad would never return. One day later, my brother and I were born.

In order to support my brother and my brother, my mother went out for food very early. The sound of her flapping wings is familiar to me. As long as my stomach is hungry, I will open my mouth to the most, and wait for my mother to put the soft insects into my mouth. My brother and I love to eat a green bug, which is a small bug that is hard to find. Mothers must fly over the entire forest to find a vegetable garden with such bugs. But the power of my mother is too small after all! Her work simply cannot satisfy the needs of me and my brother.

One day, my mother had not returned in the evening, and my brother and I were hungry. We opened our mouths a lot, but we couldn't wait for the bugs. It is getting darker, my brother and I are very scared. The fear of the night shrouded me, and the wind that was scraped was so piercing, without the warm feathers of my mother, how hard it was at night! The younger brother who snuggled up to me gradually disappeared, and I only felt that his small body was shaking slightly. I don't know when, probably in the middle of the night, I finally heard the sound that made me excited and familiar, that is the sound of the mother's feathers rubbing the air. I opened my mouth aggressively and shouted. So the tiny bugs slipped into my mouth, but I heard the cry of my mother, and my brother’s body had become cold. The little bug was placed on his mouth, but his mouth could not be opened. On this cold spring night, my brother left us. No one knows if he is starved or frozen.

A few days ago, my mother came back for food and I found her wings hurt. If she had nothing to say, the owner of the layoffs sprayed the pesticide on the dish. So she flew to another vegetable garden to find the bug, just to be seen by the owner, thinking that she stole the food, she threw the stone and threw it, so she was injured. But who knows that she is destroying pests? I can't help but cry in my mother's arms, how lonely and helpless the wild pigeons are!

My wings are getting fuller, and I have grown feathers like my mother. I am also very active, often slamming my wings. Mom taught me some flying skills. At the beginning, my technique was not good. I always fell nose and face. My mother looked at me with distress, but always encouraged me. Finally one day, I flew into the sky, and the wind in the sky was so comfortable! I saw my mother's smile, so gentle, so comfortable.

The summer came unconsciously, everything under Tianyang looked so vibrant. One morning, my mother went looking for food as usual. When she left, she said to me: "Children, you have grown up, you can fly, you can find food. If one day your mother is not at home, you must learn to take care of yourself. Remember, don't be close to humans. You don't have a fixed home, your home is in the sky, it's a wanderer!"

When my mother finished, she turned and flew away. I heard that the familiar flapping sound disappeared into the air. Since then, I have never seen my mother again.

I know that I have to stand on my own. Every day I am flying. Every day I am looking for an eternal, warm home. When the night falls, I always find a flower, a forest as a shelter.

In the gray field, I am looking for it alone, flying alone, wandering alone, this life has no end, because I am a wild pigeon.

Songshan No. 2 Middle School, Chifeng City, Inner Mongolia: Zhang Rui