Goose's dream

Goose's dream

Everyone has a dream, and geese are no exception.

The geese, in order to survive, carry out a journey of life-migration every year. The geese flocked in the process of migration. They were able to overcome many difficulties and leap into the mountains. What is the mystery? What kind of enlightenment can its migration give us?

I am a little geese who grew up in the northern lake area. I lived in the secluded woods with my parents and played with my companions. Until that day, I found the leaves on the trees turn yellow. I asked my father, "Why the leaves will change. Huang?" Dad said seriously: "Autumn is coming, we are leaving." "Leave, will you come back?" "Of course." I asked "Why are you leaving, isn't it here, I don't go" Dad shakes I shook my head and left.

Seven days later, my companions set off on time and embarked on a distant trip. I was worried that I could stick to it. I didn't fly in any team. Although I received flying training, I was thinking, my grandfather was shooting at the back. I am a little bit, ask: What's wrong, are you worried? "Grandpa has a high age, but there is an awesome majesty in the hands-on. He smiled and said: Come on, you have to trust your team, you will succeed." "Grandpa, is the South beautiful?" Grandpa I smiled, I nodded, turned and walked. I would go through the dark clouds and see the blue sky I longed for? Anyway, I made up my mind to fly to the south.

but……

On that day, we were flying and flying. Suddenly, there were a few barking dogs in the distance. After the three sounds of '砰砰''砰, the companions couldn’t help but say that the kite that had broken the line fell weakly. The high place flies, "Grandpa shouted like this, '砰砰' is two more, and another companion fell, I suddenly felt the unprecedented fear, desperately flew up, escaped.

I landed with the surviving companions on the lake. "Why, what is that, what happened to my companions, why did it become like this," I cried and said to my grandfather, "That is a shotgun, humans attack us." Weapons." "Why are they attacking us, I am not going, I want to go home, go home." I cried again. "I can't go back. This way of migration, once set foot, does not reach the destination, It won't stop."

Can I really not see the sky in the south, the legendary, blue, beautiful sky, I really can't see it?

"Come on, what is this frustration, we all believe you" is Mein, Mein is the geese who survived like me "We all support you" "Well, we support you", grandfather, then I feel An unprecedented warmth "I will"

After half a month, Me and I played in the blue sky.

First day: white butterfly rain