Bird

A bird and a small stream are good friends. The birds lived on a tree by the creek. Every morning, the birds sang to the stream on time to the stream.

Day after day, the autumn passed quickly, and the northerly wind blew up. One day, the stream sang a song and said to the bird: "Bird, I am sorry, winter is coming so soon, I have to leave you. But, don't be sad, I will be back next year." The bird was very sad after listening. : "Small stream, I will be here waiting for you to come back, wait all the time, you must come back next spring, you will not see it."

After the birds and the small streams, she came here every day. In the north wind, she shivered; it snowed, and she arrived as scheduled.

Grandpa Tree advised it: "Birds, spring has not arrived, don't come every day."

"It’s getting faster soon. If a friend comes to see me, he will be anxious.”

One day, the birds came out to wait for the stream as usual. The hunter, who was looking for prey everywhere, discovered that the hunter came quietly to the bird, but the bird did not find that the crisis had arrived. Finally, the hunter raised the gun, and the bird discovered that he was busy asking the hunter for mercy: "Good hunter, let me go. I am so small, not worth a few dollars, then I am gone, my friend will Looking around."

"Let you, I am not a fool, what are your friends and me!"

"呯-"

The bird fell like a stone, leaving a small stream of blood on the side of the stream, and the hunter picked up the little bird and left.

"Oh, poor bird." Grandpa sighed.

As the days passed, the mountain ran up, the water rose, the sun blushed, and spring was here. The grandfather of the tree also broke the new shoots, and the wild flowers were everywhere. The stream was like an appointment, singing a cheerful song along the way. When I got to the big tree, I didn't find the bird. He came back and forth to find it, but he still couldn't see the bird. Did my friend forget me, and I said it was good last year. I don’t want to understand the stream. So he went to ask the grandfather of the tree:

"Grandfather, the birds who come here often, have you seen them?"

"The bird, hehe--" Grandpa tree hesitated for a while and said, "She was beaten by the hunter, she..."

"Ah--" The stream was suddenly like a thunder.

"Birds, birds, who will I sing to listen to later? No, I must meet my friends." He looked up again and asked Grandpa, "Grandpa, where is the hunter?"

"I am not very clear, you go to the valley to see it."

So the stream ran towards the valley. Along the way, he told the story of himself and the birds to his water friends, one pass ten, ten pass, everyone knows the story of them, and more and more water friends accompany him to find hunters. When they came to the valley and saw the hunters of the rifle, they rushed over all the houses in the valley and surrounded the hunters:

"Awful hunter, what are the birds you played? Come over!"

"I--I--I sold them to the rice in the city--the restaurant." The hunter threw in the water.

“The hotel in the city. Where is it?” The small streams screamed in unison.

"You - go in this direction." The hunter pointed his hand at the tall building in the distance.

They rushed out of the valley and screamed in the city. The large and small villages and towns along the way were submerged in the water. When they arrived in the city, they went up the street and entered the house, rushing to the house. Surrounded by the Grand Hotel, roaring:

"Let's our birds come!" "Let's our birds come!"

The hotel owner came out. He stood on the top of the building and said to Xiaoxiliu: "The birds have been eaten by the guests."

"Where are the guests?"

“Most of the people in the city came to eat here.”

"I------------"

In a short time, the city was razed to the ground. The creeks are rolling forward again...

At the seaside, the small stream found a bunch of tiny bones, so he slowly climbed onto the beach, patted the pile of bones, picked up the song he had sang last year, and sang it over and over again.