I am a eagle with a fire.

I always like to imagine myself as a flaming eagle, draped in the breeze, facing the sun, flying in a dazzling manner, unfolding a pair of powerful wings, roaming innocently in the position of the winner, shuttle in the clouds Soaring between heaven and earth... In a gesture of earth-shattering, let the arrogant heaven and earth know about my existence; let me be aware of my existence by the scent of non-self...

The sky is born in the world of eagle. Freedom is the blood of the eagle. The flying eagle overlooks the earth like a beautiful picture. Look, here, if the grass is green felt; oh, there, the beauty is like a chessboard. Yellow green and green ink, 阡 自 自 自 natural. Only the eagle will know that it can fly high and can see the distant mood; only the eagle will understand, it will be the top, and the mountains are small...

I am a eagle with a fire, and this life has long been destined to accompany the sun and the moon, and walk with the wind and rain. Because of the condescending momentum, because of the high winds of the wings, the vastness of the sky, the white clouds, is just a dream that I will never finish... I have long been accustomed to the blood, I have long been filled with pride, freedom and long-term freedom. Melt into my life...

The unbridled wind has created my steel-like bones, which has made my body have a strong support; the cold showers have given birth to the character that I will never admit defeat, and the great difficulties will be calm and calm. What I did was to show a pair of proud wings, facing the wind, braving the rain, driving the clouds, smearing the most beautiful figure of life, playing the most touching string of life...

In my eyes, the high mountain ridges are not majestic, they are like the little mud pills that childhood play, scattered in the ditch and canal; the raging rivers are no longer unstoppable, they are like a few small String, curved like a line, calm like a mirror...

The bigger the wind, the harder my wings are; the more the rain is, the more calm my wings are; the thicker the clouds, the more solemn my wings are... Because, I am born to be a bloody eagle, the light is my mark It’s my habit to be humble and not arrogant, and my arrogance is my blood...

I am a bloody eagle, I have a tenacious and long life. When my claws begin to age and I can no longer effectively catch the prey; when my cock becomes long and bent, almost hitting the chest, it is hard to eat again; when my feathers become long and thick The wings are extremely heavy and can no longer fly. At this time, I either die in obscurity, or I will hold the throat of the soul and come to the life battle of all my strength...

At this time, I will try my best to fly to the cliff on the top of the mountain, use my sharp points to hit the rock until the tip is completely detached, and then wait quietly for the birth of the new cockroach; then, I will use the new 喙Pulling the toenails one by one, enduring the pain of the heart; when the new toenail grows out, I pull the feathers one by one, for the regeneration of the new feathers... When the wings are unfolded again, I will scream, break free from the cages of the earth, and fly back to the sky that belongs to me... The eagle after the fire will understand that only by breaking through its own limitations can we regain our lives; only by breaking through our own embarrassment, In order to get life to the point...

I am proud, I am a eagle with a fire. The reason why I fly high is to escape the smog of the world, because I don't want to bear the nickname of uncleanness; the reason why I fly far is to pursue the ideal, because there is always a dream in my heart. I also know deeply that it is not a simple matter to fly silently in the sky without helplessness. With tears, you have to rub yourself; if you have pain, you have to bear yourself; if you are sick, you have to be jealous. Life, rely on oneself; die, but also on oneself. However, for the sake of ideals, I would rather fly to the end of the sky. For the sake of ideals, I would rather forget all the pain. Because I understand that only flying alone is the closest possible to the place closest to the dream...

There is no power to knock me down. There is no dilemma that can hinder me, because I am born to be a bloody eagle. In front of me, there is never a mountain that can't fly. In my eyes, there is never a river but I have never crossed it. In this age of tens of thousands of horses, I am very fortunate because I am still a blast. Eagle...