Hurricane

On the evening of Saturday, the sky was overcast, and there was still drizzle from time to time. A few family swallows were playing carefree on the road. Suddenly, a large truck whizzed past, my heart was tight, and I couldn’t help but close my eyes. I know that unfortunate things have happened...

A family swallow was knocked down on the road, and the fine rain patted the body of Xiao Jiayan as if to wake up this lovely little life.

After seeing the friend who was playing with him, he quickly patted the pair of wings and flew over the rain. There was a cry of heartbreaking, calling it over and over and trying to wake it up. Still anxiously flapping his wings, the poor look is like saying: "Wake up, who can play with me in the future? Wake up!" The delicate tweet fades away and is replaced by a call of pain. Its scorpion was dumb and couldn't make a sound, but he still used his wings to caress the still soft hair and he didn't want to leave. Pushing the dead friend, tidying up his hair, want to try to call back its soul. I immediately hugged the body that had no body temperature and wanted to warm it.

In the end, Xiao Jiayan did not have the strength and was completely desperate. He slowly walked with his little claws for a while, then turned his head and looked at the dead friend, who was reluctant to fly away.

This scene is easily reminiscent of the word "mistaken". For a time, I feel that there are hurricanes in this world.

Fourth grade of Shanghai Branch Road, North District, Qingdao, Shandong: Li Jian