The bird called

The little bird called, and the sun prince rose from the east on time. He was still a little naughty, like playing hide and seek with us. He just showed a little face like a half-baked apple that was not yet ripe. There was no mood to trouble with him today. He seemed to be angry. A dazzling sun was shining on me. I hurriedly narrowed my eyes. I have to admit that the scenery is beautiful under the illumination of the sun, but it is no longer as fascinating as yesterday. I have been silent for a long time, and I found that the birds that always hovered and played in the sky disappeared. Perhaps this is a story that makes the bird angry and determined to stay away from humans. In a windy and sunny weather, many humans walked into the forest, holding a weapon that hurt the bird’s best friend, the big tree, and killed his companion. He was really disheartened this time. cold. They only find a place to leave humans, no longer let humans hurt themselves, to breed their children, to ensure their safety, and to fly far away. It may be that many years later, humans will no longer harm the birds, but the trauma of this soul, the loss of family members, will never be calmed down, and it will never be remedied. But humans understand that because humans already know that everything on earth is worth cherishing and loving.

The bird called

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