Looking for my home in the moonlight

On a dark night, the moonlight slanted on the ground, and a bird named Jia Jia flew alone in the air, making a scream of sadness and sadness.

The grandmother of the moon was very strange, so she shot her eyes around Jiajia and wanted to give her a touch of warmth and some concern. "Child, it's so late, why don't you go home?" The grandmother of the moon kindly asked Jia Jia. "Home?" She raised her head blankly and said to the grandmother of the moon. "Yeah. Where is your home? I can send you back!" "Hey, there is my home..." Jia Jia pointed her finger at the side. The grandmother of the moon looked in the direction of her wings, only to see a few stumps standing there, appearing black under the moonlight. "This..." The grandmother of the moon couldn't speak. "How could this be? Jia Jia, or else you can go to Swan Lake not far away. The place is full of trees, the air is fresh, the lake is crystal clear, it is a home. Treasure." Jia Jia nodded and followed her grandmother to fly forward.

Finally arrived, but this time even the grandmother of the moon was surprised that the chin was falling to the ground: the original lush forest was only left with some broken branches and leaves; the original clear and sweet lake became a muddy mud soup. "What the hell is going on?" The grandmother of the moon was surprised and didn't bother. "How beautiful the lake was before, the sika deer sipping water safely by the lake, the little monkey pulling the tree vines and swinging freely... Jia Jia, you still continue to fly forward. There is a green meadow in front. You can stay there.” Jia Jiaqiang cheered and fanned his tired wings and flew toward the green grass. When they arrived, the light of hope that had already ignited was turned off: the roar of the feller and the lawn mower was endless, and the lark, the tits were screaming and flew around. The moon's grandmother's heart was like a knife that stabbed the pain. She said with a low voice: "Jia Jia, I am as sad as you, but we must face the reality bravely. Go to Bailinglin to see it."

Jia Jia continued to fly with a tired body. “It’s coming soon!” Jia Jia thought, and flew toward the destination with little effort left. But what she saw was that the figures flashed, the tall buildings stood tall, the exhaust gases from the cars and factories made the sky cloudy, the ground was not born, and where did she have a place to rest and sing?

Jia Jia was desperate, but she still reluctantly flew forward. She did not believe that she had lost her home. The grandmother of the moon looked at her sadly, but she could do nothing. A drop of tears fell from her grandmother's face and hit Jiajia...

Jia Jia is still flying forward, and the voice is miserable and sad. She and her animal friends are telling us their common voice: "We are in the same blue sky, please give us a home that can survive - a green world with trees and fresh air..."

Petroleum with a small fifth grade class Dai Ying