The fable of the bird's wish

"Birds yearn for flying; What I want is home; What I beg for is freedom. "

I shook my head in confusion and asked, "Mom, what can we do without these?" Mom's eyes are no longer clear. She looked at the sky that was no longer blue and meditated for a long time.

A few days later, the mountain broke, and my mother and I separated for the first time. That day, I felt pain for the first time. What hurts is not separation, but the distant encounter with parents and home. I began to hate human beings, who brought this suffering!

Soon, I flew to a big city, and the cold wind in winter stung my wings and body. It's snowing. The first time I saw snow, it was at home. Now, mom is gone, and Uncle Shan has no clothes to wear. It must be cold!

I lay by the window and looked in. Huh? Isn't that the boss who started the mountain last time? He is holding a birdcage! No, mom. Mom! It's a pity that it's so cold that I'm frozen stiff. That man is so fat that our family is in pieces, and you are still laughing here. Damn it! I hit the glass with all my strength.

In the end, the man didn't hear the sad cry of the bird. In his mind, money is king!

Now, the sky is no longer suitable for us to fly, the home is no longer suitable for us to live, and freedom no longer belongs to us.

Our ability, home and even our freedom have been deprived by you. Now we have only one' wish', begging you humans to take action to protect our home! Otherwise, you can't afford the punishment of nature!

I don't know when the man opened the window and put a greasy hand into the birdcage. When I finally met my dying mother, I couldn't help but be anxious: "Mom, mom, I'll take you out of here!" " "Mom didn't wake up at last.

I pulled my mother's cold body and prepared to escape. The snow is still falling, and the oncoming cold wind froze my wings and broke my heart.

I finally failed to take my mother away.

I tried my best to get back to the home that was no longer warm. I still fell, I cried, and my heart was completely broken. I don't know when, I heard a voice: "Don't worry, bird, your wish will come true, and love will never fail." I fell asleep safely.

The next day, people found a bird with its head facing the mountain a week ago.

In a blink of an eye, a year has passed, and the bird's graveyard has been covered with trees, and the bird's wish has come true!