A beautiful essay on birds and fish, urgent, long awaited

I've read the story upstairs and I like it very much, but I don't know if it's the one upstairs if you want

The birds are in the sky, the fish are in the water, and they live happily.

Fish lean on the current, swimming from south to north, from warm to cold, just to follow the delicate figures that fly and migrate.

The fish is in the water, the bird is on the ice floe, the fish silently watches the bird tidy up its feathers, play with other birds, and dance, the ice floe is a mirror, outside the hustle and bustle, reflecting a slightly lonely fish shadow.

Birds on the shore. Resting on the small tree, often cooing and singing, the fish will listen silently in the water close to the tree, often listening to it, forgetting itself, forgetting.

The fish is in the water, the brother ruler bird is on the branch on the shore, the bird is projected on the wave, the fish is in the wave shadow, the sparkling vertical judgment, moment after moment, the fish gradually understand what it means to be inseparable!

Every morning, the bird washes on the surface of the water, the fish is quietly appreciated in the depths of the water, this rare moment, the fish is deeply intoxicated, the water surface occasionally falls a small piece of down feathers, as if the water is with a fragrance, the fish sticks to this cheerful breath, happily swims in the water.

The fish saw the birds foraging on the sand on the shore, and its delicate feet, white feathers, and occasional jumping and dancing posture all made it so intoxicating. Even every time the fish waited until the tide was high, they swam to the place where the bird had danced, raised their tails, and touched the marks left by their fingers and claws over and over again on the sand.

Fish fall in love with birds, and fish often see birds flying in the sky in the water, and fish are eager to fly with birds.

One day, the fish struggled to jump out of the water, trying to learn to fly like a bird, the fish was swallowed by the bird into the mouth, at this moment, the fish wanted to envy the high, I finally melted into your body, from this moment on, a lifetime will not be separated!

Don't tie my hands and feet.

Through the clouds, I am a free bird.

Let me fly. Give me a little pride in being a bird.

I'm tired of it.

This cage, this water, this endless food.

This warm nest.

I'm so useless.

Behold, the grass withered, and the flowers were gone.

Spring is gone, autumn is coming again.

All I could do was chirp for nothing.

I'm supposed to be indulgent.

In the branches, among the flowers, by the stream.

Show the pride of flying.

Slow aging. Slow aging.

Buried in the grass, buried among the flowers, buried in the surging river.

This dream, this longing.

Into my heart.

It makes me uneasy, it makes me anxious.

Life has no flowers, and self-harm is the way to liberation.

I call it bleeding, and I peck my own feathers.

If life is destined to live in a cage.

It is better to die than to live.

The sky is vast, reflecting your lonely figure like a lonely boat in the ocean, and the wings you want to raise are like an autumn leaf floating between the cliffs. You carry the sky on your back, and the whole sky is yours. You come and go freely all the way, so the east wind is yours all the way.

Think that the cloud road is far away, Guanshan is cold, the crossing under a reed leaf, and the dream of a foreign land, can there be the call of relatives and friends? The cloud shadow in the distant sky, mistaken for a train going north, poor lonely goose, ** is your shelter? Prosperous.

The old tunes of the sparrows, the folk songs of the cuckoo, the folk songs of the turtledoves. How many people have heard of this fairy music now? Facing a pair of questioning eyes of children - where can you hear the nightingale singing?

Kneeling reverently towards the vast sunset, he longs for the friend of mankind, the bird. Human beings are constantly strangling their friends, and the big hand of nature will one day reach out to us, just as we strangle our friends. Prosperous.

Once upon a time, the singing of the branches had stopped. Once upon a time, the claws of humanity reached out to you. A poor and lonely life, stopped at that moment.

The right of the bird to sing freely and fly freely was denied. At some point, the bird moved, moving from the branch to the cage. The cage kills the sound of heaven and the dream of free flight.

Birds are friends, and we should protect friends. Prosperous.

When I was a child, the chirping under the eaves, the singing of the branches, and the beautiful coat ......Humans and birds should establish a relationship of mutual dependence and coexistence. When we see injured birds, we should take the initiative to bandage them and restore their brightness; When we see a child hitting a bird with a slingshot, we should stop it in time and tell him that the bird is our friend and we should protect it; When we see the artificial nests on the streets of the city, we are relieved that we have already taken action. Let's join the ranks of bird lovers.

Long let us hold up the nest of love with our hands, let us bandage the injured bird with our hearts, and let us prove everything with our actions. The Olympics are approaching, and I think the "Bird's Nest" is a testimony of your and my love. The "Bird's Nest" is not only an Olympic venue, but also a kind of care for human friends, let us build a bird's nest for the birds.

The bird has fluffy feathers, powerful wings, small eyes like glass beads on its small head, and small feet shaped like grass.