The word fly can have many words.
Fly, fly, soar, jump, fly,
It is still possible to expand your imagination and write a composition.
1. If you want to dance and fly, you can describe the scenery and things. A flying scene, an event, an object or a scene gives you a feeling of flying. The detailed description makes you feel deeply, and then lyrical, which can deepen the theme. You can get some inscriptions, foreshadowing and enhanced writing in front.
2. Fly, I think, hehe, a little rebellious.
There is pressure in study. I always want to relax. Sometimes there are a lot of troubles to release. By describing my confusion in the process of learning, I can get a spiritual relief. But it is not negative, it is an adjustment of mentality. Emphasize the positive effect of self-release on mental stress and optimistic and cheerful face to life. Expressed a beautiful pursuit and love for life.
It adopts the method of first restraining and then promoting, which is the case in many articles. You can quote the classics.
3. Fly high and jump.
Inspirational, to be honest, I still don't know how to write inspirational. I have never written this.
You can also suppress it first and then promote it. Write something difficult before the beginning, then give some examples, celebrity examples, and finally make up your mind.
Third section, put it on. But don't copy mechanically, you still have to rely on your feelings.
Junior high school students should write something optimistic.
Okay, I've said enough. I admire myself.
Find your own feelings.
2. Write a composition about flying. I want to fly higher and look forward to the silence of the deep valley.
I don't feel sorry for watching the tearful star. How many people have reported flying dreams for thousands of years? How many heroes yearn for the stars in the sky? But when can I let myself fly? Then, let your mind soar ... fly! Fly! Flying magnificently, flying broadly! I really want to fly, fly into the song of chastity and witness the prosperous Tang Dynasty! I want to fly over the wall and wipe away the tears of Princess Wencheng. I want to fly into the palace and support honesty and frankness in Wei Zhi.
I want to fly to the deep palace and experience the broad mind of Emperor Taizong. I want to fly to the people and understand the prosperity of chastity! Fly! Fly! Flying vicissitudes of life! Flying for a long time! I really want to fly, fly into the long beauty of Song Ci, and appreciate the prosperity of China ancient culture! I want to fly into the mink's head and feel the pride of "the bright moon is in the sky, asking for wine from the sky", the sadness of "people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine", and the distant blessing of "I wish people a long time and a thousand miles * * * *".
I want to fly to Niannujiao Red Cliff to remember the past, to appreciate the grand vision of "the great river east is washed away by the waves", to appreciate the eternal beauty of "crashing on the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow", to appreciate the romantic talent of "talking and laughing"! Fly! Fly! Fly high! Fly wisely! I want to fly out of pride, blood and my true self! Flying is magnificent! Flying is wisdom! Flying is the enjoyment of the soul! However, the light rain reminded me again ... flying is no longer a dream. The human mind and soul have been flying ... I really want to fly! Let's put our minds down and take off with our hearts.
3. Write a 500-word composition on the topic of "Flying" and let the butterflies in your dreams fly. Silent for a winter, it saved all its strength and finally turned the dream of flying into reality; After five years of silence, Yimihua broke out her lifelong efforts and finally revealed the fragrance to everyone.
Keep your faith and dream freely, and you will dominate your own world. "If Heaven wants to be a great man, we must first work hard, work hard, be hungry and be empty ..." After enduring the torture of removing the kneecap, Sun Bin patiently, persistently and attentively completed the Art of War, which has been passed down through the ages.
Sun Bin, how many people are impressed by your knowledge, and how many people are attracted by your intelligence. With a firm belief, you fly your dreams in silence and fly to the blue sky.
Let go of your dreams and never forget your firm belief! "Tian Xingjian, the gentleman is constantly striving for self-improvement." This sentence has inspired many people with lofty ideals and revived many people who have lost their way.
A Bing, a blind composer, felt that your soul was deeply shocked in the wandering of "a few happy families and a few sad families", so a song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" was born in your erhu. Soft music and sincere feelings touched everyone.
When Zheng Xiao Zell finished his command, he knelt down excitedly. "This song should only be heard in the sky. How many times can you hear it on earth? " Although your eyes are blind, there is a lamp of faith in your heart to guide you. Under the guidance of the heart lamp, you fly your dreams to the music hall and create a new world of national music.
How can we forget Zhuge Liang's figure in Nanshan? Your talent makes Liu Bei look at the thatched cottage without regret, and your chic makes many scholars argue, and you are comfortable.
This is the result of your hard work. "The smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley", "Don't talk about peaches and plums, you have your own way". You know your efforts will pay off in the end. You are just waiting for the day when your dream comes true.
Three gas Zhou Yu, you are chic; Seven captures Meng Huo, you are calm and calm. With the support of faith, you have created a great cause in the world.
Set up your faith, set your dream free, and you can take it to beautiful places. Set up your faith, let go of your dreams, and you will have a better tomorrow.
Let dreams fly and beliefs blossom. When I stood at the door where I was leaving, the snail told me to pack my bags and set off. Dreams were the best reason. Spider told me that if there is no dream, even wings will become a burden; Leaves told me never to lament, use the green of my life, and then mature into a golden dream.
I told myself that if I have a dream, I have to pursue it. Shake the wings of dreams and take off.
4. The essay "Fei" with the theme of "Fei" is a bubble of an African boy. From the moment he was born, he had a happy ideal-flying to the blue sky to see the clouds.
The African boy looked at the bubble with ideal and murmured, "fly!" " Fly with my dream! "When the bubble was not exposed to the world, I understood that people with black skin were discriminated and abused by people with white skin everywhere. It is also very confused and sad, and wants to fight it, but it is too weak and it knows it. The boy has always had a dream-flying, so he pinned this dream that can never be realized on bubbles.
To this end, Bubble is very pleased. Gradually, the bubble rose higher and higher, and gradually it could not hold on.
Bubble looked at the boy's rare smile affectionately. It wants to cry, but it can't. The bubble will burst, but it doesn't want to disappear in front of the boy.
Because the bubble burst, the boy's heart was broken. Finally, Bubble made a move on the verge of dying-it takes courage and persistence to jump over the boy's sight.
Wait, wait, wait ... bubbles are sweat, maybe not sweat, but tears. Bubble succeeded, and finally looked at the boy affectionately.
Laughed. Laughed.
Bubbles are born with smiles and die with smiles. It has an ordinary self, but it has an extraordinary life, smiling. I once lingered on the edge of love and pain, but it had no regrets, because it was broken, but it made the boy's dream come true.
Let me fly! Seeing the eagle, I think of its free and easy flying; When I see the wild goose, I want it to fly freely in the sky; When I see a kite, I think of its dexterous aerial ballet. I want to fly, too, and fly freely like them! This young man, in his prime, is a poem full of sweat, a eulogy to spread the blame, and an impassioned movement.
Each of these students first expressed his sacred ideal and moved towards it. I want to fly, spread my wings like an eagle, fly over the obstacles of life and look for the dawn of victory.
On the road to forge ahead in life, there is not only a flat and broad avenue of stars, but also endless shelter from the wind and rain. We need to cross the difficult narrow path and the endless Yuan Ye. I want to fly, spread my wings like an eagle, fly over the dry desert and look for a humid oasis.
In the arid desert, there are no shady trees, no sweet and delicious springs, only a few drought-tolerant snakes, scorpions, insects, ants and a bimodal "desert boat"-camel. I want to fly, fly out of this barren land, fly to the vibrant red flowers and green flowers, fly to the mountains and streams full of spring.
I want to fly, fly over the vast ocean and find new islands. In this endless water, in this rich source of all things, it used to be an amusement park for aquatic creatures, with white waves, colorful corals, blue sea water and various marine fish.
Today, it is a cemetery where the dead are buried, which is nourished with bacteria, oil with peculiar smell floating, and colorful garbage with "clothes". Everything in the past was destroyed, and lifeless stagnant water was blown by the sea breeze.
I want to fly, fly out of the battlefield filled with smoke, and look for a Shangri-La-like paradise. I don't want grass full of dead bodies, rivers of blood, air full of tears, and a home full of mountains and flames.
I just want a harmonious society, without war and right and wrong. I want to fly, fly over layers of ignorance, and look for precious civilization.
In remote mountainous areas, there are many big eyes eager for knowledge, and in prosperous and advanced cities, there are many dudes who hate learning. I want to fly, fly into the sky of knowledge, arm my mind with knowledge, fill my soul with wisdom, talk about sacred ideals with prose, and talk about the rise and fall of the country with poetry.
Even the most difficult classical Chinese can be picked out by me, and I can talk about it in Kan Kan and recite ancient and modern times. I want to fly, fly out of this cheating trap, and look for dullness.
I want to fly, fly out of this endless noise, and find peace. I want to fly, fly out of this intrigue snobbery and look for warmth.
..... Let me fly, I want to fly out of my own world, lay the foundation with diligence, ram bricks with sweat, paint walls with wisdom, and run my life with my mind. I want to fly, fly with a pair of strong wings.
Flying over mountains and flowing water, flying over difficulties and setbacks. Fly to hope.
Fly to my persistent dream. I want to fly, I want to fly, fly to the blue sky, be friends with eagles, be friends with white clouds and fly freely.
I want to fly, fly into the blue water, play with fish, kiss the water and swim at the bottom of the sea. I want to fly, fly to the lush forest, listen to the empty mountains and birds, and enjoy the castles in the air.
Everything in the sky is free, and the eagle fights the sky without worldly obstacles; White clouds are fluttering in the wind, and there is no enclosure for tall buildings. Whenever I look at the sky, the carefree eagle waves to me and says, "Come on, how carefree."
But I bowed my head and left, because I didn't have strong wings, but I had the heavy shackles of burying my head in learning. Whenever it rains and blows, Baiyun waves to me and says, "Come on, brother, it feels good to be up there."
But I left in tears because I didn't have strong wings, but I had an invisible high wall. How I want to experience the condescending feeling, the kind of "climb to the top, and you will see that other mountains are dwarfed under the sky." And have a panoramic view.
How I want to experience the feeling of "trying to compete with God". Give me a pair of powerful wings, I can break through the shackles of students immersed in learning, break through the invisible high wall and experience the outside world. It feels good to be free.
Everything in the sea is free. Fish and shrimp chase each other, how carefree they are, without the bondage of learning. But I am like a boat on the sea, sometimes stormy and sometimes calm.
If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss. Sometimes there are ups and downs, so I can't reach the other side of success.
Looking at the stone on the shore, I will kiss it with seawater from time to time, splashing. How I want to explore the mystery of water and experience the feeling in water.
Give me a pair of sturdy ones, and I will go into the water, make friends with fish and shrimp, and swim freely in the sea together. How comfortable. Everything in the mountains is free.
Unlike the trees at home, the trees in the mountains are blocked by high walls. Birds in the mountains are not like caged birds, bound by iron cages, and houses in the mountains are not like houses in the city, but have secular fetters.
In the mountains, I can play with the birds under the tree.
5. An essay with the title of "Flying", with 800 words of loneliness, always affects your mood quietly when you are alone.
Until you get stuck in it and don't want to extricate yourself. Walking on the road,
I could hear a faint voice before, but then the haze floating in my heart swallowed this melody.
The autumn sky is blue and deep, beyond the limit of wings, so birds use songs to extend their horizons. The clear sound of penetrating birds measures the depth of longing for the distance. And every flight is a sunshine bath, a baptism of wind and rain, and a wandering and trembling soul.
This autumn, autumn rain will be bleak and quiet for people in front of the window. When the haze recedes, the moonlight will still climb the window lattice. The swaying breeze guards the peace of the night. The warmth of the night will prolong the autumn rain with the murmur of sleep, instead of the continuous spring rain, it is crisp and neat that "the tall building looks forward to dusk and the rain only falls on the plane leaves"; It is not as menacing and aggressive as summer rain, but as harmonious and natural as "sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky and colors". It's not as cold as winter rain, but it's slightly fresh and cool as "the rain in Qiu Lai is cold and the wind is strict and clear".
An autumn rain and a cold, cool summer, cool people's hearts! The night after the rain is refreshing and pleasant. There is no bright moon or bright stars, only a quiet and tranquil artistic conception like still water flowing deeply. That night, I sat alone in the greenhouse, holding my breath, talking to the flowers and listening to the flowers bloom and fall! In the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals, seek inner indifference and tranquility!
What goes far is a state of mind, which allows a calmness to take root in every corner touched by the eyes. Pain is the destruction of fingers. Too long pain has numbed me. This autumn, I don't want to knock down those shallow words, even if it hurts to the bone marrow, it hurts to be speechless. In this way, I can hide some pain in the dark night, and look at August, as quiet as a lotus. Every second goes by, and I wonder if I can read every word on my lips.
Flowers bloom bleak, autumn grass is yellow, autumn nights are long, weaving flowers is an understatement, and it hurts when it rains, so copy some sadness and continue to write some attachment. All the themes are written only for your tears, but no longer stay for you. Ripples hover in the opposite sea, let it go with the wind, and the beating heart will no longer touch it. I am afraid that a normal heart will fall into gentle eyes and get lost in misty rain, hurting that purity. I only hope that beauty is hidden in the spring flowers and autumn moon. However, this night's rain, dripping, kept falling, soaked the poems full of paper, scattered with thoughts, who touched the soft heart? Whose infatuation has faded? Who will hold up that oil-paper umbrella in the misty rain and red dust? Looking back, the smoke is thousands of miles away, but one after another, such as washing. Affectionate and easy to get old, what is qingluan? Who sent the poem? Falling flowers fly into spring dreams, for whom?
Who is it in the vast sea of people? Beautiful images, faint misty rain. Let this fragrant drizzle wet the clothes and gently rotate with long sleeves, just like butterflies dancing among flowers. Tingting is graceful, with a touch of elegance between her eyebrows and eyes, which is pleasing to the eye. Women who have read classics in the past years, although their youthful charm is no longer radiant, do not lose their calm, elegant and dignified charm. In this foggy and rainy season, I am dancing with my fresh and refined scenery.
Time flies, do you meet by chance in the world of dance, or are you remembering your life, Xinyu? ...
Fate, perhaps the breeze and drizzle gently caressed purples, when seen, has provoked a reminder; Perhaps it is like an epiphyllum that blooms at midnight, and it will soon wither before it can be appreciated; Perhaps like this drizzle, I want to hold it in my hand, but I can't catch it.
Who is blowing the wind of the city with piccolo, waiting quietly, my shallow sadness, drawing a pair of geese flying south for you. Erhu plays and sings, and Wan Ting's melody plays out the cold pool you flew over, the withered flower dance, the damaged branches, the autumn rhyme and Qiu Meng. There is no smile, only the ground is yellow. I've looked everywhere in Shan Ye, but only one hand is yellow. My heart is sour and my feelings are clear. I can see that a leaf is yellow, and every grain is so hurt. I have been flashy all my life, and my leaves are yellow. Autumn has passed and winter has come. It is always sad and yellow.
It's drizzling and misty in late autumn, and it's still a little chilly when you count it carefully. The wind blows the bamboo fence, leisurely, rustling and whispering. The garden is full of broken walls and tiles, weeds are hidden, grasshoppers are chirping, fireflies are lonely at night, and small windows are white. Fate, love, affection, debt? Who planted beautiful dreams in the depths of muddy soil and opened up the feelings of decline? On windy nights and in the rain, only withered branches and leaves still refuse to leave. Is its bitter rhyme just a vein in pen and ink? If Lu Yu, the autumn scenery of the lotus pond, is just a passing amorous feelings, then why did you meet the woman whose heart is like a lotus in the pain of this life before you approached this desolate place?
No need to write, no need to fall in love, all the rain that should go and stay will turn into tears.
Fallen leaves fall in the sky, fall in autumn, and the wind and rain are endless. I asked God what I wanted, and I burst into tears.
Cloudy and breezy. Autumn rain, for no reason, comes and goes.
Autumn raindrops are less arrogant than summer, and the drizzle all over the sky is like sad tears.
Autumn rain, whose tears are dancing?
6. Fly to your dreams with the theme of "flying". Take an ideal boat, sail with your blessing, go forward bravely, encounter big winds and waves, constantly accumulate strength in the vast sea, and nurture the struggle. Year after year, there is only one goal, only one belief, firmly grasp the dream and sail to the other side of success with confidence. Tomorrow will be better.
Who brushed the dust with a shimmer at the edge of a dusty book? Who swept away the retreat with light in the dark and confused journey? Who will make waves with light in a calm brain?
It is the starlight of dreams that guides us out of the desert and sleepiness and leads us from the earth to heaven.
Dreams are the wings of butterflies, with which you can dance. Have a dream in your heart, even if you do nothing, there will be an amazing rise. Without stunning beauty and prominent family background, such a humble and insignificant person as Jane Eyre has won enviable love and the love of the world. Even though she is inferior to the dust, she still won that precious love with her dreams, strength, backbone and resistance to power. As a teacher, her income is meager, which is incompatible with the money-oriented society, but when this humble little flower blooms, it is amazing for a century. If she loses her dream and herself, she will only become a sentient being.
Dreams are lighthouses, with which you can successfully reach the other shore. Sometimes the stormy waves in life will make us lose our way and our dreams, so as to reach the other shore unswervingly. Roger rawls was a naughty boy when he was a child, until one day, the old headmaster said, "I saw the shadow of the governor from you." From then on, Roger restrained himself with the words and deeds of the governor, bid farewell to the original troublemaker, and finally became the first black governor of New York State. It was Roger who set up his dream and pursued the direction, which led to the title of "Mayor of Wall Street" today. Sima Qian made a firm dream at the lowest point of his life. It was his calm attitude and unremitting pursuit that made him become a China historian who wrote history for his own residence, from a temple minister who was struggling for a living. With the bright light of dreams, there is a guarantee of success.
Dreams are the nourishment of the soul. With dreams, we can have a full and rich life. When a person has a dream, he will tirelessly pursue the realization of the value of life with never-ending steps. Li smiled calmly in the face of poverty, propped up hope with dreams, shouldered the health of Shili people's hometown with weak shoulders, and became the moon that lit up Miao township. Xu Benyu hid his dream in his heart, taught in the mountainous area, and let the quiet mind spark brilliantly among the children in generate. In order to stick to his dream, Lin Xiuzhen took the initiative to support the lonely elderly when others lamented and complained, which provided a new interpretation for the world how to face life. They are all ordinary people, and they have become extraordinary because of their persistent dreams. Because of dreams, the stream flows into the sea; Because of my dream, I look forward to the green leaves in spring; Because of dreams, human beings have contributed to the height of mountain peaks. Let's stand on the horizon and build our dreams. We will be the sea and green leaves, and we will stand on the top of the mountain! Fly to the other side of your dream! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
7. The song of flying is the song of water, silence is the song of mountain, dancing is the song of butterfly, and hovering is the song of eagle.
Flying thoughts make the world complicated, and messy imagination makes the world clean. I see, it's a long run-up line singing the song of flying.
The sunset closes the heavy door, leaving only a reddish afterglow to remind the world that the sun will still rise the next morning. Without the return of the sunset, how can there be the magnificent shock of the rising sun? Just like there is no run-up line, where can you get the white marks drawn in the blue sky during flight? Over time, year after year and even the whole century, we have been running back and forth, making unremitting efforts for the grandeur and chic at the moment of take-off.
Without the sweat spilled when studying hard in the cold window, the burning of the midnight oil night after night before the exam, and the indifference when spring is full and flowers are blooming, there will be no feathers falling into the clouds, and there will be no happy smile when you reach the finish line. So we know that if we want to fly, we must go through a long run-up line.
I have heard such a lyric: "Love is like an airplane. It's hard to take off. Once you fly, it's like falling into the clouds. You can't transfer to another flight until the end. " Love is so, so is life.
It's hard to take off. After flying, it is like falling into a wonderful cloud, and the road of life is thus determined. The run-up line points to the home of life, and you can't transfer to other flights until the end. When you choose the run-up line, you choose the corresponding life.
If you pave your run-up line with relaxation and slackness, then flying is just an unreachable dream for you. If you touch it a little, it will become fragments all over the ground, shining with bleak brilliance in the same broken sunshine. If you build your own run-up line with sweat and hardship, then flying is the hearty laughter when you gallop in the sky, the footprint when you cross the Milky Way, the real possession and the real success ... The cold moonlight shakes those lives and confuses the mottled run-up line.
I stood there and watched the plane soar into the sky, gliding-taking off-flying. Without gliding, there is no flying, without flying, there are no passengers, and without passengers, there is no broad blue sky in the future. Behind every successful person, there must be a solid, flat and long run-up line.
With the help of this run-up line, they hold their heads high and fly freely in the sky. And those losers, because there is no run-up line that can make them soar, can only sigh in envy again and again. Even if you have great ambitions, you can only fall in gliding again and again.
Flying is inseparable from a long run-up line, so build yourself a run-up line to fly! It will make you soar in the blue sky and have a bird's eye view of endless green flowers. Flying-About the Choice of My Mind On the vast grassland, a shepherd took his two sons to herd sheep.
Soon after, a flock of geese flew across the sky. The son suddenly asked his father, "Dad, geese can fly, so can we?" Father said, "Don't you know if you try?" The two brothers waved and didn't fly.
The shepherd went on to say, "Now you, including me, can't fly, but if you choose to fly and work hard, maybe you will eventually fly." These are the Wright brothers who later invented the plane. They chose to fly and worked hard for it, so although they relied on airplanes, they finally flew.
If you choose to fly, don't be afraid of the danger of falling from the sky; If you choose maturity, you don't have to worry about aging after maturity; If you choose glory, don't take into account the indifference after glory; Just like a poet, there is no concern when choosing. Einstein was very playful when he was young.
Once he went fishing with a bucket and friends, but his father stopped him. And taught him: "if you are so playful again and fail your homework, you will be finished."
Einstein replied, "aren't Jesse and Bobby the same?" They can play, but I can't? "Father said," Take others as a mirror, and you will regret it all your life. ".You have to let yourself fly first, son! "After hearing his father's words, Einstein was silent and thoughtful.
In the temple of knowledge, he chose to work hard and fly first. Finally, he flew to an admirable height, which is the height of the "theory of relativity" that shocked the world! The climber saved people, so we can't all save people.
The Wright brothers invented airplanes, so we can't all invent airplanes. Einstein discovered the theory of relativity, and we will never discover it again.
However, we can still choose to fly, which is our inner choice. A circle is a closed figure, and rays are all figures that can extend infinitely from a point.
We can't stay in a closed circle and fix our life radius, just as we can't sink into mediocrity. We should choose to extend ourselves like rays, and we should choose to fly and extend life.
This is my knowledgeable teenager's choice ... My heart is flying. The snail said, "The eagle can climb to the top of the pyramid with its wings spread, and my heart flies, and it can also climb to the top of the pyramid." ? Xiaoxi said, "The raindrops can crush the white clouds, but my heart flies. There are graceful raindrops flying in the clouds overlooking the mountains and rivers."
The green leaf said, "Red flowers are dazzling and unique, and everyone is full of praise. I am willing to work quietly for the ladder and win praise. " Perhaps, there is no doubt that the agility of the eagle, the lightness of raindrops and the beauty of safflower are all in your mind.
However, snails, streams and green leaves, though small, can also achieve great surprises. Who can deny their authenticity? ? Throughout the long river of history, how many unexpected things happened in reason? ? Xiang Yu and Liu Bang can be described as a generation of heroes, Xiang Yu is honest and self-disciplined, and Liu Bang is cunning and witty. At the Hongmen Banquet, Xiang Zhuang stabbed Pei Gong with his sword and got Xiang Yu's sword, which could have helped Wang Xiang achieve something great. However, Wang Xiang was finally defeated by Wujiang River, because he stuck to his reputation of incorruptibility.
It is reasonable to assassinate Pei Gong at the Hongmen banquet, but it is unexpected that Wang Xiang is willing to protect his future enemy. However, rationality is, after all, people's subjective thoughts, and unexpected things in history are not uncommon.
? John once heard that a small island in Africa is rich in gold, and many people go for gold. this is ...
Please write an essay on the topic of "flying": mother eagle learns to fly in baby eagle's nest "Wow!" I opened my eyes. I opened my eyes for the first time in my life. Even though my eyes are still a little blurred, I see blue sky, white clouds and endless green grasslands. I also saw my father. He has brown feathers and huge wings. His sharp eyes kept looking into the distance. My mother came and stroked my feather and told me, "You are an eagle." But my father has been looking at the distance. I nestled in my mother's arms, and her soft feathers rubbed against me, making me very comfortable. After a while, I was caught. I am an only child, so I am very happy. Don't worry about eating and wearing all day. Gradually, I became a delicate little sister, thinking that I would depend on my mother all my life, and my parents would support me when the sky fell. However, I am very happy. My father took me to the edge of the cliff. I was so scared that I didn't know what my father was going to do. My father told me, "You have grown up. You must learn to fly. Your parents can't take care of you forever. Remember, an eagle that can't fly is not an eagle! " I looked under the cliff. "It's really high." I said, my father said, "You have to jump from here to learn to fly!" " I suddenly felt weak in my legs and feet and begged my father to "forget it!" " My father ignored me and pushed me over the cliff. I'm so scared that I don't know what to do. At this time, I only heard my father shout to me, "Keep your body balanced and flap your wings hard." I did as he said, but I feel my body is rising. My father smiled at me. "What? I can fly! " I was so excited that I flapped my wings and tried to fly forward. The grasslands, peaks and white clouds I have walked through are all under my feet. I bid farewell to my parents and started my life journey. I learned to survive. There are difficulties everywhere in this world, but I overcame them and learned to fly, flying above the blue sky.