1 The days of flying in the wild goose south passed day by day, time passed little by little, and the weather was getting colder. The fruit trees are full of attractive fruits, bending the branches and looking heavy. The grass on the grass has been dyed yellow, and leaves have fallen on the trees beside the park. It is like an envoy sent by Uncle Qiu, telling us that autumn is coming.
The geese who live in the forest also know the news. They circled over the forest and told the animals in the forest that they were going south tomorrow.
The next morning, Father Sun woke up the earth from his dream with his warm and gentle arms. Golden sunshine spread all over the earth, and Mr. Chicken woke the goose family from their sleep with a loud voice. The geese flapped their wings as if waving goodbye to the animals in the forest.
They flew in neat herringbone formation. Flying and flying, the antelope on the grassland saw it and was full of doubts. He shouted; "Brother Goose, our weather is not very good. Why did you fly to the south for the winter? What are the benefits of your herringbone? " The goose smiled and said to the antelope, "Brother Antelope, you are wrong. We geese are migratory birds. With the change of climate, we migrate to suitable places to live and multiply. And we are arranged in the shape of' people' to speed up the flight. Once it slows down, the team will change from' people' to' long snakes', which is an effective measure for long-distance migration! " The antelope nodded and ran away again, and the geese continued to fly south.
Every creature has its own living habits and plays an important role!
It's another autumn when geese fly south, and time goes by quietly and mercilessly, just like the Analects of Confucius, an ancient Confucian classic in China, said, "The deceased is like a husband, staying up all night." The four seasons alternate tirelessly, year after year, just like reincarnation.
"Autumn is coming again, and the geese will start a long journey and fly to the warm south." I remember that as long as it is about animals, it will appear when it comes to the migration of animals due to seasonal changes. That's roughly what it means anyway. I have read a person's words about the migration of wild geese. Why do geese fly every year and then fly away? Why not just stay in the south? I only consider this problem, saying that it is understandable that the cold is unbearable, but there are many places where the temperature is suitable in the south. Why not stay in the south? In this way, at most, only a little self-change caused by environment is needed.
The sky, a charming place. You can let the wind flow through your hair, clothes and body in the upper reaches of the sky; Let the ethereal blue sky be closer to you and experience the feeling of freedom; Let the white clouds gently touch themselves and breathe the smoke like fairy dust. These, what a pleasant thing! He is full of freedom, revealing a pleasant peace and an inexplicable joy.
Wild geese have powerful wings, which can make them soar in the sky. Many people will think that they have extreme freedom. However, this is not the case. Even if they have powerful wings, they still can't break all the rules in this world. Otherwise, the word "have to" with a grand sense of compulsion would not appear in that sentence.
Perhaps, the most important and persistent belief in Goose's thought is to live, just to live, and then try our best to make their offspring endless and multiply, that's all. Therefore, they had to move south and fly south against the chilly autumn wind.
As I said, I always wondered why they didn't stay in the south. I think maybe they really can't change their living environment, and small power can only be humble and powerless. This reminds me of the word "life is short". Why do we live in this world? Is it like a wild goose, in order to survive? For future generations? Or for ... Maybe, we don't even know ourselves, we don't know what we are for, so we have lived a short or long life, just like Nuo Nuo.
All kinds of creatures living in this world will always experience countless disasters until they leave this world. Among them, thinking creatures are more painful, because in addition to physical pain, they have to bear countless psychological blows, but the happiness they get is often less than pain.
Let me have an extreme idea, it seems that all sentient beings in this world have come to suffer, and this world is like a big purgatory. ...
And geese, why are they still flying around tirelessly? They work so hard, why don't they stop? Whether it is obsession or expectation, you can really fly freely in the sky without any restrictions; To this end, we must live. With faith, there is hope; With hope, this dark purgatory will have light and the courage to live.
However, if this hope fails, it will be followed by endless loss. If the wild goose knows, will it choose to live like this, or will it just run over and get rid of it?
Autumn is coming, and the weather is getting colder and colder. A flock of geese fly south, one in a straight line and the other in a herringbone shape. ...
Now, what I read in the article actually appears in front of my eyes. I saw a flock of geese flying in the sky. They lined up neatly, and no one left behind. I think the one in front must be the leader. It led the geese and flew south along the familiar route. Watching, there was a clear call in the sky. It must be the leader of the geese who gave the order. I saw the geese changing their formations in an orderly manner, and soon they formed a "human" shape and flew forward neatly. The geese flew farther and farther away, gradually leaving me and disappearing into my sight.
I secretly praised: "Goose is really disciplined!"
I will be a disciplined boy in the future.