As the days passed, the cold winter came. Birds must leave the tree and fly far away.
The tree said to the bird, "Goodbye, bird!" " Please come back and sing for me next spring. "
The bird said, "OK, I will definitely come back to sing for you next spring." Please wait for me! "The bird said and flew south.
Spring is coming again. The mountain snow in Yuan Ye has melted. The bird came back here to look for her good friend tree. However, the tree disappeared, leaving only the roots there.
Where is the tree standing here? "The bird asked the tree root.
The root of the tree replied, "The woodcutter cut him down with an axe and dragged him into the valley."
Birds fly to the valley.
There is a big factory in the valley, and the sound of sawing wood is "sand-sand-". The bird landed on the gate of the factory. She asked the gate: "Mr. Door, where is my good friend tree?" Do you know? "
The gate replied, "The tree was cut into strips in the factory, made into matches, and transported to the village over there for sale."
Birds fly to the village.
There is a little girl under the kerosene lamp. The bird asked the girl, "Little girl, please tell me, do you know where the matches are?"
The little girl replied, "The matches have been used up. However, the fire lit by the match is still on in this lamp. "
The bird stared at the lamp with wide eyes for a while.
Then, she sang the song she sang last year to the light. The flame swayed gently, as if very happy.
After singing the song, the bird watched the light for a while and then flew away.