( 1)
There is a bird on my branch.
I think it must have flown from far away. Its feathers are covered with wind and frost, and its toes and claws are covered with dust.
Its eyes are small, round and smooth, like two small black pearls. It has beautiful luster in its eyes. It is probably envious and infatuated with my colorful flowers, I think.
It turned its little head, and its brown feathers set off its spirit. It watched curiously.
It didn't move a step.
This is a bird from far away.
The sun shines gently on its small body. There is a blue sky above it.
It seems to be thinking about something. Several huge and bright butterflies flew past it. It just doesn't move.
Occasionally, I found a trace of tears hanging in the corner of its eye. Shallow and unobtrusive. Have you ever been sad? I can't help feeling sorry for this.
I was completely wrong.
It suddenly sang happily, flapped its wings, left my branch and flew away.
(2)
That little bird, in the distance, I saw its beautiful image again.
It fluttered its wings and soared in the blue sky. It flew over the white clouds, all corners of the country and Qian Shan.
It is carefree and free to fly.
It is singing melodious songs happily. That crisp and loud singing voice is like a string of wind chimes blown by the wind.
I looked up at it on the ground and looked at it happily.
He goes up and down, up and down, and his light body is changing with all kinds of charming dances.
This is a sacred and spectacular dance, I thought.
It is spinning fast, as if to perform heartily in this vast sky and this broad dance floor. The lightning trajectory draws a wonderful rainbow.
The rainbow is fleeting. I still feel that magical beauty.
I am a big tree, and my roots are deeply rooted in the earth.
But I want to leap into the eternal blue like that free bird.
That bird, I saw you again. Do you remember the branch where you rested?
That little bird, in the distance, is flying.