When everything was calm again, I slowly opened my eyes and saw a sad scene: it-a little swallow, lying alone in the middle of the road, quietly and motionless. What a fragile little life!
Ji, Ji, who is that? Is it to ask its companion to go home? But no matter how emotionally it calls, the lying swallow can no longer hear it.
This rain, it suddenly rained heavily, too suddenly. Standing swallows spread their wings sensitively. What does it want? Spread your wings and fly? Where is the lying swallow? Ah, what a touching picture! It turned out that the standing swallow was holding up a big umbrella for his companion. It is still motionless, standing and lying, as if it had become a statue.
The rain finally stopped, probably because of standing for too long. The standing swallow struggled to shake off the rain on its wings. It was dark unconsciously. It was time for the swallow to go home, but it still looked back at its companion from time to time.
Seems to be waiting for a miracle. ...