I sat quietly by the window and looked at the bird. Suddenly, bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky. Is that God crying? Why? Does he feel sorry for the bird, too?
The wind blows harder and harder, and it rains harder and harder ... The bird has been shaking, maybe it feels cold. My heart aches faintly. What a poor bird. At this time, I would like to turn into a warm bird's nest and let it lie in the nest, no longer suffering from the autumn wind and cold rain; How I wish to be a big bird, with my wide wings to keep it out of the cold and let the bird sleep in its warm embrace; How I wish ...
While I was dreaming, I was stunned by what I saw: God sneezed and blew the bird off the branch. As the old saying goes, "It never rains but it pours", then a big truck sped by in the distance. The bird struggled desperately on the ground, but it couldn't fly. Seeing that the car is getting closer and closer to the bird, the bird can no longer struggle. Near, near ... Ah, that poor bird was crushed to death by that big truck. ...
In this way, the bird left this world. It can no longer swim in the blue sky, it can no longer play with its companions ... I ran desperately and picked up its broken flesh and blood carefully. I went to my backyard, dug a hole in the soil where I could bask in the sun, and buried it seriously.
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