My friend told me about her trip to the zoo, so we talked about animals. From poultry to myth, my friend suddenly asked me if I knew a species called bird of paradise. There are many kinds of creatures in the world, but I have never heard of this bird of paradise.
My friend said that this bird of paradise must fly from birth to death. My friend just shook her head when I asked her why.
I talked to my best friend very late that day and left. What I was most dissatisfied with was the bird of paradise among my friends.
Since then, I seem to be lovesick. I can't help being in a daze at the thought of birds of paradise. I have never seen such a mysterious bird, whether it is a painting or a picture. I have imagined the bird countless times, with snow-like feathers and smart eyes. All I face is torn and torn drawings. I hope this bird of paradise will fly in my heart like this, so that my heart will have a holiness.
Sometimes, I seem to be a bird of paradise, looking for the sky and the earth. Searching in the world is not only my own destination, but also a touch of color in my life.
Perhaps, I am also a bird of paradise, flying with my life, with courage, perseverance, freedom and unrestrained life, even if this life is just flying, even if this life is destined to endure loneliness. But I want that peace.
What are you living for? Someone replied: it is to repay the parents' fertility, the teacher's education and the upbringing of the motherland. Some people say that living is to raise one's mind to the highest level, while others think that living is to live a stable and happy life.
In fact, these are not as good as a bird of paradise flying in the sky. In another world, let go of grievances and only stay in its own sky to fly. Because the bird of paradise knows that the world keeps it away from the world of mortals and noise, gives it the right to fly, and lets it enjoy peace and beauty alone in the storm.
The so-called pursuit, interests and life of the world are not worth mentioning in front of him. How many people have given up their right to peace and freedom in pursuit, how many people have fallen into the pain of nowhere to go for benefits, how many people have lowered their posture for life and become slaves of life, and how many people have dried their tears for love. It is better to be a bird of paradise, and only lower its status in front of the endless blue sky.
When their lives are over, their bodies and souls will remain noble and disappear quietly, unaffected by the world of mortals.