The birds of the forest also have their gossip and conversation circles. I heard that there are many birds in distant places, which can fly against the wind and rain in heavy rain, and many small birds are very envious, only one bird with a disabled wing disagrees, and says: "Birds are going to fly in the sky, and flying against the wind can strengthen their wings, why bother to challenge some unnecessary projects in the heavy rain, and it is likely to damage the wings or even die......" Before the words were finished, the bird next to him sneered and retorted: "How did your wings break?" Is it challenging to damage any project? Can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour? "My wings are not good by nature, but if I keep exercising, I will fly again one day......" The bird flew away disdainfully, no longer listening to him.

I heard that there was a former little friend, learning osprey fishing, diving into the water from a high altitude, but did not grasp the strength, broke the wings, almost died, this congenital bird with bad wings went to condole, persuaded: "We don't deliberately imitate others, their way of life is not suitable for us, do inappropriate things, the most hurt is their own ......" The bird waved its wings and sent the guest coldly: "Don't pretend to be cynical, just take care of yourself." ”

I also heard that there was a beautiful bird who courted the opposite sex, plucked the feathers on his wings and gave them to the female bird, and he hugged the beauty, but he wanted to hold too many beauties, and finally the wings were plucked, and the people and money were empty, and when he was mentioned, the other birds remembered his past of plucking, and they all spit on him. The disabled bird thought to himself: "You must stick to your principles, don't show off too much, and do things that are damaging to your wings......"

The disabled bird thought that he hadn't seen his friends with the same disease for a long time, he finally overcame his congenital disability after hard work, and could fly back into the sky, but maybe his previous days were too depressed, and the sky was estranged for too long, just learned to fly and didn't stop flying in the sky, watching him fly and fly all day long, and finally, I don't know where to fly, the little bird thought, it's not good to be overworked, and the fragile wings won't be tired, right?

"Birds that have learned to fly after a lot of hardships will cherish their feathers very much" - fox quotes

The film "Charlotte's Troubles", the final ending is a happy one, giving the audience a little touch, the whole story is just using "loss" to interpret possession, so that people cherish the happiness they have now. Life is not as wonderful as movies, and it will not give people a chance to do it again with kindness, and often a turn is goodbye. Some people say that life is just one choice after another, the choice is up to you, and when you fork the road, you must be cautious and cautious, so as not to regret it. In fact, everyone understands the truth, but there are still too many tragedies in the world, perhaps just because they don't cherish their "feathers" too much.

We may throw ourselves into the wind and rain for the sake of fame, like a bird in order to get the fame of flying in the rain, although we have won the honor of grandstanding, everyone knows how much it hurts us to die; Or we may watch others easily profit or be at ease, and desperately imitate, like a little bird learning osprey, doing something inappropriate, and letting ourselves suffer prison; A knife on the head of the color word, because no one cared about it in the past, once he had the opportunity to indulge himself, he began to behave indiscriminately, like a bird in estrus, ruthlessly plucking off his bright feathers, and becoming the object of spitting after being exposed; We are all working hard, trying to escape from the predicament of material scarcity, all eager to make a lot of money, after having the capital to fly, we are busy with money without restraint, because we are afraid of poverty, so we are always desperate, like a bird that flies the sky again, flying and flying busily, until there is no trace of it......

As a congenitally disabled bird, I can only warn myself over and over again that I must cherish my feathers in the future, as for whether it will be because of the transfer of ethics after leaving poverty, it is really hard to say. I would rather be in a state of folding wings forever, so that I can fly far and steadily. I hope that those friends who have faith and are strict with themselves will encourage me to stick to the bottom line and ethics that no one cares about.