I'm a bird. Maybe I'm a white crane, a gray crane, a red-crowned crane, maybe I'm a white stork, a black stork, a white swan, maybe I'm a nightingale, a great bustard, a merganser. I'm a bird. Maybe it's a male, maybe it's a female. Maybe it's a bird, maybe it's a flock of birds. I don't think it matters, the important thing is that I'm a migratory bird and I can't do without flying.

We chose Baiyangdian Wetland as a post station for a long journey. We come by the water and grass, we follow the spring breeze, we leave the flying shadow here, we sprinkle the loud singing here, we cultivate love and reproduce here. We are elves because of the wetlands, and the wetlands are famous because of us.

However, birds are not always in harmony with nature and humans. Natural disasters such as storms, hail, frost and snow sometimes cause the natural death of birds, but this is not the main threat, our worst enemy was once the spirit of all things - humans. We are birds, some of us love it, some of us care for it, and some of us take pleasure in hunting and hunting us. There were times when hunting nets, shotguns, traps, and traps were set up in a net, peeping and coveting us everywhere, making us unable to guard against it. I have seen my kind become prey in cages and nets, ghosts under guns, commodities in the bird market, sacrifices at human feasts...... This tragedy once made me think of wetlands as prisons and disasters for a while. When I was two years old, I was also hit in the wings by ****, and on that ancient thousand-mile embankment, my blood stained the grass under me......

It was a beautiful girl flying a kite who saved me. She took me home, asked my father, who was a doctor, to heal my wounds, and took me to a park built by the local government. The story of the child's love for birds and bird protection soon spread, and it was also published in the local evening newspaper.

Shortly after the ceremony of releasing me back into the blue sky, the local government established a wetland and bird nature reserve, and the protection of wetland and wildlife was put on the agenda. Bird markets have been banned, shotguns have been confiscated, heavy fines have been imposed for bird hunting, the state has invested hundreds of millions of yuan to inject water from the Yellow River into wetlands, and a green protective forest belt has been established to clean up pollution sources around the wetlands. The wetlands are once again a haven for birds.

The news that followed was even more exciting for us birds. The international community has concluded the Convention on Wetlands, World Wetlands Day, and World Bird Lovers Day. Baiyangdian Wetland has also been designated as a provincial nature reserve and a national nature reserve. Birds know no borders. We are an important member of nature, the guardian of agriculture, forestry and animal husbandry, and the friend of mankind. A global project to protect wetlands and birds has begun. We are able to fly better, we are able to fly more happily, we are able to fly happily to purify the environment of the world. What do we have to worry about?

Just when another World Bird Day arrived, I flew to Baiyangdian Wetland again. By this time I had entered the prime of life, and I had become the head bird of a migratory bird fleet. Behind me flew my family, my children and grandchildren. We were perched on the house of an old bird keeper, and there were two big words written on the front of the house: Love Bird. There are also two big words written on the back: Love Bird. At this time, the spring breeze is mighty, the sun is shining, the reeds are green, and there is irrepressible surging vitality. I told every member of my family about the history of this wetland, the beautiful stories of people's love for birds, the hardships of migratory birds and the joy of flying, and the process of change in which the wetland gradually became a paradise for birds......

My singing won everyone's chorus. That's our free singing, that's our heartfelt hymn, that's the melody that comes out of Paradise. At one time, the storks sang and danced, and the scene was thousands.

After that, I raised my legs, stretched out my toned and plump wings in the wind, and began a new round of flight. Every member of my family followed suit, flying out of the wetlands and into the blue sky.

In this way, a bird, or a flock of birds, departs from Paradise and flies towards Paradise.