Today’s society, animals, plants and people, including other organismsliving together in the community. One another to protect their propagandalanguage, printed in my mind now and then. Let me know only ecologicalprotection, can make the person with them. An experience that made me grow up a lot, also with the chance to understand many things.
The window “da da da“ sound makes me wonder from the room to the balcony. Ihead out looked at the colour of the sky, dark, creepy. Rain “hit“ in myface hurt. Suddenly, a dusty holodecks figure coming towards me, I’m afraidto pull up the Windows. Little guy all of a sudden hit a window of thisdusty holodecks, gradually without sound, I carefully look at all the bigWindows, take a look at this guy hit the window. I was surprised, the little guy was only injured birds, blood falling down the legs, lay dying on the railing, mouth make “cushions … … Goo … … “sound, as if I said” saved … … Save … … I … … “as my hands held sacred as the birds back to the House.
Mother came hurriedly, worry ask me: “what‘s the matter? “I bring the birdto my mom, hurry, she asked:“ MOM, can you help this bird with cut? “Mothernodded and took the bird, take it into the bathroom. In the process ofcleaning, its inability to call on him twice. I love looking at the motherbird wound, could not help but ask: “How did this bird injured? “Motherholding a bird to me, paused to say:“ the bird is injured by slingshots,take good care of it. “My face and said firmly:“ I will! “With the birdsreturned to the room. Bird had just stayed on the table for less than asecond, wings faintly moved a few times, slowly open your eyes, I looked atthose sparkling eyes, whispered: “I care for you, exhibitions, Flash is yourhead, OK? “Birds“ Twitter “, it is called a few times and seems to answerme.
Accompany in Flash eye days I am very happy. But one day whole body shrinkin a cage, eyes lost brilliance. I worry about with cage, asked his mother:“MOM, why objective eye had no former glory? “MOM leaned over and stroked myhead and said:“ longing for home, you leave it here, it is very lonely andlonging for freedom. To know the sky is their home. “I lower my head, but apointy seed in my heart to take bud—put the bird back to its own world.
I hold back the urge to cry, back to blue sky watch. See it fly freely inthe sky while I was selfishly wanted to keep birds around a lifetime ofideas, apologizing to it. The harm to the biological, and sincere apologies.Please return them to a happy place, allowing them to fly freely in their own world.
This narrative prose, describes caring for injured birds and bird‘s storiesshow “live animal life, please return them to a happy place, allowing themto fly freely in their own world. “Theme.