酷我-北美枫

[江落雨]

“In my dream
I’ll always see you soar above the sky.
In my heart
There will always be a place for you for all my life.
I’ll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am there you’ll be”

Maybe you all know the touching story about this song. But what I want to say in this passage is not a loving story. It is about the genuine friendship between heart and soul. It is about my friends soaring above the sky, soaring though my life.
My friends, two birds, now may be flying in the sky, singing and dancing.
Several years ago my sister bought two birds which were smart and cute. Their feather was green and sparkling, with two rings of white fine hairs around their eyes. I loved them immediately I saw them. At that time they were peeping the outside world through the cage curiously. The bright sunshine were shining them, forming a colorful aura around them. They kept chirping in the cage, which was so melodious that it still hover over me.
At first they were shy and a little frightened. When I put them in the flowers they would do what they wanted, jumping, pecking or singing. But when I got close to them they immediately stopped, silent and embarrassed. I knew it needed time for them to get used to the new environment so we kept a distance from them. My sister and I just gave them food and water, cleaned the cage once a day and left them in the flowers. Soon they were familiar with us. They didn’t fear any longer when we came close to them. They would look at you genuinely and curiously, looking forward to something. It seemed that they wanted to know us. Through their limpid eyes I could see something true.
It was that evening that improved our relationship. When I put some rice into their pot, one of them jumped toward my hand and pecked at my finger. I was so surprised that I almost forgot everything. It pecked at me, it touched me, did that mean they refer to us as friends? I couldn’t believe that birds could understand emotion, especially emotion from other creature. It was from that day that I know all creatures in the world have the same thing—heart and soul.
Time went by as if river flowed into the sea. Everything went right and days were full of happiness until that day. That day something happened just like story or movie. One of them escaped from the cage. It was my sister who discovered the truth, which made her cry. I didn’t cry. I was just worried about it because there were so many cats in this area. So many imaginations that it was eaten by a cat flashed in my head that I waked up several times during that night. In the twilight I looked at the sky calling in my heart: where are you, my dear bird?
But the next day it came back quietly. I went into the room and heard something strange, some slight sound. I raised my head and looked at the window, to my surprise, the bird, which I missed so much, were standing on the window quietly, gazing at me as though it was wondering whether I was angry about its leaving. At that moment tears rolled down my face and happiness flooded my heart. Its leaving didn’t make me cry but its coming back did, because there had been something rooting in our heart, which based on communication in heart and soul. They knew us, they regarded this as their house and home, they could come back when they flew away, but they were only birds! I don’t know how to explain such mysterious thing, what I do is thanks.
From then on we had a happy time. We shared many things. We gave them apple and cake, we caught worms from flowers sometimes they would did it by themselves. They would like to take a bath when I cleaned the cage. To them water is like sunshine, they would jump into the water bravely, combed their feather and cleaned themselves. How happy they were! Now I looked back on those days, although it was years ago, but it seemed like happening right now. It was just like yesterday once more.
But lately I discovered that they were not as happy as we thought. Though we gave them everything we had but we couldn’t give them the vast blue sky, the freedom soaring above the sky. When their friends flew through, leaving the cheerful song, they would gazed at the sky where their friends disappeared. I knew in their deep heart they wanted freedom, but I didn’t want them to leave. I couldn’t image the life without them. If that happened, there would have been no song to welcome me back home, there would have been no listener when I played the harmonica.
But at last, we decided to set them free because we all loved them. Love is to wish the one you love happy all their life, so I returned freedom to them.
They flew away, but they came back the next day. They stayed in the cage, pecked at the flowers and eating food. One of them even jumped into my sister’s hand. My sister couldn’t hold back her tears.
They flew away at last. Maybe they were in the sky, on the trees or among their friends. Now I still hear some birds singing outside, perhaps their songs were in them.
Several years have passed by but I still remember them. I think they will recall us when they suddenly look back. We are in their memory and they are in ours.

Now when I see some birds soaring above the sky, I always think about the famous song “There you will be”.
“’Cause I always saw in you my light my strength
And I want to thank you now for all the ways
You were right there for me
You were right there for me
For always.”

[[清凌凌]]

“In my dream
I’ll always see you soar above the sky.
In my heart
There will always be a place for you for all my life.
I’ll keep a part of you with me
And everywhere I am there you’ll be”

Maybe you all know the touching story about this song. But what I want to say in this passage is not a loving story. It is about the genuine friendship between heart and soul. It is about my friends soaring above the sky, soaring though my life.
My friends, two birds, now may be flying in the sky, singing and dancing.
Several years ago my sister bought two birds which were smart and cute. Their feather was green and sparkling, with two rings of white fine hairs around their eyes. I loved them immediately I saw them. At that time they were peeping the outside world through the cage curiously. The bright sunshine were shining them, forming a colorful aura around them. They kept chirping in the cage, which was so melodious that it still hover over me.
At first they were shy and a little frightened. When I put them in the flowers they would do what they wanted, jumping, pecking or singing. But when I got close to them they immediately stopped, silent and embarrassed. I knew it needed time for them to get used to the new environment so we kept a distance from them. My sister and I just gave them food and water, cleaned the cage once a day and left them in the flowers. Soon they were familiar with us. They didn’t fear any longer when we came close to them. They would look at you genuinely and curiously, looking forward to something. It seemed that they wanted to know us. Through their limpid eyes I could see something true.
It was that evening that improved our relationship. When I put some rice into their pot, one of them jumped toward my hand and pecked at my finger. I was so surprised that I almost forgot everything. It pecked at me, it touched me, did that mean they refer to us as friends? I couldn’t believe that birds could understand emotion, especially emotion from other creature. It was from that day that I know all creatures in the world have the same thing—heart and soul.
Time went by as if river flowed into the sea. Everything went right and days were full of happiness until that day. That day something happened just like story or movie. One of them escaped from the cage. It was my sister who discovered the truth, which made her cry. I didn’t cry. I was just worried about it because there were so many cats in this area. So many imaginations that it was eaten by a cat flashed in my head that I waked up several times during that night. In the twilight I looked at the sky calling in my heart: where are you, my dear bird?
But the next day it came back quietly. I went into the room and heard something strange, some slight sound. I raised my head and looked at the window, to my surprise, the bird, which I missed so much, were standing on the window quietly, gazing at me as though it was wondering whether I was angry about its leaving. At that moment tears rolled down my face and happiness flooded my heart. Its leaving didn’t make me cry but its coming back did, because there had been something rooting in our heart, which based on communication in heart and soul. They knew us, they regarded this as their house and home, they could come back when they flew away, but they were only birds! I don’t know how to explain such mysterious thing, what I do is thanks.
From then on we had a happy time. We shared many things. We gave them apple and cake, we caught worms from flowers sometimes they would did it by themselves. They would like to take a bath when I cleaned the cage. To them water is like sunshine, they would jump into the water bravely, combed their feather and cleaned themselves. How happy they were! Now I looked back on those days, although it was years ago, but it seemed like happening right now. It was just like yesterday once more.
But lately I discovered that they were not as happy as we thought. Though we gave them everything we had but we couldn’t give them the vast blue sky, the freedom soaring above the sky. When their friends flew through, leaving the cheerful song, they would gazed at the sky where their friends disappeared. I knew in their deep heart they wanted freedom, but I didn’t want them to leave. I couldn’t image the life without them. If that happened, there would have been no song to welcome me back home, there would have been no listener when I played the harmonica.
But at last, we decided to set them free because we all loved them. Love is to wish the one you love happy all their life, so I returned freedom to them.
They flew away, but they came back the next day. They stayed in the cage, pecked at the flowers and eating food. One of them even jumped into my sister’s hand. My sister couldn’t hold back her tears.
They flew away at last. Maybe they were in the sky, on the trees or among their friends. Now I still hear some birds singing outside, perhaps their songs were in them.
Several years have passed by but I still remember them. I think they will recall us when they suddenly look back. We are in their memory and they are in ours.

Now when I see some birds soaring above the sky, I always think about the famous song “There you will be”.
“’Cause I always saw in you my light my strength
And I want to thank you now for all the ways
You were right there for me
You were right there for me
For always.”

[江落雨]

[[清凌凌]]

[博弈]

"Its leaving didn’t make me cry but its coming back did"
…..
"We are in their memory and they are in ours. "
….


I can feel the intimate friendship. A nice and warm story. I like the innocent feel in it.

Still can use some wording and grammar enhancement.
My humble view.
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Sometimes I am busy
Sometimes I am free
In between, there's it
Until I find thee...

[[Mark]]

"Its leaving didn’t make me cry but its coming back did"
…..
"We are in their memory and they are in ours. "
….


I can feel the intimate friendship. A nice and warm story. I like the innocent feel in it.

Still can use some wording and grammar enhancement.
My humble view.
_________________
Sometimes I am busy
Sometimes I am free
In between, there's it
Until I find thee...

[kokho]

A very nice piece )
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乒乓、摄影、诗歌

[[晓辉]]

A very nice piece )
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乒乓、摄影、诗歌

[星子]

It seems you really love birds as a reflection of ourselves.

For me, dream is the wings of my soul.

Thanks for sharing.
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[[ANNA]]

It seems you really love birds as a reflection of ourselves.

For me, dream is the wings of my soul.

Thanks for sharing.
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[Lake]

Like 博弈 said, I also enjoy the intimacy of friendship.

Loving, tender.

[[Lake]]

Like 博弈 said, I also enjoy the intimacy of friendship.

Loving, tender.