酷我-北美枫

[江落雨]

A Bird That Loves Its Feather

If I could, I would like to be a bird that loves its feather.
A bird that doesn’t love its feather is not a real bird in certain sense. And a bird that love its feather is a bird for flying, for freedom, for the blue sky and for the wonderful broad world.
I would like to be a bird that loves its feather. I want to know this big big world. If I was a bird, I would flying across the blue sea, through the green dense forest, over the golden immense desert. How wonderful the outside world it is.
When I am tired, I will have a rest, maybe on a tree branch or beside a river to comb my beautiful feather. I love my feather because I love flying, I love this colorful world and most of all I love my life.
There may be some birds that don’t love their feather. Their feather is beautiful by nature, but they give up combing it. I don’t know why. Maybe they are tired of their lives, or they seek for nothing in this world full of red flowers and green leaves.
But I love my feather very much. Though my feather is not as good-looking as those of peacocks, yet I will never give up combing it until I am too old to do this. As to me, life is so nice and everyday is a new day. I will insist on combing my feather and seeking for some meaningful things in my life.
But where are the meaningful things? Maybe in that white cloud floating on the sky, maybe in those waterfalls hanging from the mountains. I don’t know, so I fly all around the world to seek for them.
I wish I could spend my life in combing my feather and seeking for something meaningful. As a bird, I won’t regret.

[[清凌凌]]

A Bird That Loves Its Feather

If I could, I would like to be a bird that loves its feather.
A bird that doesn’t love its feather is not a real bird in certain sense. And a bird that love its feather is a bird for flying, for freedom, for the blue sky and for the wonderful broad world.
I would like to be a bird that loves its feather. I want to know this big big world. If I was a bird, I would flying across the blue sea, through the green dense forest, over the golden immense desert. How wonderful the outside world it is.
When I am tired, I will have a rest, maybe on a tree branch or beside a river to comb my beautiful feather. I love my feather because I love flying, I love this colorful world and most of all I love my life.
There may be some birds that don’t love their feather. Their feather is beautiful by nature, but they give up combing it. I don’t know why. Maybe they are tired of their lives, or they seek for nothing in this world full of red flowers and green leaves.
But I love my feather very much. Though my feather is not as good-looking as those of peacocks, yet I will never give up combing it until I am too old to do this. As to me, life is so nice and everyday is a new day. I will insist on combing my feather and seeking for some meaningful things in my life.
But where are the meaningful things? Maybe in that white cloud floating on the sky, maybe in those waterfalls hanging from the mountains. I don’t know, so I fly all around the world to seek for them.
I wish I could spend my life in combing my feather and seeking for something meaningful. As a bird, I won’t regret.

[星子]

A bird has a litte heart, but with full feeling.
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[[ANNA]]

A bird has a litte heart, but with full feeling.
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