Window

The steps in summer are so sick that they are not fresh enough in the warm spring. In a blink of an eye, summer stays quietly in my bright bedroom. The sunshine in early summer always gives off slight temptation, which always makes me want to stare at the scenery outside the window for a long time. Outside my window was a hundred-year-old Phoenix Tree with luxuriant foliage. Sitting in front of my desk in such a fresh summer morning, I murmured with him. My heart was quite calm and I felt really wonderful. After breakfast that day, I began to whisper with him again. Just when I was intoxicated, a brown bird stopped on the prosperous branch. I couldn’t say her name but thought she was really cute. She jumped from this branch to that branch, and then from this leaf to that one. Seeing her so excited and ringing with her, my mood was also inexplicably happy, I couldn’t help looking at her a few more. Maybe the bird was in the same heart with me. She turned around and sang to me several times again. I couldn’t help being surprised and pleased that the bird even understood love like this. Literati and movers always praise the birds for their laughter in the spring days, but they don’t realize that the situation is from the heart. In such a turbulent summer, as long as your heart is quiet enough, in the hot summer, how can the singing of birds be Twitter! The bird seemed to understand my deep feeling for her from my gaze. I clearly saw her squinting her two small eyes. Her eyes were small but round. My bright smile was in the black pupil, which made me like it very much. I couldn’t help putting aside the pen which was spinning in my hand and stood up to open the window. Unfortunately, for the sake of safety at night, I locked the window last night, and because I was not at home all the year round, the lock had some yellow rust. When I spent a while pushing open the window, the bird had no idea where to go. I couldn’t help sighing: Alas, she was afraid of human beings after all. The few wisps of love that I just saw from her eyes were just my romantic feelings. I was hurt secretly in my heart, but I still expected her to stay again. I was looking forward to it, and I was also looking forward to it. Several magazines on the desk had been changed, but she never appeared in my vision. Several days passed away quietly, and the lost mood of that day had already returned to normal, and gradually forgot her. After all, she is a bird, and she has her own life track. She was born with a pair of wings, and she is destined to jump between different leaves in every vein. In the past few days, maybe she has gone through many branches beyond my sight. Maybe there have been many new visitors in this straight phoenix tree outside my window, I just don’t know these. But what does it matter? No matter which forest she comes from or which branch she flies to, she comes from the nature we love. Just for this point, I should bless her to fly over every piece of blue sky and white clouds lightly with her wings. One day, my friend called me and told me that an alumnus in middle school died early because of heart disease. I was shocked Secretly: Oh my God! Why is God so cruel! She is still at the time of youth, and her life has not really blossomed. How can she say that she is gone without it! Compared with Heaven, how fragile life is! I am not very familiar with this schoolmate, but I remember her deeply. Her black face appeared in my mind at this moment. It was such a healthy round face, but it was suddenly buried in the years of long illness. Then I chatted with my friend and hung up the phone, holding my cheek quietly and meditating. Through the dense gap of branches and leaves outside the window, what I saw was still endless green branches and leaves, A cry called back my remote thoughts, oh, it is a bird. I smiled at her and teased her with the index finger of my right hand. She was not afraid at all. After a few cheers, she jumped through my window and beat in my palm. Looking at the round eyes of this bird, I remembered my schoolmate, She also had such a pair of black and bright eyes, which revealed the vigorous atmosphere of this early summer season. Maybe this bird is the one I expected in those days, maybe it is a bolder bird. I am not sure about these, but it is all my guess. But what does it matter? What I dare to conclude is that my schoolmate must have turned into a bird. She stayed on my case today. I think yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday …… she also stayed in front of all the faces she had seen, he also told him (her) with round eyes: I’m fine. Yes, she is very good. She doesn’t have to endure the pain any more, and I don’t have to worry about which one will come first tomorrow or accident any more. From then on, she was a free bird with the blessing of blue sky, white clouds, river water, forest …… what loneliness and fear did she have. Thinking of this, I gently stroked the bird’s thick feathers with a smile and told her to go and fly in your free kingdom. She blinked, pecked in my palm a few times, then turned around and flew out of the window, disappearing in the dense gap. Finally, she was free.

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