It seems very deserted at home recently. My uncles came to my house the day before yesterday. What a happy thing it is that I can eat, drink and be merry again. Yesterday morning, they went to work and the home was quiet again.
Mom, you wander around the house all day, doing nothing. I know I'm angry because I didn't do the job the day before yesterday. I know your heart is hard, but how can I always feel better?
I really want to say what I'm saying: don't pull a long face all day, be happy and give this deserted home more happiness and warmth. Be nice to me, too. Give me a birthday like someone else's mother. The other day, I heard that you were going to celebrate our birthday, and we were so happy that we couldn't sleep. But you changed your mind again. I know, I know this will happen.
The most unbearable thing is that I seem to be your punching bag, and you come at me whenever there is a fire. I always do things in fear, and I will be scolded if I am not careful.
Once I was sick and you were all at home, but you only gave me medicine, refused to see a doctor and asked me to cook for you. I know that I am an unloved person, and I feel that I am the one who works for you in this family. Sometimes you say I'm dead I am sad. I know you are angry, but I can't say that. I have self-esteem too.
I want to tell you all this, but I dare not speak. If you can give me a chance, I will definitely say it.
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Bird, I want to tell you that every time I see your innocent eyes and hear your tragic cry, my heart is shaking. Birds, you must hate us, right?
Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Please stand on the branch and play a symphony of nature for me! Let's talk. What? You can't sing? Didn't mom and dad teach you? I know that your parents died at the hands of those blood-stained people. Bird, I want to tell you that you need not only freedom, but also happiness, but how can you be happy? When a tree is cut down, your home is gone. There is such a song that "the ocean is the home of mankind, the grassland is the home of mankind, and the trees are also the home of mankind." Fish are friends, cattle and horses are friends, and birds are also friends of human beings. The sea is dry, the grass is yellow, the trees are dead, and the human home is gone. "Bird, do you still have that blue sky? Poachers and bird killers, do you still have a conscience? " Freedom? Well, it's good enough not to kill birds. "This is a bird man's words." Kill birds? Well, what's the use of birds It is better to kill the bird that sells money than to do nothing. I want to tell you, do you know what money is? Money is like life in human eyes, just like your food. That is the most basic material foundation. The lack of material foundation determines the uncivilized consciousness of human environmental protection, embodies human ignorance and burns the concept of human civilization and progress.
Bird, I want to say to you, let a sincere emotion touch the heartbroken people, let your wings fly and keep calling over the cities, fields and villages. If the sleeping person is not awake, then scream "squeak" at the sea. I was silent.
Bird, I want to tell you to find a quiet and comfortable place, where no one can let you enjoy yourself, and don't let your descendants know what the bullets in the gun taste like. Don't let them see those "swords and shadows" So as not to make his mind suffer the same trauma as yours. Every time I think of your partner being fired, my heart aches and I can't help deepening. . . . .
Bird, I want to tell you. . . . . .
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Friend, I want to say to you.
One thing, you don't need to make a vow of eternal love; There is a kind of affection, as sweet as chocolate, roses and candy; There is a secret, it is noisy, chasing and slapstick, and when it is lonely, it will magically make coffee to warm your hands, which is called friendship; This feeling is called warmth; This secret is a friend.
I met him in the first grade of primary school. Maybe this is fate. We have been together for six years ... and we have almost become good friends who talk about everything. I feel very happy and satisfied with him.
Soon in the sixth grade, I immediately plunged into the endless ocean of problems. Then, he moved out of his seat near me and moved to the northwest corner of the classroom. At this time, I have been far away from him to the east coast and Siberia. Gradually, I seldom talk to him, and the two boys next to me have become my best friends. He may have found other bosom friends like me! I defend myself like this.
The exams for the graduating class in the second semester came at me like a flood. The mock 1 exam, mock 2 exam, and basic knowledge exam all made me breathless. In a math exam, my abnormal performance got 85 points, and my mood seemed to fall into a bottomless pit. For a moment, I seemed to be wandering at the bottom of the valley, unhappy. I was lying on my desk when I suddenly found a faint scent note in the pencil case, which read in beautiful font: Just be happy! In the face of setbacks, you must keep smiling.