Was it just an unattainable dream
that took countless hours to realize? That paradise in my mind, after all, does it exist?
You plunge into the water, shining like a falling meteor.
The wings glided over the water, over the mountains, over the farms, and places without names.
The water is clear enough, but I can't stay too long, because I have to trek and set off when the sun shows my face.
With the roar of the lawn mower, I see your helpless eyes.
The desire to fly can only be severely stifled, and you are no better than human beings.
Once, you flew past me and nodded cordially to say hello to me.
I asked where you were going, and you said a habitat.
I want to be with you, but I can't escape the sharp iron cage.
You crossed the iceberg, hidden in countless bodies like you.
I can't find you, but I can feel your familiar breath.
Thank you for giving birth to new lives for the world, they are worthy of my praise.
The fluffy head is as vibrant as you. Gradually grew up and began to face a miserable life of competition.
The breeding ground is so magnificent, it seems that there are only you in the world,
only you singing and playing happily.
The way I love you is to knock with you lightly with my beak,
carefully comb the feathers for you, and
tell you that we will have a bright future.
On the stormy deck, we stayed and looked at, to see if we could look into the distance and
the hometown in our hearts. As soon as the waves stop, we will spread our wings again.
Shotguns, hunting dogs, it turns out that our dreams are so fragile, and it
turns out that we are too so, so we can only fall unwillingly and stop breathing.
Entering human territory, we hate the stench that is hard to get into the nose.
I have no choice but to be eroded into the waste gas and sewage like magic claws, and I can't get up again.
The way of life of the weak and the strong, if you lose your wings, you can only be destined to be swallowed.
The mother watched her little chick being eaten, but there was nothing she could do.
That picture of looking up to the sky and wailing made me cry.
When the birds migrate collectively,
how many can reach their destination in the end?
But they are still doing their best to fight for their dreams.
I can only describe the fragments in a few words.
Maybe others don't think this movie has any meaning.
There is no plot, no protagonist, and no results.
But I just like it stubbornly.
I like it to tell the laws of nature in a slow way, I
like to listen to the sound of tapping the diaphragm, I
like to feel the preciousness of life with my heart.
If you think you are still a person who loves life,
if you have one and a half hours at
your disposal, if you can pay attention and taste slowly
like me , then I hope you will watch it,
and then come back and tell I,
you, like it too.
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