Chapter 8 1974

great bird There is a very high hall. There is a bird's nest under the eaves of the temple, The nest is warm and dry. The master is a bird, grooming feathers, A few dragonflies fly below, Make stagnant water shimmer slightly. The bird overlooks the shadow of the water by chance, suddenly found myself small; There seems to be an ant in the hall, Looking down to explore the brain. "My God! Is this me? Could it be?" The little bird began to be very distressed. It tries to hold its head high, The contrast hasn't changed a bit. The little bird started to cry, Dragonfly had no choice but to come to advise.

When the little bird said the reason for being sad, Dragonfly could not help but smile slightly. The dragonfly crawls beside the bird's ear, Tell it a trick: as long as you do so, The hall can become an ant nest. Although Xiaoniao was a little dubious, But still willing to see. It flies out of its lovely nest, Look for the smallest piece of standing water. Finally found-- The size is like a walnut. Bird stands firm, Start to compare with the main hall. "Ha, how ridiculous, how ridiculous! I spread my wings and covered the hall. " suddenly great bird, A festive dance was performed.

"Who said I lived there? Pooh!It's all rumours, rumours! That's ten cylinders, It's harder than a feather for me! " In a drenched world, There was a drenched bird. It can no longer return to the nest, With great pride. cocky lake The breeze blew a word of admiration. The lake is proud, Every wave trembles with joy: "I am vast, Beyond time and space, The world trembles at me, I am the limit of all greatness! " "Not necessarily?" Breeze sent another heartfelt message. The lake can't help but wrinkle its face, Floating cloud flakes were found:

"You are but the breath of my breath, How dare you speak wild words! My greatness is a must! My greatness is the pinnacle of the pinnacle! The clouds float quietly, With a faint smile on his face: "You can follow the river, Go to the beach and have a look. " The lake can't stand it, and began to yell: "Compare right here, I will not be deceived! "This kind of ghostly living It has long been stigmatized for thousands of years! No matter how dare you deceive the public, Beware of being torn to shreds! " Yun Duo yawned, Seems a bit tired: "If you really want to compare,

Just look at the blue sky above. " The lake is furious, Just break through the embankment frantically. It will drown the whole earth, Come and compare the length and radius with the sky. (It's better to drown the sky too, Swallow the hateful cloud alive! ) The lake is flooding, Yun Duo began to take a nap. It feels the sound of the water dying away, There are still some frogs sighing in the hidden place... When clouds drift from short dreams, But no bright lake can be found, Only a stinking swamp, Collapsed in the middle of the barren hills. flower island There used to be a beautiful island called Flower Island,

In the morning, the flowers and colors are changing rapidly like the morning glow, At night, the flower dew shines like stars. There are countless golden bees among the flowers, All day and all night, they work hard to pollinate and make honey. They bred many new varieties, Make the flowers on the island change with each passing day. The poisonous wheat in the corner hates it, For it has no place in the garden. In order to realize his evil ambition of dominating the entire island, It has resorted to the poisonous trick of sowing discord. It sometimes calls brother and brother affectionately,

Sometimes pretending to be an old man showing off his beard, When I gradually become familiar with the flowers, He explained the so-called "revolutionary problem". "You know the bee does not make nourishment, With neither leaves nor roots, They will only crawl on your heads and eat ready-made ones, Purely a parasite class..." The flowers were unfortunately deceived by the poisonous wheat, Started at odds with bees, Upon hearing the bee's passionate singing, He hurriedly closed the beautiful corolla tightly. The bee has no honey to gather and has to go far across the sea,

Hua'er was very happy when "exploitation" was eliminated, But since then no flower seeds have been produced, Because there is no one to pass the pollen on. The flowers began to cry with regret, The weed in the corner is very proud, Taking advantage of the wind to sow horned and thorny weed seeds, Occupy all the fertile flowerbeds. The last flower uses its petals as letterhead, Write down the truth in exchange for pain. The petals fluttered and fell into the blue sea, The sea tide rushed to the sky with Hua's suicide note.