Chapter 36 Section 10 Hitchhiking meets road bandits

When I came to that hotel again, the minister was very polite to me.She regarded me as Heizi's friend, and even her potential customer. When I came to this hotel for the third time, I encountered a large truck with a license plate from a province in the northwest.The chef unloaded two iron cages from the carriage, one of which contained the goshawk.I don't know if those goshawks were injected with anesthesia, but when I saw them, they were awake.After traveling thousands of kilometers, from the northwest to the southeast, across thousands of mountains and rivers, and suffering from hunger and cold all the way, they are still full of energy and do not see any fatigue.They are silent, and there is an awe-inspiring and inviolable kingly arrogance in the silence.Their eyes are piercing, making people dare not look at them closely.

This is the goshawk, the goshawk I have seen countless times when I was a child.It is extremely strong, brave and fearless, nothing can stop its wings from flying, nothing can make it retreat in fear.It is the true king of the vast sky.It would rather starve to death than devour carrion and dead bodies; it has noble blood flowing in its body, and it is a nobleman among birds; it is not at all like that ugly fellow called a vulture among its kind.There are many members in the eagle family, some sneak out at night like rats, some follow behind the beasts to beg for a little leftovers, some fight against family members for a little food, and goshawks It has never been like this, it is a real man who values ​​family affection.

That day, when I saw the goshawk in the cage, I couldn't help crying.He is a handsome, pure and pure prince who was captured alive on his way to trouble, locked in an iron cage, and transported to the execution ground.And it didn't even know that the butcher knife was already on its neck. On the southern coast, there is a dish that is stewed with Gastrodia elata and eagles. It is said that this dish can cure migraine. Later, I heard that this hotel is run by several owners in partnership, and one of the owners is from the Northwest. After the big truck unloaded the two iron cages, it drove away.It rumbled on the asphalt road in the suburbs, like Guderian's heavy tank.I stopped a motorcycle and told the driver to keep up with the big truck.The motorcycle driver spoke stickily, as if there was phlegm in his throat that he couldn't finish spitting out.

The big truck was unstoppable all the way, and the motorcycle staggered and stumbled behind.The driver repeatedly stated that he would give up chasing, and repeatedly bargained with me on the motorcycle. The price started at 10 yuan, and it skyrocketed all the way to 20, 30, 40... Every time the driver spit, the price would increase by 10 yuan.Motorcycles are getting farther and farther away from big trucks, while the price is getting higher and higher. Fortunately, the big truck was about to enter the highway and was stopped at the toll booth. The cars waiting to pay the toll were lined up tens of meters, and the motorcycle finally approached the big truck's buttocks panting.I gave the motorbike driver 100 yuan, and the motorbike driver smiled slyly and said, "There is no money to change." I didn't care about arguing with him anymore, and ran to the big truck.

I stood on the right door of the big truck, opened the door as soon as I stretched out my hand, and leaned in.The driver was a strong young man with the flush of the northwest plateau on his face.There is also a middle-aged man sleeping behind the cab, he is the owner of the car.From northwest to southeast, the big truck needs to be driven for three days and two nights, and the two of them drive in rotation. Under the surprised eyes of the driver, I sat down firmly, took out a pack of Yuxi cigarettes from my pocket, and put them on the driving platform.I have always been reluctant to smoke this pack of cigarettes, it is for Heizi.I said in the Northwest dialect: "I want to go back to my hometown in the Northwest, and the Xiangdang will take me with me."

The driver smiled when he heard my pure native dialect.The owner of the car got up, looked at me, and said hesitantly: "We will not go to the northwest." I said that I would pay all their expenses along the way, "Meal money and cigarette money are all mine." The owner of the car He didn't make a sound anymore, and fell asleep again. Big trucks are speeding down the highway and so is my heart.I didn't expect to break into the poaching gang so smoothly. The driver's nickname is Fatty.Fatty and I talked about my younger brother who is also a sports car. In the year when I visited the poaching gang unannounced, my younger brother also learned to drive.

The younger brother contracted 10 acres of land, and cultivated a few acres of land in the family, and he only lost his belly all year round.That year he saw that there was no profit in farming, so he wanted to learn to drive, but he couldn't afford 3,500 yuan. Later, he told me his idea in a roundabout way.As soon as my salary for the month was paid, I mailed it all to him. After the younger brother learned to drive, there was no car for him to drive, and the family could not afford a car.At that time, the life of the family depended entirely on my salary, and my sister only had 80 yuan a month.I still remember that when I visited my sister in the junior high school in the town, my sister said with tears: "The class I lead is the first in every exam. Why do I only receive 80 yuan a month? The teacher is not as good as me, so why do I get 800 yuan a month?" The younger sister said that she was looking forward to salary payment every month, but also worried about salary payment, holding the thin ten-yuan bills in her hand, she felt very painful and humiliated.On the day when the salary was paid, the public teachers went to the cafeteria in the town to eat, and she hid in her room and wept.When it was time for class, she wiped away her tears and walked into the classroom with textbooks and textbooks under her arms.

Later, a relative found a job for his younger brother as a "car follower".Follow the car baby is Northwest's name for those children who help drivers and car owners.Car boys are usually about 18 years old, but they work harder than drivers and car owners. They load and unload cars, clean and wash cars, and do all chores with car boys, but they don't receive wages and only eat with the boss.I once saw my younger brother when he was a chauffeur. It was the Spring Festival. His palms and backs were all cracked, bleeding, and his face was covered with chilblains.Just after the Spring Festival, my brother went to the sports car again.

Relying on diligence and winking, the younger brother was finally able to touch the steering wheel.The owner of the car saw that his younger brother was good at driving, so when he encountered a flat road, he gave it to his younger brother to drive.In this way, the younger brother gradually became a big truck driver, running long-distance freight. The fat man said: "My experience is the same as your brother's. I followed the first boss and worked as a chauffeur for three years. Later, I could touch the steering wheel and left." Our distance suddenly shortened. The car boss behind him snored.The fat man said that this was already the fifth boss he worked with.Every once in a while, he would pull a cart of apples from the northwest to the city in the south. When he returned, he would bring fruits from the south, sometimes bananas, sometimes oranges, and sometimes clothing.

"Clothes? Go to a garment factory?" I asked casually. The fat man said: "What kind of clothing factory? It's so expensive. They pull out old clothes." The fat man looked at me warily, and said, "You're not a reporter, are you?" I deliberately smiled and asked him: "Do you think I look like a reporter?" The fat man laughed at himself and said, "I don't think so. The reporters there are all fat and white, wearing glasses, and getting red envelopes and gifts as soon as they go out. You are definitely not a reporter." I said, "That's right, I don't know what a red envelope is." It is true that I have been in the industry for so many years, and I have never received a red envelope.I always do unannounced visits, as long as I can get out of it, thank God, who will give me a red envelope?

This is the first time I heard of this kind of clothing, and later people called this kind of clothing foreign garbage.Fatty said that sometimes, they would drive to Lufeng and pull a cart of clothes in plastic bags from a small fishing village by the sea. Each plastic bag contained dozens of colorful old clothes.These clothes were all picked up from foreign garbage dumps, crematoriums, and hospitals. Some clothes had holes, some had blood stains on them, and of course some clothes were in good condition, but they were all old and worn by someone.The fat man said that some people used ships to pull the old clothes from many countries there, and then scattered them to all parts of the country.These rags are sold by the catty in small fishing villages by the sea, but they are sold by the piece in other places. "You can see how good the business will be when you think about it," said the fat man. The big trucks are just for transportation. After the bosses in the northwest and southeast coast contact the source of goods, they will notify the truck owner, and the truck owner and driver are on the road.Sometimes there are some private goods in the carriage, such as the two iron cages containing goshawks. The shipping cost of private goods is much higher than that of normal goods. That day, I asked Fatty, what is the name of that small fishing village?The fat man said that he knew the road, but he forgot the name.I didn't ask any more questions. As dusk fell, the big truck pulled off the highway and drove along a rough asphalt road.The road is so narrow that only two cars can pass side by side.There were few cars driving on the road, and the bright lights of the cars in the dark woods on the side of the road looked extremely gloomy. The fat man said that they were going to pull oranges in a village. The fat man asked me what kind of business I was in, and I said I was a snake dealer.I sold all the knowledge I learned in unannounced visits to poaching gangs to Fatty.I talked about how to catch snakes, how to sell them, who is buying them, and who is consuming them... The fat man said: "You dare to catch poisonous snakes, you are really good." My learning and selling now won the trust of the fat man. The big truck turned a corner, and suddenly saw a few people standing in the middle of the road ahead, waving to the big truck.There was another person lying on the ground with blood all over his body and face.Twenty or thirty meters away, the fat man stopped and looked nervously at the group of people in front of him.I said in surprise: "Oh, there was a car accident." The fat man didn't say a word, and I heard his panting. Those people ran towards the big truck, waving as they ran, with anxiety written all over their faces.The fat man stepped on the accelerator suddenly, and the big truck roared forward like a beast, and those people quickly dodged on both sides of the road.I saw cursing mouths on their distorted faces, and someone picked up stones from the side of the road and threw them at large trucks.The glass on the fat man's side was broken, but he didn't care about it and held on to the steering wheel tightly.The big truck rushed to the injured man, who was terrified and rolled to the side of the road.Big trucks roared by. After driving for a few kilometers, the fat man stopped the truck on the side of the road.At this time, the owner of the car also woke up, and he kept asking: "What's the matter? What's the matter?" The fat man turned around.I saw blood dripping from his face, dripping onto his clothes, and the front of his clothes was bright red. The owner of the car took out a roll of toilet paper from the back seat and stuffed it to the fat man.The fat man tore off a handful and covered the wound on his head.Then, the owner of the car drove, and the fat man lay on the back seat. I watched with horror. After I helped the fat man wipe off the blood on his face, I asked him, "How do you know that group of people are thieves?" The fat man said: "There are no shops in front of the village, and there is no car coming for a long time. How could someone be hit by a car? Even if it wasn't hit by a car, it was injured at home, and it would have been taken to the hospital a long time ago. Only a fool would wait here. I knew these guys were thieves at a glance." The fat man had a smile on his face, and he was proud of his correct judgment. I said with shame: "I just thought it was someone who was injured and going to the hospital." The fat man said: "This kind of thing can be encountered along the way. If you are unlucky, you may encounter it several times. I only grew my mind after suffering." When Fatty first started his sports car, he was once stopped by someone, saying that he was going to deliver a pregnant woman, but there was indeed a pregnant woman lying on the side of the road, moaning all the time, as if she was about to give birth.The fat man felt compassion, but just as he got out of the car, a knife was put on his neck.In the end, his money was robbed and he was beaten. The fat man said, this is the best ending, some people were robbed of their cars, some people were killed by robbers. The fat man said that after that, even if he saw someone dying on the side of the road, he would not stop the car.There are so many thieves and liars now that you can't tell the difference. There was a burst of sadness in my heart. A few years later, the "Peng Yu case" came out in Nanjing.Peng Yu was sued by the family of the old lady because he helped the old lady who fell to the ground, saying that Peng Yu knocked down the old lady and caused the old lady to fracture.Later, the court sentenced Peng Yu to compensate the old lady for tens of thousands of yuan in medical expenses and other expenses.Shanghai launched a "fishing law enforcement". The law enforcement officers colluded with the "hook" and took the patient in a private car. After arriving at the destination, the "hook" pulled out the car key, and the law enforcement officers showed up. The kind private car owner let the "patient" ride, It became an illegal operation and suffered huge fines. Highway robbers, the "Peng Yu case", fishing law enforcement... Compared with the liars I wrote about before, this kind of people are more hateful.What they deceive is the sympathy and kindness of human beings, and what they challenge is the bottom line of human morality.When the schemes of such people succeed again and again, when the kindness of well-meaning people is trampled and ravaged again and again, who will do good deeds again?Everyone is indifferent to the difficulties of others. Does this society still have conscience and justice? The proficient snake catching skills and snake sales channels I talked about, and my brother is also engaged in long-distance freight, made the fat man and the car owner no longer wary of me.Northwest men are naturally honest and simple, less defensive, and now they don't treat me as an outsider. We ate in a small city, the restaurant was opened by a Northwesterner.His customers are mainly these car owners and drivers traveling between the South and Northwest.The restaurant deals in meat buns, noodle skins and various pasta, all of which are Northwest foods.I once heard my younger brother say that their long-distance freight drivers go to designated restaurants and guest houses every time they arrive in a city.These are also run by Northwesterners.To eat and stay in such restaurants and guest houses, one is safe, and the other is delicious food. Noodles are the main food in Northwest China, so the meals are very cheap. The three of us spent less than 40 yuan to eat freely.I gave the money to the restaurant owner first, which made both the car owner and the fat man feel embarrassed. That night, the car stopped in a village next to the town to pack oranges, and the three of us slept in a guest house. Being a driver is a lonely profession. In addition to driving, he sleeps every day and rarely has the opportunity to talk to people.Therefore, drivers are generally very talkative, because talking to people is a hard-won opportunity for them. The fat man asked me, "How much money can you make by catching snakes and selling them?" I said, "Not much. From Guizhou to the coastal cities in the south, we loaded up dozens of snakes and made them fearful. We still earned less than 1,000 yuan for this trip." The fat man said, "It's too dangerous to catch a snake. If you don't manage to get bitten by a poisonous snake, you will die. You might as well catch an eagle and sell it." I said, "Eagle makes money. An eagle costs 1,000 yuan, but we can't figure out how to do it." The fat man opened his mouth, and just about to say something, the owner of the car hummed twice, as if his throat was blocked by phlegm.The fat man looked at the owner of the car, and swallowed back what he was about to say. At five o'clock in the morning the next day, the big truck was loaded with oranges, and we left the town. The car was driving along the narrow asphalt road, and I asked why I didn't take the highway.The owner of the car said that if you take the expressway this trip, you will spend a lot of money, and you can save as much as you can, and what you save is what you earn. At the end of the asphalt road, there is a cinder road, which is paved with soot from the furnace pit.Such roads are called simple roads.This is an almost abandoned road with few pedestrians on the road. The big truck continued to move forward, and suddenly saw that the road was cut off.With no other choice, the big truck had no choice but to drive into the nearby baogu field and slowly drive forward along the small ridge in the field.There are other ruts on the small ridge, obviously other vehicles have followed the same pattern before. A few young people sat beside the field ridge, smoking cigarettes, squinting at the approaching truck with playful smiles.Boss Che also saw those young people, and his face was full of nervousness.He had already realized that he had fallen into a trap today. The fat man said, "Let me drive." The fat man and the owner of the car changed seats in the cab, and the car crawled forward slowly like a snail, with the grain stalks on the side of the road rubbing against the body.After the car drove by, it shook a few times and stood upright again.I saw displeasure on the faces of those young people. The car drove out of Baogudi cautiously, and those young people suddenly ran over.They slammed on the doors and pulled us all down.I looked back and saw that several corn stalks had been knocked to the ground. An older young man with the appearance of a leader demanded that the owner of the car pay 1,000 yuan in compensation. With an embarrassed smile on his face, the owner of the car said: "We knocked down the grain, and we will compensate you. But what kind of grain do you want, why do you want 1,000 yuan?" The leader raised his arms, making a gesture to hit the taxi boss, who shrank into a ball in fright.A young man next to him said, "What kind of grain? This is the experimental field of the Chinese Academy of Sciences. I asked you for less than 1,000 yuan." I stopped the man who looked like the leader, and said calmly: "If you have something to say, let's talk." Then, I pulled the leader and walked to the side. The leader poked his neck and said, "Just talk about anything here." I smiled and said, "Brother, it's really inconvenient here, let's go to the side." In fact, he looks younger than me. The leader was pushed and pulled by me to leave the big truck for more than ten meters.I always have a smile on my face, and his face is always full of doubts.I saw that our conversation could no longer be heard, so I took my hand away from the leader's shoulder.I said: "Brother, it's convenient, I'm taking this car. I have an urgent interview mission, and I want to interview one of your county magistrates." I took out my work card from my body and showed it to him.At that time, I did not have a press card. Those who managed family planning and drafted announcements at the newspaper had press cards, but I did not. The leader took my work card and checked it over and over again. There was a newspaper seal on it.There was a hesitant look on his face. He asked, "Which county magistrate did you interview?" I said a name indiscriminately. A county generally has seven chief and deputy county magistrates, and as many as nine to eleven. The leader believed my words, but he remained silent. I took the opportunity to say: "Brother, look at this. It is not easy for you to cultivate the land. If you knock down the corn stalks, you have to pay for it. Please stay with me. I must pay for this money." I took it out of my pocket. He took out a hundred yuan and handed it to him.He hesitated to take it. I walked to the big truck, the chief followed.With a wave of my hand, the owner of the car and the fat man returned to the truck.The big truck was driving forward, and a sentence came up from under the car: "Reporter? What's so great about a reporter!" Che Boss looked at me warily: "Are you a reporter?" I said, "Where am I a reporter, I told them that I know many reporters. They won't let me go, so I will call the reporter to come over." The owner of the car offered me one hundred yuan, but I declined; he offered it to me again, and I declined again;Since then, the car owner's attitude towards me has improved a lot, and he is no longer as lukewarm as before. The owner of the car asked me what I was doing in the northwest. I said, I am going to the Northwest to see where there are eagles for sale. I used to do snake business, but I heard that the profit of the eagle business is much higher than that of snakes. Boss Che said: "I do know those who catch eagles, you are looking for the right one." I pretended to be very surprised, and looked at him happily: "Ah, brother, thank you so much." He waved his hand and said, "I think you are a very honest brother, so I will tell you. However, eagles are rare now, and they are hard to catch. I don't know if you are running empty this time." I asked, "I've always wondered, the eagle flies so high, how do you think people can catch it?" The owner of the car said: "Who is the most powerful in this world? Humans! Humans are the most intelligent and cruel animals in the world. You can't tell whether a human is a herbivore or a carnivorous animal. All other animals are It’s enough to be satisfied and full. Humans are animals that eat more and occupy more, and are not greedy. Humans have a heart, and they are animals that can play tricks and tricks, while those animals have no heart. Are tigers powerful? No one is not afraid, but humans A trap is dug, and the tiger falls into it. So, people are the scariest thing in the world." I continued to ask: "Eagle flies in the sky, but humans can't fly. How can humans catch it?" The owner of the car said: "The eagle will not always fly in the air. It will always fall, and when it falls, people can find a way to catch it." I asked, "How to arrest the law?" The owner of the car gestured with his hands and said, "Have you ever seen an eagle? Everyone in the Northwest should have seen an eagle. When the eagle lands, it dives, and when it rises into the air, it flies obliquely. It doesn't fall straight like a helicopter. Fly, so that people have a chance. Those people first set up a net in the woods, surrounded it on all sides, put a live chicken in the middle, tied its legs, and the chicken flapped its wings, but it couldn't fly. Flying in the air, when it sees a live chicken, it will fly down. The eagle's eyes are very powerful. It flies thousands of meters in the air, and it can see even a grasshopper jumping on the ground. People have to hide and hide tightly. , don’t let the eagle find out. When the eagle flies, it circles and flies. It flies like this, in fact, it is reconnaissance, to see if there is any danger, and if there is an ambush. Its flying radius is getting smaller and smaller, and it realizes that there is no danger. I swooped down. The speed was really fast, like lightning. The chicken was terrified, and the sound didn’t seem to come from the chicken’s throat. Scary, very scary. The eagle grabbed the chicken and flew away. Can't fly, fly again, still can't fly, the chicken's legs are tied with a rope, and the rope is tied to a tree. As soon as people hear the sound of the chicken change, and hear the sound of the eagle's wings, they suddenly go from Come out of the ambush. As soon as the eagle sees people, it will drop the chicken and try to fly. Because the eagle flies upwards obliquely, and because it panics, it will hit the net at once. The net is made of nylon rope. The struggle became tighter and tighter, until finally I had no strength left, so I had no choice but to let go.” After I heard it, I was amazed.It was man who caught the eagle by base means and subterfuge. Boss Che said: "There are even more amazing ones. Some eagle hunters train the pigeons to be very smart, and use the pigeons as bait to catch hawks." "Puge" is a pigeon, which is a common name for pigeons in the northwest area. I asked curiously: "How to catch eagles with catfishes?" Boss Che said: "There are a lot of jujube thorns in the northwest, and they are everywhere. You should know about jujube thorns, right? The jujube thorns are the ecstasy array." I nod.My father used to make pigtails, and pigtails were made with jujube thorns.The scientific name of jujube thorns is thorns, and it is the kind of thing that Lian Po carried on his back when he asked Lin Xiangru for the thorns. The owner of the car said: "Some pugees are very smart. Pugees can send letters. Just think about how smart they are. Pugees wander in the wilderness, and people lie in ambush on the ground. They wear sacks on their bodies. The sacks are khaki. Eagles can't see them." I can't tell whether it is a sack or a mound. When the eagle sees the pigeon, it swoops down. When the eagle is about to approach the ground, the pigeon suddenly gets into the thorn. The hawk cannot dodge it in time, and it will land on the thorn. The thorns caught the eagle's talons and wings, and the eagle could not fly. The man stood up suddenly and covered the eagle with the sack that was on his body. The eagle was caught like this." The more I listened, the more shocked I became. It turned out that the King of the Sky was captured by human tricks. The owner of the car said: "The eagle is a very stubborn animal. Sometimes it would rather die than be caught. Some eagles were caught by jujube thorns and continued to burrow into the jujube thorns. In the end, they were bloody and bloody. After bleeding, they died. Some eagles managed to break free from the snares, but their wings were broken, and they couldn’t fly high, so they crashed headfirst on a cliff or a tree. They would rather die than surrender. Eagles are fierce men.” I am overwhelmed with emotion.Eagles have always been my idols in my childhood and teenage years.Its heroic posture of fighting the sky has been sealed in the depths of my memory.No matter when, no matter where I am, whether it will die or not, it will live forever in my heart. Speaking of eagles, I said that it is difficult to see eagles in the wild animal trading markets in the south now. I don’t know how many there are in the northwest.The eagle may also be on the verge of extinction. Boss Che said: "Is the trading market you mentioned just in the suburbs? There is a building next to it, which is often haunted by ghosts." I asked curiously, "How do you know about being haunted?" Boss Che said solemnly: "In the beginning, a woman died in that building. Later, every night, I could hear that female ghost walking upstairs and downstairs in high heels. In the end, those who did not move were frightened." I have to move away, who dares to live with the female ghost?" The owner of the car knows this wild animal trading market, which means he has been there.The outsiders who have been there have only one purpose, to deliver goods to the market.Obviously, the owner of the car has delivered goods to the wild animal market, and he has inextricable connections with poaching gangs. I wanted to ask him, but I was worried that it would make him suspicious. Boss Che continued to talk about eagles. It seems that he is very familiar with the living habits of eagles.His transport to the Eagles was by no means a one-off or two-off either. When the eagle was first born, its parents loved it very much. The mother eagle stayed in the nest to take care of the baby, and the father went out to hunt for food.Like human families, eagle families are harmonious and loving. Usually, the father eagle only needs to hunt its own food, but now, it eats at least two and a half times more than before.The kitty has a good appetite and eats a lot, and it grows very fast. Father Eagle can hardly cope with this overload of work. He is often exhausted and cannot feed his family.When the chick was one month old, the mother eagle had to put the chick in the nest and go hunting with her husband. At this time, the eaglet can't fly yet, its wings are not plump enough, and its beak is not hard enough.It is very dangerous to leave the eaglet alone in the nest, because there will be all kinds of predators following the scent, wolves, jackals, wild cats, poisonous snakes, snow leopards... Of course, there are more cunning people.The mother eagle can't fly too far, it has to take care of the chicks. In order to guard against the invasion of various natural enemies, the nests of eagles are generally built on cliffs.The entrance to the lair is very small, and there are jagged and sharp stones all over the passage leading from the entrance to the lair.Every time the eagle goes in and out of its nest, it has to endure the pain of being sharpened by sharp stones.The purpose of choosing such a nest is to prevent those huge natural enemies from getting in, including humans of course. The baby eagle grows up slowly and eats more, but the life pressure of the eagle father and the eagle mother is even greater.They have to get up early and work late to fly farther.Even so, the Kitty Hawk family still had nothing to eat. In order to train the eaglet's ability to adapt to nature in the future, the eagle father and mother eagle sometimes bring some live prey into the nest and let the eaglet fight with them.The weak little eagle will often be caught bloody and bruised by these desperately fighting prey, but the eagle father and mother eagle will not help.They want to train the kitty's ability to venture into the rivers and lakes alone in the future. When the eaglet grows up to three months old, its wings have gradually grown, its claws and beaks are hard enough, and it has the ability to live alone.At this time, it must learn to stand on its own. Only in this way, the family of three will not starve to death; only in this way, can the little eagle grow into a real eagle. The mother eagle pushed the chick to the exit of the nest.Previously, the kitty had never stepped out of the nest.It doesn't know that there are all kinds of unpredictable dangers in this world, and of course there are bright sunshine and blooming flowers.Although it is full of infinite attachment to the warmth of the nest and the comfort of food and clothing, the mother eagle pushes it out of the nest resolutely. Below the lair lies a dark abyss, swift rivers, and dense thorns. The little eagle used all its strength to fly.If it does not fly, it will fall on a rock as sharp as a knife and be cut into pieces; it will fall into the boundless darkness and be swallowed by the river.Although the little eagle kept flapping its wings, it kept falling.It stretched its wings to the maximum extent during the fall, and it gradually felt the strong wind in the valley.The wind supports the little eagle, and the little eagle has experienced the ability to control the wind and the ability to avoid danger in its first flight.Decades ago, people often used a word in books and compositions: the first flight of the young eagle.The word seems to be imbued with revolutionary heroism and revolutionary romanticism.In fact, Kitty Eagle's first flight is not heroic or romantic at all. It is forced to survive, and it is also for survival. The kitty's first flight usually covers three kilometers.A distance of three kilometers is enough to be far away from a nest that has lived for three months.Since then, Kitty started to live independently. In the kingdom of eagles, there is a kind of vulture eagle, which has the demeanor of a noble animal like an eagle. It is said that the lifespan of a vulture eagle can be as long as 60 years. Halfway through its life, its claws have aged, and a thick layer of calluses has grown from its once sharp beak, while its wings There is also a layer of derivatives underneath, which becomes thick and heavy, and can no longer fly freely in the sky.At this time, the vulture eagle is powerless to prey, and it has only two choices, either to sit and wait for death to come, or to be reborn from the ashes. All vultures make the latter choice.They choose a rocky cliff, visited only by the wind, difficult even for apes.They slammed their beaks against the stone wall again and again, knocking off the calluses and the old beak together.Drenched in blood, they wait for new beaks to grow back. After growing new beaks, they pulled out the nails on their claws one by one, and pulled out the feathers one by one. They waited for the new life in pain.This bone-piercing pain will allow them to reap the 30 years of life in the second half of their lives.This pain can last up to three months.During the three-month rebirth from the ashes, they have to endure unimaginable difficulties and dangers. They may die of pain or starvation, or a snow leopard bobcat and boa constrictor may suddenly break in.If that's the case, they can just sit and wait. Three months later, if the eagle eagle is not dead, its new life will start again. No animal is as tenacious as the vulture eagle, even the wild wolf, which has always been fierce in people's hearts, is far behind. I am always full of admiration for the tenacious life of eagles.