The flocks of birds flying over the city we see when we look up may be the flocks of birds that are migrating for survival and commitment. They may have flown over the Alps, over the Rhine, over the Siberian steppe, over the Gulf of Mexico, maybe from the American West to Alaska, maybe from the North Pole to the South Pole... They look down on us They yearn for magnificent rivers and mountains, quiet villages, and elegant cities, but they soar in the sky just for life, and even start flying non-stop as soon as they are born, and they don’t even know when they will be consumed by predators or even Not knowing that one was accidentally shot down by a hunter... In the end, only tenacious beings reach the paradise of nature, the paradise of birds. Life is so great and yet so fragile.
Nonetheless, the beauty of nature is timeless. The white swans bent their necks in an arc to kiss, so the symbol of love, the heart shape, was displayed in front of our eyes; after the slender feet of the red-crowned crane landed, every step was full of rhythm and rhythm. Swan Lake dance drama, tango dance; the picture formed by the dragon flying over Venice; the night sky of the full moon, spread its wings and fly to the deck of a ship on the vast sea, ushering in a little one in the tiring long journey. Habitat...
moved by nature and love life.
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