That Boy

Kes, finished reading. What should I say? I really don't know what to say. Then don't say anything. But there is always something in my heart, not spitting out unhappy. That child's face, that face that made people stare at for a long time. Why is a child's face so "old" and tired, and a child's expression can be so bleak? He is not an ordinary child, he always has an incomprehensible mind. Only when he stares at the eagle hovering in the sky can his eyes reveal something. what is it then? I can't tell. But I feel that he has a little expectation, a little yearning, a little envy, and a little sadness. The poor boy has no father; his mother doesn't care about him, and his brother hates him. Life is very hard for him. He has to work, and the money he earns belongs to his mother; life in school is not easy, his classmates bully him and laugh at him; he has no friends and is alone with him. But he is a strong kid. Like all unhappy children, he must be strong. He didn't shed tears before the end, no matter how much humiliation he suffered, how cruel punishment he was. Boys do not cry, and men are not allowed to cry. He loves eagles, maybe he naively thinks that eagles carry his dream of flying freely. He thought that if he tamed the eagle, maybe he could truly have that dream. If I was destined to not fly, then please fly instead of me.

Taming an eagle is not easy. The boy is very monograph, very hard, and he enjoys it. He called out in the wilderness: "Kes! Kes!..." He succeeded, and the eagle flew towards him like a meteor and stopped firmly on his arm. No matter how far he went, she would Flying towards him will only stop on his arm. Seeing the flying eagle, the boy said: "Everything is quiet." I think he must be very happy at this moment. . . . . .

At the end of the film, the eagle was gone, and the boy called her name over and over again, in the forest, on the street, in the wilderness where they flew together. . . . . . The boy guessed right, it was the elder brother who killed the eagle, and the elder brother who killed her. He was angry, sad, painful, and desperate; for the first time, tears were drawn from that sad face. What a cruel thing to be taken away from hope and dream. Do you still remember that your beloved things were destroyed, your hopes were extinguished, and your dreams were denied and ridiculed? Like him, he once buried his head in the pillow and lost his voice in pain; the cry was extinguished, and to outsiders, it was just a vague whimper. Do you remember that there used to be a boy like that once around us, with a dull expression, thin and quiet. I don’t have many friends. I always play with myself alone. I also like animals and talk to them. Are they okay? What kind of adults have they become? Are they still lonely? Do they still have such a quiet world? Are their hearts still soft and sensitive? They should love and be loved. , They should be happy?

Looking at the boy silently burying his beloved eagle, I think we were all too weak at that time, and we still didn't have the power to protect what we love, stick to what we insist on, and strive for what we expect. The boy has experienced pain. Will he grow into a strong man or a shrinking coward? I believe it must be the former, because he has a pair of twinkling stubborn eyes. So what about us, buried our dead youth, where should I go and what kind of person should I become?

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