A kiwi has worked hard to erect trees on the cliff, just to experience the feeling of flying over the forest like other birds, but the price of the experience is life. As he "flyed" over the "forest" he felt that he had grown wings and, like other birds, did their most ordinary things, though the wings were nothing more than wings. When flying, the background music also becomes wonderful, like a dream. He closed his glasses and enjoyed it, enjoying the dream that seemed out of reach to him before, and disappeared into the mist in the mountains, leaving behind two lines of flying tears and a final snap. It was fun to watch at first, he tied the rope, tickled with his long mouth, the way he ran, he used the pegs, wiped the sweat, applauded his achievements, and of course with his feet. When he put on the goggles and jumped off the cliff without hesitation, he was shocked and moved again. He is a persistent dream catcher, a simple martyr. Everyone who strives to pursue their dreams deserves respect.
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