I have seen that bird in my dreams countless times. In the deep tunnel, water dripped from the stone slabs onto the moss, surrounded by a halo of ink.
The bird flapped its wings in the murky water, with beautiful white wings and hurt eyes. I always remember it.
I stepped on the shallow water and walked toward it step by step. I just wanted to hug it.
The unreachable distance is between me and it, each grieving its own injury.
But, at that time, I didn't know what it meant.
A bird with wings but unable to fly is so hurt.
What's more, since we have no wings and look up at the sky for too long, we have the illusion that we are birds and can fly.
It's just that we never understood it at that time and thought that as long as we strive for it, we can succeed in anything.
Fly, fall, fly, fall, fly again.
So hurt, for whom? -------Tangtian