Eagle Song

The yellow-jawed snake climbed to a high mountain. It lay in the moist rock crevice, curled up, and looked at the sea below. The sun was shining high, the wind was blowing hot air into the sky, and the mountain springs were rushing along the canyon towards the ocean, hitting stones and making loud noises along the way... Suddenly, next to the coiled snake, a goshawk fell from the sky. Its chest was injured and its wings were bloody... The goshawk gave a short cry, and with helpless anger, it hit the hard rock with its chest. The snake was startled and ran away quickly. But it knew right away that this guy wouldn't live long. It crawled to the injured eagle and asked: "What, are you going to die?" "Yes, I am going to die," the eagle replied with a long sigh, "I have lived happily!... I have fought bravely!... I know the happiness of flying freely!... I have seen the vast sky... You will never see the sky so close!... Oh, you poor thing!" "Humph, what's so good about the sky? - An empty place, why should I go there? I'm very nice here... It's warm, humid, and very comfortable." The snake replied, secretly laughing at the eagle. It feels that no matter whether it is flying or crawling, there is only one ending. Everyone will lie on the ground and turn into dust... Why not arrange your life to be more comfortable and happy? But the injured eagle shook its wings, raised its body slightly, and looked at the canyon. The dark canyon was very stuffy and smelled of decay. The eagle gathered all its strength and cried out sadly and painfully, "Ah, just let me fly to the sky again! Even if I am broken into pieces... I will use the enemy's body to block the wound on my chest and use it to stop my bleeding... Ah, the happiness of fighting!..." The snake was thinking that since the eagle wanted to fly so much, it might be very pleasant to float in the sky. It gave this freedom-loving bird an idea: If you climb to the edge of the cliff and jump off, your wings may hold you up, and then you can fly for a while longer. The eagle trembled all over, shouted proudly, and walked hard to the edge of the cliff. When it got there, it spread its wings, took a deep breath, its eyes shone brightly, and jumped. It rolled on the rocks like a stone, fell down, and soon fell to the bottom of the valley. Its wings were broken, its feathers were lost, and its whole body was covered in blood... The spring water wrapped it in waves and rushed it into the sea. The waves made a mournful roar and hit the rocks... The eagle's body was no longer seen on the boundless sea. Two The yellow-jawed snake lay in the canyon and for a long time thought about the death of the eagle and its passion for the sky. What did this dead eagle see in the boundless sky? Why should we torture our body and soul with our love for flying freely before we die? Do you really enjoy flying? Let me also try the fun of flying! So, it rolled its body into a circle and jumped into the air with all its strength... Things that are born to crawl cannot fly. It soon fell on the rock. It was in great pain, but it laughed instead. It turns out that this is the joy of flying... Ridiculous silly bird! Instead of just staying on the ground, he insisted on flying high in the sky. In the vast sky, oxygen is scarce, life is rare, loneliness is lonely, and the cold is extremely cold. What fun is there? Still so proud and looking down on others. Use pride to cover up your stupid madness, use blaming others for mediocrity to cover up your own inability to enjoy life. What a ridiculous idiot! I have seen the sky and know what flying is about. I believe in myself more now. Let those fools who are not down-to-earth live by fantasy. I am aware of current affairs, pay attention to reality, and live a good life. I grew up in the grass, and I live in mud caves and rock crevices. The snake sat proudly on the stone. The waves of the sea hit the shore with such violence that the rocks trembled. Amid its overwhelming roar was a thunderous cry of praise: "We celebrate the madness of the brave! Stupid madness is the wisdom of life! " O fearless eagle! You shed blood in the battle, flew and died in the sea for freedom... But your spirit of fighting and dying for freedom is like a spark, burning in the darkness, burning in the hearts of many brave people. Of course you are dead! ... But among the songs of thousands of brave and strong people, you will always be a living example! "We celebrate the madness of the brave!"