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In myths, the Phoenix has beautiful wings that allow it to
fly freely and gracefully in the sky. Babbling children have wings of
imagination, dreaming of the world around them before they step into
society. Angels have white feathered wings, symbolizing peace, tranquility,
and warmth.
I yearn for wings, wings like a bird that can soar through the sky. I yearn
for wings, wings like childhood imagination. I yearn for wings, wings as
beautiful as an angel's.
Birds' wings are often broken by hunters' guns, and childhood wings fade
away in the reality of life. Only angels' wings are safe and secure, but
they live in a distant paradise.
Dream wings are replaced by the earnest teachings of parents and teachers:
the middle school and high school entrance exams are the only way to achieve
your dreams. Wings must be replaced by legs like a turtle, crawling step by
step on the ground.
Who can tell me where my wings are?
The middle school entrance exam is like an invisible line, pulling me like a
kite that can never break free from its string. After the middle school
entrance exam comes the high school entrance exam, then employment. Oh, it
turns out that life is the string that endlessly pulls us, the kite. When
one day the kite is torn apart and falls to the ground, the string is still
tightly wrapped around it.
Some say that if the kite string is broken, the kite can fly freely. But no,
the string is still attached to the broken kite, forever casting a shadow on
it.
So, I want a pair of wings, wings that can fly without relying on external
forces, wings that are free, sunny, and happy without any shadows. When that
day comes true, I will dance in the blue sky and proudly proclaim to
everyone: I have wings, wings that belong to me!
The grass yearns for rain, flowers yearn to bloom, eagles yearn for the blue
sky, horses yearn to run, streams yearn for the river and sea, and I yearn
for wings. |
