This is an obsession. You have an obsession, so you will not hesitate. Obsession is the nutrient of life, and the soul is always there.

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The mountain breeze caressed the mountains, grasslands, fields and the clumps of thorns. I forced myself to ignore the deep red in the thorns, but I couldn't. So the memory will flow down like a flood that burst its banks. I remember the day when I first met you, the sunshine seemed to be covered with gray. You are lying among thorns, and your thin body is dying. Only those clear eyes are still stubbornly open. Looking straight at me, I smiled. "What an interesting bird, but it's a pity that it's dying. Forget it. I've been lonely for so long. You can stay with me." I saved you and named you "Zhi". As everyone knows, the tie between us has just begun. It seems to be accidental, but it is actually an agreement. Life after that is almost the same as before, the only difference is that there is a little bird beside me. Also a little more joy. Playing with you in the grass, bathing in waterfalls, swinging in the Woods, the air has become fresher than ever. I remember those days, when the warm sunshine was always on my face, even the dazzling brilliance on the butterfly wings was not as good as it. We were the darling of God, and your arrival broke my frozen heart and let the warm current of time inject into it.

"Hey, if only you could talk to me!" I repeat this sentence almost every day, and my intuition tells me that you are not ordinary. And your eyes are becoming more and more obscure with this sentence, which seems to have a little more perseverance. I always feel that something will happen. There are always turbulent waves in a quiet life. You disappeared, just suddenly disappeared, leaving no trace. My world suddenly collapsed and my life seemed to be lost. I don't know what to do. I'm frantically looking for you. In any corner of the world, I just want to catch your figure, hope again and again, despair again and again, and cruel facts are in front of me-you really disappeared. The bird that brought me light and made me rely on went away like this. But I won't give up, because you gave me the courage to hope, and I will pursue it stubbornly. I was ecstatic when the bird that was very similar to you appeared in front of me. It can talk. But the way he looked at me at this moment was full of resentment. "You hurt it, you!" I opened my eyes wide and could hardly find my voice. "hold!" Your body is bright red, and that thorn pierced your body and tore your wings to pieces. "Why? Why? " I'm almost desperate. Suddenly, a song came into my ears, and your tired eyes were full of surprises. In this way, your singing pierced the space and missed the sunset. It seems that there is only one voice left in the whole world. You sang at the top of your lungs, and your singing was beautiful, loud and tragic. You just sing until the last drop of blood runs dry. But your eyes are full of smiles and contentment. "It couldn't make any noise originally, but for you, it made a deal with the devil, as long as she let the biggest and longest thorn stick through its body, it could have a sound." The little bird like you said sadly. I was shocked that you were willing to give your life to sing the only and last song in your life for my words. "Zhi", why are you so stupid? Holding your blood-soaked body, I cried.

Maybe, just like your name, you also have that persistence in your bones. You would rather let your sharpness be your own nutrient and nourish yourself with blood. Just to make a beautiful sound at the last moment of life. Persistence is a kind of obsession. You have obsession, so you will never hesitate. Obsession is the nutrient of life and the soul is always there. Today's wind seems to be whimpering softly, and it has never changed since ancient times. Will you look down at me in the sky through the magnificent glow?