Although the birds seem to be flying around uncertainly, they are actually very diligent and usually go out early and come back late.

Below is a children's story about a bird for your reference. I hope you like it!

The lazy bird The bird is stupid and very lazy. It does nothing but eat, play and sleep every day.

All the children with him went to learn to fly, but he did not go.

Friends asked him: "Benben, won't you study with us?" Benben said: "It's useless to learn that. I have my parents to protect me, so I don't need to study."

"But Benben, you are a little bird. You can't fly, so how do you live?" the friend continued.

Benben said impatiently: "It's so annoying. I don't want to learn. I just don't want to learn. I'm going to eat something good." The friends shook their heads, sighed, and went to practice flying.

Benben was tasting the food alone, stretching from time to time and muttering: Look how stupid they are!

There are so many delicious things to eat instead of learning something useless.

I really don’t understand it.

After a month, my friends all learned to fly and dance in the sky.

They meet to see Benben.

"Benben, wow, why have you become so fat? We learned to fly, look, Benben," the friends said jumping.

Benben opened his sleepy eyes and said, "You guys are so noisy. I don't know how to do it, and I won't learn. You don't care if I'm so fat. I don't need you to care. Go away. It's really annoying. It disturbs my sweet dreams."

And my delicious food." The friends turned around and flew away helplessly.

Benben yawned and went back to sleep.

At this time, a snake climbed up the big tree and quietly crawled towards Benben.

Benben turned around, frowning, not noticing the danger behind him.

The snake spit out its core and got closer and closer to Benben. It opened its mouth and was about to swallow Benben.

Friends in the sky saw all this and rushed down like rockets, "Stupid, wake up quickly, run quickly, there is danger."

Benben quickly opened his eyes and flapped his wings. Unexpectedly, he rolled down the branch with a grunt.

The snake didn't give up and chased after it again.

In an emergency, the friends worked together to catch Benben and bring Benben to a safe place before they were out of danger.

Benben was very grateful to his friends for saving his life, but when he thought of his attitude just now, his face turned red with embarrassment.

He whispered: "I'm sorry just now, thank you for saving me. I was wrong. I want to learn to fly from you, can you teach me?" Friends said: "Of course, it's just..." Benben lowered his head

"It's just what?" "You, you have to lose weight first, otherwise how will your round belly work?" Friends said with a smile, "Hahaha, stupid, we were kidding you. Let's go

, we teach you to learn to fly." There is a big tree standing on the meadow of silver birds. It is a medlar tree. The fruits it produces are as red as strawberries and as round as cherries. When the sun shines, they look like they are hanging on the branches.

The ruby ??often attracts people to watch under the tree, and also attracts birds to peck at it.

Every day, a flock of birds flew over. Their bodies were as silver as doves, but their long tails were like swallows. Their bodies were like sparrows, with red necks and sharp beaks. Their chirping sound was like a reed flute, clear and loud.

The silver bird flew here and there and settled on the twigs of the wolfberry tree, jumping around the fiery red fruits, flying down and up, chirping and singing, as if singing and dancing in praise.

The silver bird stays in the tree for a long time. Sometimes it hangs on the branches and swings. Sometimes it hides and seeks among the green leaves. Sometimes it jumps and pecks at the light spots between the leaves, or combs its feathers in the sunshine.

Sunshine, breeze, green leaves, and red fruits blend into the happy singing and dancing of silver birds, and the world is filled with a warm atmosphere.

With a "swish" sound, a bullet shot to the top of the tree, and with a "whoop" sound, the birds on the tree flew away.

Although the bullets are made of plastic, they are lethal to small birds.

The big tree suddenly became completely silent.

The sky was still so blue, the sun was shining brightly, and the red fruits on the trees were shining brightly, but the moment of loss made the birds tremble with fear, and the birds flew away resolutely and never came back.

The breeze blows, and the wolfberry tree shakes its branches and leaves sadly, and the fiery red fruits fall to the ground, like teardrops.

That red-necked, pointed-beaked, silver bird only appears in longing.