A long article about sunbirds.

Everyone has read long essays about sunbirds in life. Prose is a literary genre that expresses the author's true feelings, and there are many types of prose. Come and share a long article about sunbirds, welcome to read!

On Sunbird's Long Prose

What is darkness? Is it also a mouse that ran away in a hurry? Maybe a black hole?

I wonder, will I also go in the direction of no turning back?

Darkness is death in the forest? Or a fire?

I like walking in the forest, but I don't like to see the smell of forest death or the terrible fire.

Darkness, I trace back to ancient times from today. The leader of Jiuli tribe once challenged the Yellow Emperor and Yan Di.

The disaster of mankind stems from darkness? From muddy water?

I embrace the light, but I feel cold.

Sneaking around in the dark, sometimes I can't see the direction clearly. Those strange faces woke me up from repeated scares.

If I were to describe the darkness, I would be speechless.

Don't doubt those accidental sentences, I think this time it all stems from my call to the sunbird and my spit on the darkness.

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I have been amazed at the changes at night for countless times. The lights at night can always wake up the sleeping people.

I am not afraid of the night, but I am afraid that when I wake up in the morning, I will still see the night, and the gray fog will silence my steps.

I think of flying, in the dark.

Darkness is always scary. I've been in strange streets countless times. I don't know where to go. Please don't forget to tell me if any of you see the sunbird.

I like something called singing, but in the dark, even white pigeons still have a deep darkness, and their songs are hazy in the dark.

I yearn for light and freedom, but I don't know how to get rid of this kind of black, which makes people feel confused.

But I want to drive away the darkness with singing, even if I squeeze out a little light, it will be enough to heal my inner wounds.

The moon is the sister of the sunbird. I think when the moon meets the sunbird one day, the spark of freedom will open the black sky.

Maybe I should hide something at night, hide some sharpness, hide some words, and let it show its most beautiful side when the sky shines.

Night is a song, but darkness cannot be composed.

If one day my soul is occupied by darkness, how can I erase it?

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There are no dark twists and turns in a bright story. Darkness includes destruction and struggle, but the twists and turns of darkness are meaningless. It is better to fly in the bright sky like a free bird.

Feel the light in the dark, sit in front of the computer, but the light is off. I remember when I was a child, the darkness would not cherish those who cared about us, and those who humiliated us always kept the darkness fresh in my memory.

The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. Gu Cheng thinks so, and I try to think so, but I always can't hold the warmth of my hand. I decided to collide with the darkness once.

If I can see the light, if I can find my dream bosom friend, even if I stay in an unknown desert, so what?

The sun is a sacred flame, but why can't the world love a person who accepts the flame of light?

My tears suddenly fell down. Who said this was not a hero?

I think if my crying spreads thousands of miles away, then I will disturb the gods.

20 17, I'm waiting for the cute kid in out of the dark, pointing to the dark exit. Please come with me,

Hello, every dear baby.

To live is to find …

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I climbed over rocks, over dark rocks. Now, I have my back to the darkness and my face to the light. I stand like a rock, symbolizing the bright hard rock. I am fearless regardless of the bombardment of storms and the cover of heavy snow.

I want to be a bird on the rock. In the vast sky, I want you to listen to my heartbeat. I can see everything in my eyes, sharp and sharp. . . . . .

Darkness is not terrible, but your eyes lack a depth of overlooking.

I am not a child, but I love spring. Even if the snow in winter covers me, I look forward to the arrival of spring.

I am not a child, but I like light. Even if the wind and sand bury me, I look forward to the bright future.

How many spring, summer, autumn and winter have passed through my body, but I still look forward to a test of magma to test whether my hardness can overcome those tougher things.

How many nights I longed for, I was deeply hidden in the darkness, and I didn't know what to remember and what to forget.

Oh, be a free rock eagle, fly beyond the heartbeat, and boil hot every day for 365 days.

I am also a child, and I need candy, but once my desire is ignited, it becomes a memory, a black memory.

How time flies. I put away the telegrams of the years, folded them neatly, and put them in an old wine jar. I hope that one day, when I bow my head, I will taste not the sour air, but an intoxicating dream.

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I looked at the darkness, turned on the light and liberated myself from the moment when I couldn't find myself. The silence of the past still appeared in front of me, and my dark face swallowed the faint light.

Darkness may be a mockery, mocking the unruly of an era. I wait for the dawn and the most beautiful moment. After all, I am no longer fit to challenge those absurd stories.

Dear moon, can this be love (maybe this is love)?

In this dark night, I am not in a hurry to break dawn, nor am I in a hurry to appear in front of anyone too early.

If I can, I want to sing a song at this moment, a song that belongs only to us.

God said, stay away from darkness and face the light. I am a devout believer. I'm not afraid of death before time. Even if I were, I would try my best to find the legendary immortal sunbird, with the moon, friends and children. ...

Oh, my beautiful girl. . Oh, my beautiful girl, what is night, a beautiful world? Please join me in the pursuit of the legendary immortal sunbird. ...

I saw a red bird ... like a flame. Liu Wenjun left the stretcher with the back of his head and tried to lift it to visit, but his strength ran out and his head was put back on the stretcher.

No Wen Min, a female classmate next to the stretcher, said: Impossible. It's so cold now. Where can there be birds? They are all hiding in their nests.

Wen Jun, you have a fever. You are confused. Wen Min's voice is as beautiful as jade collision. She pulled the quilt over Liu Wenjun to make it stronger.

Really, I don't lie. Liu Wenjun insisted that I heard birds singing ... Great.

Wen Min touched Liu Wenjun's forehead like a jade onion, and said, I didn't burn much. If you go back more, you won't talk nonsense. Tell me, Wen Jun, what are birds like?

So small. Liu Wenjun stretched out his hand from the quilt and raised his hand to indicate the size of the bird, but he didn't have the strength. He raised his hand halfway and gave up. He continued in a weak voice: ... colorful, like a burning flame ... they stood among the flowers and sang among the red flowers.

Not one, there are many! ..... Oh, I remember ... It was a sunbird.

That may really be a sunbird. Xie Runfa, who is carrying a stretcher on his back, said: Sunbird, passerine, Sunbird and Sunbird are collectively called. The body is slender, the mouth is slender and bent downward, and the tip of the mouth edge has fine serrations; The male's central tail feather is particularly long; Heterosexual.

There are * * * 14 species in the world, distributed in southern Asia, Philippines and Indonesia. There are six kinds in China. Known as the "Hummingbird of the East".

Blue-throated sunbirds may appear in Shaozhou area, with male body length of 13- 16 cm and female body length of 9- 1 1 cm. The male body color is bright, the cheeks, head, back, shoulders and wings are vermilion, and the throat is purple-blue after ear feathers, with red chest and yellow abdomen.

Sunbirds like to sing and jump in the sunny red flowers after the rain. There seems to be a flame beating.

Wen Min turned his head, fanned his blinking eyes and long eyelashes several times, and looked at Xie Runfa admiringly: Monitor, you are simply my idol, the best student in Lingnan University. Monitor, I really want to see that beautiful sunbird.

Zhang Zhiliang, a classmate carrying a stretcher, looked back at Wen Min and said, I want to see the sunbird, too.

You will understand. The monitor said. His voice is a little deep. Although he is only seventeen or eighteen, he is already very tall. He likes physical exercise and is strong, stronger than most of his classmates. He has the mature taste of an adult.

The rope of the stretcher was tightly tied around his shoulders and neck, and his hands gripped the two poles of the stretcher.

There is a harsh hum in the sky.

Students! Students! Hide. Hide. Zhang Zhixuan, a Chinese teacher, turned around and shouted: Japanese aggressor's plane!

The students climbed into the Woods by the roadside.

Zhang Zhiliang, a classmate who raised his hand, hurried into the Woods. The side of the road was uneven and he stumbled. Monitor Xie Runfa shouted: Zhiliang, be careful, Zhiliang, be careful, slow and steady!

Words haven't say that finish, Zhang Zhiliang snapped forward, stretcher also forward, some still on him. Fortunately, Xie Runfa was strong and steady, and the stretcher did not roll over. The gravity of the stretcher almost dislocated Xie Runfa's wrist.

The students next to him quickly came to help lift the stretcher on Zhang Zhiliang, righting Liu Wenjun, and carrying the stretcher into the Woods with Xie Runfa. Other students helped Zhiliang and stumbled into the Woods.

Put the stretcher away, Xie Runfa came over and asked, Zhiliang, are you hurt? Zhiliang stretched out his hand to the monitor. There is a lot of blood on his palm, his trouser legs are rolled up, and there are bruises on his knees.

Zhang Zhiliang said with a smile, fortunately, I didn't hurt my bones and muscles, monitor, but I may need another person to carry it.

Everybody down, students down. Chinese teacher Zhang Zhixuan shouted and ran to inform everyone. I left in a hurry, and my floating burgundy scarf was caught on a thorn. He gave a quick pull, but it didn't come down. He ignored it at all and walked on, shouting: students, get down, cover, enemy planes!

Seeing that all my classmates were hiding, I also found a place to squat down.

Most people are lying on their stomachs. Only Liu Wenjun is lying on his back. Looking up through the cracks in the leaves, he can only see a small piece of sky. The sky is blue and there are no clouds.

Several birds flew in horror and soon disappeared, but there was also a big iron bird, which made an annoying harsh hum and appeared back and forth in this small blue sky, as if hungry for prey.

Liu Wenjun thought of the bird again, the sunbird raised by his father.

One day when I came back from school, I heard birds chirping, which was very nice. He saw his father teasing a bird in a cage.

Dad, what kind of bird is this? So bright, like a flame.

Sunbird. The father looked back at his son and continued to tease the bird.

Birds are beautiful, and their songs are beautiful.

Your father spent a lot of money to get it back.

This bird is so poor, it is locked in a cage. When Liu Wenjun pushed the door and entered the room, he couldn't help saying something back. I think it will turn into a flame and burn your cage.

Nonsense, how can birds become flames?

At night, Liu Wenjun can't sleep, and the burning sunbird burns in his chest. He can't stand it. He quietly came to his father's room. Father slept soundly.

Liu Wenjun took down the hanging birdcage and walked out of the door. He was about to open the birdcage when suddenly a shout came from behind him: What are you doing?

Liu Wenjun was taken aback and looked back. Father is talking angrily with his eyes wide open.

I, I, I, I want to see sunbirds, walking birds. Liu Wenjun has a stutter.

Father grabbed the birdcage and said, hey, you are too cruel, is it good or bad? See what God means. Go on, go back to bed.

Then one day, a few iron birds flew in the sky of Hong Kong, and usually dropped a lot of bombs when they took a shit. With a loud noise, Liu Wenjun's home collapsed. When Liu Wenjun found his father, his father was holding the birdcage motionless, just like sleeping with a baby in his arms.

My father is gray all over, his clothes, face and hair are gray, the whole person is gray, and the bird cage cloth cover is gray, so I can't see clearly what's going on inside.

After taking care of his father, Liu Wenjun remembered the birdcage. Open the cloth cover, the sunbird is still alive, and the situation is faint, like a flame about to go out.

Give the sunbird water, and the sunbird slowly recovers, starts to jump and start to sing.

Liu Wenjun opened the birdcage, gently held the sunbird, threw it into the sky, and said, Go back, go back, the forest in the distance is your home, where the air is fresh and it is more suitable for you.

The sun birdsong, like a fireball, soared into the sky in the ashes, circled for a while, sang and flew north.

With the outbreak of the Pacific War and the fall of Hong Kong, Lingnan University raised funds to pay teachers' salaries in various ways. After many hardships, it assembled all the teachers and students and secretly moved to Shaozhou, a relatively safe "rear area". The students started a long journey under the leadership of the vice president Situ Wei and the teachers.

At first, the students were able to keep up with them. After a night in the wild, many of them were ill, some of them were minor illnesses, and they could hardly walk. The most serious is Liu Wenjun, who has a fever, is talking nonsense and is out of his mind.

Liu Wenjun was originally weak and often caught a cold and fell ill. His father's death was a great blow to him.

These are all expected things, even better than expected. The teacher discussed with the monitor, managed to get a stretcher and carried Liu Wenjun away.

No, the girls' feet were blistered, so the boys helped each other to walk, very slowly. On the bright side, there are fewer female students and more male students in the class.

Liu Wenjun has been talking nonsense all the way, saying strange things that everyone can't understand. Many people were worried that Liu Wenjun might not survive, but after one night, the heat in Liu Wenjun gradually subsided and people became more sober. Everyone sighed and prayed for him secretly.

I heard the voice of the sunbird again. Lying on a stretcher, Liu Wenjun looked at a small piece of sky and murmured: Monitor, I heard the call of the sunbird, ahead ... the iron bird has flown away and the sunbird has sung.

Xie Runfa, the monitor, was about to say something when Zhang Zhixuan, the Chinese teacher, bent over and quickly came over and said, Runfa, the headmaster has a meeting with the backbone of each class. You come with me.

Xie Runfa followed the teacher, hunched over, and walked quickly forward. He saw a burgundy scarf hanging on the thorn, which was blown by the wind.

Teacher Zhang, your scarf.

Forget it, it's already hooked. We will try our best to tear it up after the meeting.

He felt that the students behind him didn't make any noise at the moment. Looking back, Xie Runfa had run quickly to the Woods with a scarf and couldn't help sighing. He also turned around and walked there quickly.

Teacher, your scarf. Xie Runfa handed the scarf to the teacher with a smile on his face. He is waiting for the teacher's criticism.

The teacher wanted to criticize him seriously, but the voice on his lips was: be careful in the future, don't do this. The sound is very warm. The teacher saw the scars on the students' faces and there were several bloodstains on their hands. It seems that the student was stabbed by a thorn to get his scarf.

Zhang Zhixuan, a Chinese teacher, put a scarf around her neck, took Xie Runfa's hand, surrounded the cat around her waist and walked to the meeting place.

Under a huge umbrella tree, the headmaster looked around and said that all the teachers and key students were here. Now the meeting is over.

The headmaster threw the blue scarf that fell from his chest back to his neck and continued: Now, we have a problem.

First, our students and even some teachers have always exercised less and are in poor health. They can't stand long trips and cold winds. Many people are ill, which makes it more difficult for us to March. Therefore, teachers in each class should organize the backbone of students, support each other, help each other and overcome all difficulties. I believe everyone can do this.

Second, our daily necessities will soon be in serious shortage. Teachers in each class should plan well, save as much as possible and flow steadily until our new school is settled.

Third, this is very important, that is, Japanese planes hover in the sky every day. It is reported that students from other schools have also been bombed, and the casualties are still unclear.

It seems that our school can't take the main road, so we must take the path. However, taking the path increases the difficulty of marching. I hope everyone is ready. Everyone should have confidence and overcome all difficulties!

Xie Runfa looked up and looked at the sky through the cracks in the leaves. There are some clouds, but no planes. Everyone said with one voice: we will definitely overcome the difficulties.

The headmaster said: the Japanese plane has left. Let's act at once.

Xie Runfa and Zhang Zhixuan, the Chinese teacher, returned to the class to mobilize everyone to move on.

Chinese teacher Zhang Zhixuan said: Students, please work harder. Hope is just ahead. Stand up and follow the army. Don't fall behind. Everyone should take care of each other, male students should take care of female students, and the strong should take care of the weak!

Everyone agreed, got up and started to keep up with the big troops and set out for the depths of the forest.

Monitor, is it necessary to divert? Liu Wenjun asked, leaning his head back as far as possible, hoping that his eyes could see the monitor's face, but he only saw the monitor's square chin and the glistening sweat hanging on it.

Yes Xie Runfa said. A drop of sweat hit Liu Wenjun's forehead, burst open and splashed a transparent flower.

There should be more birds deep in the forest. Liu Wenjun murmured: There may be turtledoves ... cooing turtledoves and silver pheasants, just like fairies in the forest ... so beautiful.

Most likely, you can see many sunbirds ... they stand on the branches of many red flowers, singing tactfully and wonderfully. Monitor, do you like sunbirds?

I hope to see sunbirds like red flowers and fly when it is sunny after the rain. The monitor said: I like it.

Wen Min, who sat next to him, looked forward to it and said, I like it, too. I want to see a silver pheasant, a fairy silver pheasant. But I prefer to watch groups of sunbirds dance and sing among the red flowers in the bright sunshine.

Wen Min's voice is full of hope and passion. Speaking of this, Wen Min was a little lost and said, But I haven't seen a sunbird since I was born.

The road is getting harder and harder. The monitor carrying the stretcher doesn't want to talk any more. Several students came to help carry the stretcher, which was slowly rising along the ridge. There are more birds singing in the forest, but everyone is not in the mood to enjoy it.

When they reached a flat mountain, the headmaster told everyone to have a rest, drink some water and eat some dry food.

Wenmin supplies water to Liu Wenjun.

Wen Min shook the kettle and said, "There is no water." . Hey, who has water?

The students shook the kettle and said, there is no water. Wen Min was disappointed. At this time, a little classmate stood up and said, I have one more thing here, Wen Min, for you.

Wen Min put the kettle on Liu Wenjun's mouth and let the water flow into his mouth.

Give me everyone's kettles and I'll fill them.

Everyone gave the kettle to the monitor. The monitor is covered with a kettle. No one said that the shift leader left, and everyone was too tired.

Monitor. I'll go with you. Wen Min jumped out.

Wen Min, aren't you tired? If you are tired, have a rest.

Monitor, it's okay. I can bear pain.

Wen Min came to the monitor and reached for the kettle on the monitor. Xie Runfa wouldn't let her take it, so she took a few and hung them on Wen Min's shoulder, saying, OK, let's hang these. Go, get water.

Monitor, do you know where there is water? Wen Min followed down and looked at the monitor inquiringly.

I know, I will observe all the way, where there is water, where the terrain is like, and if there is enemy situation, how can we effectively avoid and defend. Xie Runfa stopped, smiled and said:

Wen Min, listen, there is running water not far ahead.

Wen Min stood quietly and listened intently. After listening for a while, he only heard the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, but he heard nothing. He said, no. ..

Xie Runfa said with a smile, let's go.

After walking for about a few hundred meters, I listened carefully, and sure enough, there was the murmur of a stream, which Wen Min appreciated very much.

They found a small pool and stream, and Xie Runfa said, Wenmin, this shore is relatively high. You stand on the shore, I'll fill it, you pick it up. Wen Min said: OK.

The water in the pool is clear and the bottom of the pool is a whole stone. A few small fish suddenly found the figure and swam into the shadow, but there were also a few slender white fish, who didn't seem to panic and swam leisurely.

Xie Runfa's mind jumped out of a sentence in Liu Zongyuan's prose The Story of Little Stone Pond. He wanted to tell Wen Min to show her, but on second thought, he forgot.

Xie Runfa filled one and handed it to Wen Min. The ground on the shore was full of kettles.

After irrigation, climb to the shore. Xie Runfa hung up the kettles one by one.

Wen Min wanted to hang a few more on her body, but the monitor wouldn't let her, so she hung a few on her shoulder. Xie Runfa stood on the left, holding a kettle belt, crossed Wen Min's head, hung on Wen Min's right shoulder, and accidentally touched Wen Min's hair. When she took back her hand, Xie Runfa gently.

After cutting Wen Min's black and shiny hair, he saw Wen Min's butterfly-shaped red hairpin and said, Let's go.

Monitor. Wen Min's voice was a little surprised. Monitor, I seem to see a sunbird.

Xie Runfa smiled: Where?

Wen Min pointed to a clump of trees above the stream and said, Monitor, look there.

Xie Runfa looked where Wen Min pointed. There is nothing but a pile of trees and a big red leaf. He looked down at Wen Min. He seemed to be intoxicated with enjoying the beauty of the sunbird. His face was full of dreamy expressions, and he seemed to be a child.

Xie Run felt a surge of emotion surge in her chest, and a brotherly tenderness was stirring, so she could not bear to touch her own mood. She said, oh, I saw it, too Many sunbirds are singing, and they are flying happily among the red flowers.

Xie Runfa paused and said, let's go and go back. The students are waiting for us.

Wen Min regained consciousness and said, Oh, go home.

They had just walked not far when they heard footsteps in front and branches staggered. Two students got off the bus and looked embarrassed. When two classmates saw Xie Runfa and Wen Min, they shouted: Oh, dear classmates, did your class send you two to fetch water? We can't find water anywhere.

Wen Min scrambled to say, just ahead. Wen Min pointed to the direction of the stream.

Thank you, class. Thank you, students! The students stumbled towards the water source.

Back to the rest place, Xie Runfa began to distribute kettles.

Wen Min was so tired that he sat down, but he kept saying, Students, do you know? I see a sunbird, a sunbird like a fire!

Some students said they didn't believe it. Just say and blow.

Wen Min was not convinced and asked the monitor to prove: Monitor, you saw it, didn't you? This classmate doesn't believe it.

Xie Runfa smiled and didn't nod or shake his head.

Wen Min said: The monitor didn't deny it, it's true.

Because Wen Min moved out of the monitor, the students didn't make any noise.

Sunbird ... Sunbird. A faint sound came from underground. It's Liu Wenjun talking: Wen Min, you saw the sunbird ... Great.

Yes, I saw the sunbird. Wen Min said: Liu Wenjun, as you said, I saw many sunbirds.

Wen Min, tell me about the scene at that time.

Students! Everybody ready? Let's go now. When Wen Min was about to say something, Zhang Zhixuan, a Chinese teacher, came from the front and loudly reminded the students that the monitor should not miss one person or one item when counting the number of people. We leave in fifteen minutes! We leave in fifteen minutes!

Fifteen minutes later, the big army has not moved. Everyone is coquettish

Zhang Zhixuan, a Chinese teacher, came over and said, Let's rest in place for the time being. The students from other classes who went to find water haven't come back yet, so wait. Someone has been sent to look for it.

Almost everyone's heart thumped, hoping that nothing would happen, and some people scolded: it's useless to find a water shortage.

After Zhang Zhixuan, the Chinese teacher, finished speaking, she stepped forward and asked the headmaster about the situation.

About ten minutes later, Chinese teacher Zhang Zhixuan came back. He said, Everybody get up, cheer up and let's go!

Someone said: Don't wait for those two people?

The Chinese teacher said: They are back. They went the wrong way, so they delayed returning to the team. Now they are all back.

The team continued to climb the mountain. It's getting dark, and everyone looks a little fuzzy to each other. The headmaster ordered all the students to rest and make a fire to cook. In order to prevent colds, he told the students to make more fires, keep warm and take turns to be alert.

It rained very little, but fortunately, the dense forest blocked a lot of rain for the students. Even if it is a little wet, it will soon dry. The rain stopped before dawn.

After dawn, everyone continued to set out and rested for a night, and their physical strength recovered a lot. Teachers encourage everyone: after crossing this ravine, we will soon arrive at the new school. Everyone is in high spirits and the pace has accelerated a lot.

Oh-look! Look! After everyone cheered, footsteps stopped and quieted down.

Sunbird! Sunbird! Wen Min shouted, her voice full of joy.

Liu Wenjun propped himself up from the stretcher and stared at the front: the front was a flat mountain nest, a sea of red plums was shining in the morning light, and many sunbirds were singing and jumping among the flowers, burning like countless flames.

Liu Wenjun's eyes lit up and said with emotion: monitor, monitor, sunbird, sunbird, many sunbirds!

The monitor whispered, yes, there are many sunbirds.

Liu Wenjun felt the power in the body stirring. ...