Goodbye, little white dove.

I especially like pigeons. Every time I stand on the balcony and look at the pigeons hovering in the sky, I have an indescribable feeling. I look forward to personally identifying the little white pigeon I released, hoping that it will come back and look at me again.

That was five years ago. At that time, my dear grandmother had just passed away, and our whole family was immersed in infinite grief. Suddenly, a little white pigeon flew from the side and landed on dad's desk, cooing. I was frightened by the sudden appearance of this little white dove. I couldn't believe that it was a living little white dove standing in front of me. I saw it covered with snow-white feathers, and its golden eyes and black pupils shone like jewels. A pinch of black fluff on the top of the head floats like a fairy's hair and a cucumber. The brown mouth kept pecking on the table, screaming and retreating, and occasionally raising the red calf, as if to pay tribute to me and say hello to me: "Hello, little master!" " "

With a feeling of surprise, I called my mother who was cooking in the kitchen. Mother saw the little white dove and grabbed a handful of peanut beans to feed it. After a while, my mother mysteriously told me: "The ancients said that people would become their favorite animals after death and come to see their loved ones." In the past, your grandmother loved pigeons very much. When she was the most ill, she endured the pain and lay on the windowsill to watch pigeons fly. Maybe your grandmother really turned into a pigeon and came to see us. "After listening to my mother's words, I had a beautiful illusion in my young mind. I really believe that the little white dove was changed by my dear grandmother.

Spring came and one day two pigeons flew out of the window. My little white dove immediately became anxious, cooing at two pigeons through the window and bumping into the window from time to time.

Dad said, "Those two pigeons are probably the parents of the little white pigeon. It must be very painful for them to lose their children. Now they found it. Let's just forget it? "

"no!" I said excitedly, "The little white dove was changed by my grandmother." "Good boy, listen to your father," my father said, stroking my head. "Little white dove is not a person. Your mother is joking. How can you believe these words? "

I was holding a little white dove in my hand, my father was holding me, and my mother stood aside and said, "Let go! Little white dove's mother is here. " As soon as I let go, the little white dove flew. I saw its snow-white posture sometimes swaying in the pool like a Bai Lianhua, and sometimes flowing in the blue sky like a white elf. They circled over our heads and refused to leave for a long time until the three pigeons flew together and finally disappeared into the blue sky. At this time, my tears flowed out unconsciously.

"Goodbye-my dear grandma!"

"Goodbye-my favorite little white dove!"