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During the spring, several swallows built a nest under the
eaves of my yard. They flew out at sunrise and returned at sunset. I
wondered what they did every day when they flew out and what kind of feeling
it was to overlook the earth from the endless sky. I remembered when they
first built their nest, the swallows diligently gathered hay and mud to
build a sturdy nest. They lived peacefully and harmoniously with their
family. Their arrival also brought happiness and tranquility to my family.
But on the day when I was about to take the high school entrance exam, the
birds suddenly flew away. My dad said they had left the nest. I didn't
understand why they had flown away when the weather was so warm. Where were
they going? After the exam, my dad continued to say that the departure of
the swallows indicated that I was also about to leave home and start a new
journey in life. Yes! From childhood to adulthood, this home has contained
too many memories of happiness and pain. I have never really left my parents
or this home, but now, in the not-too-distant future, I will get on a car
heading for another unfamiliar place, beginning a new chapter in my life.
I feel reluctant to leave, but I am not sad. I know that the place I am
going to is where my dreams are and where I will make them come true. I will
continue to write my glory on that brand new soil. The taste of parting
represents sadness, but it is also a very special and memorable beauty. Do
not dwell too much on its ruthlessness; it will only pull our hearts closer.
I am like a bird that has just flown away, watching over my home from afar
and blessing my companions.
However, when I saw the empty bird's nest, my heart was filled with
nostalgia. Would the swallows remember the way back and recognize their old
home next spring? I couldn't be sure, but I firmly believed that they would
come back because it was their home once. Dear birds, please take my
blessings and spread love throughout the world. I will also bravely and
fearlessly choose my own path in life, just like you. |
