Prose of two white cranes

A small river passes through the city, but we Longchang people affectionately call it the Golden Goose River. The trees by the river cover the sky, the grass is crying, the flowers are blooming and surrounded by green water, attracting countless small creatures. Unknown birds jump between trees and cross green leaves, and their songs are crisp and pleasant. By the river of Dongmen Bridge, I found two small white cranes. Their feathers are as smooth as white porcelain, without any impurities, just like a thick cloud of ink, which will roll down completely without touching it. I often pass by there, and everywhere I can see them foraging and playing by the river. Slowly, these two little white cranes became my favorite. As soon as I got to the bridge, I went to find them. From a distance, in the clear river, they are like a landscape, like a beautiful picture embedded in a glass frame. Flapping wings, listening, it is the sound of running water; Flapping your wings, listen, it's the call of the river willow! I watched them fly around happily.

Suddenly one day, I only saw a white crane. I was surprised at the time. Where's the other one? I left because I was in a hurry. I think that naughty boy must have left and will come back later. Passing by there several times, I only saw one, and I was in a hurry. I think there must be something wrong with that little white crane. I walked along the river, leaving the only shadow alone, looking at me piteously. I was very distressed and said softly, "What's the matter? Where is your partner? Why did you leave here alone? " It seemed to understand my words, patted its wings, called several times, and flew to the rocks in the river, squatting there, looking at the slowly flowing river, with deep sadness and helplessness in its eyes. I was deeply impressed by its emotional contagion, and I was depressed. I said to it, you should live well, don't be sad, your partner will come back. I walked slowly and looked back from time to time, and it looked at me pitifully. I think how lonely the river bank looks without the chirping of white cranes; How monotonous the river looks without the silhouette of the white crane flapping its wings.

After a long time, I have been thinking about the missing white crane. I went to see it that day. Far away, I saw the beautiful images of two white cranes. At first, I thought the little white crane had found a new partner. I ran over to have a look and was very excited. It's the original one! I can see that it still has scars on its feet, but I can see that it has been cured. So I guess, it must have accidentally hurt its foot for foraging, and then it was found and took home to take medicine. After the injury, it was put back to its original place to reunite the two white cranes. My guess was confirmed. An old man who often fishes by the river told me that it was two months ago, because the river bank was being repaired, and many messy stones piled up by the river. The crane was injured in foraging and flew to the grass on the shore, where it curled up in pain. Very pitiful. A passing girl saw it, took it home for dressing and treatment, and sent it back after the injury. Hearing this, I deeply feel that we not only have a "bird father" in Longchang, but also such a lovely little girl. She cured not only the little white crane, but also our return to nature. The considerate little white crane seems to be thanking the people who love it. When people look at it affectionately, they dance with excitement. Slender feet stand on the water, beautiful wings spread out, white feathers fly in the green water, sometimes they dance together, sometimes they leap into the sky, and sometimes they kiss their necks to communicate, like the graceful dance of a ballet dancer and Anna's dancer. We can't help cheering! Hearing the cheers, the little white crane became more proud, danced harder and danced in disorder. They all seem to be tired of jumping, and they all float on the water, like two giant Bai Lianhua flowers in full bloom. That scene makes people realize the beauty of nobility and gentleness, beauty and dignity, elegance and freedom.

After leaving this river, the loveliness of the little white crane still comes into my eyes from time to time. The little white crane is really a poem, a prose poem with rhyme in its bones.