Sunny                                                                                                                                                  17/11

I even don’t know what happened, and how, but winter is on the way. Every year at the very time, we always prepare for our long migration. Just like this morning, when I got up from my warm bed-actually, I was disturbed by Uncle Jack. “Yes, you are right. We’re going to our journey,” Uncle Jack said, “so guys, wake up quickly. We gonna begin our great and fantastic flying. Hey, up right now, you little pig! It’s a good day today, isn’t it?”

“A pig? Oh, no, Uncle Jack. We are birds. And where is our destination this time?” Andy says.

“Oh, my little Andy, you always ask me the same question each year. The SpringLand, the magnificent and spectacular land, please remember it, Andy, is our heart-stoppingly beautiful home. Ok, everybody, wash your face, brush your teeth, and smooth your feathers. Be quick. Are you ready? SpringLand, we are coming. Go.”

And I know this winter is coming.

Sunny                                                                                                                     21/11

These days, Andy usually complained that he got up earlier so that he was low in spirit. He said to me: “I don’t know why we need wake up so earlier, you know, lie-in is quite important and essential for a bird’s health. But Uncle Jack’s shrill and chirping noise always broke into my sweet dream.”

Today is a sunny day. There is no cloud in the blue sky. And the wind flows beneath my wings, or touches my hair slightly, as a kid kisses his mother’s face. We have spent four days flying in the sky. As a matter of fact, I am very tired of the long journey to another place to look for a new location. However, we have no choice but to migrate. I still remember an old saying that keeps in our tribe: “if you want to live on the sky, you must keep your wings flying.” I hope the long journey is safe for us.

Cloudy                                                                                                                   23/11

Yesterday, we spent a whole day flying without taking a break because we must pass over a vast and large ocean. And therefore, we are really exhausted. When the sun rises from the thick clouds, we arrive at a small but fascinating stream. I am utterly firing, and thirsty. On seeing the nice water, I fly towards it and want to enjoy the tasty delicacy. Needless to say, everyone nearly runs out his energy, especially Uncle Jack. As a leader, he must keep long-term alertness; as an elder, he also needs to take care of the young. As a result, he rests at a rock silently.

It is a quiet and comfortable place here. There are plenty of green trees and lots of attractive nameless flowers growing along the stream. If I were old now, I think I would like to stay here for the rest of my life. But unfortunately, behind the facade of the charming landscape, the danger is drawing near. Just when I want to take a nap, I heard the sound of panic. It is Uncle Jack’s fearful sound. I am completely shocked. I know we are facing an unprecedented hazard. Uncle Jack shouts desperately: “go, go, dangerous, go…” Hearing his order, we fly away quickly without any thinking but scared.

What I see from the sky, is a sad and sorrowful picture. Uncle Jack is seized by a young boy, who is binding something on Uncle Jack’s leg. We can do nothing but cry. As we know, we have to go on our way, go on without Uncle Jack.

Rainy                                                                                                                      25/11

Uncle Jack has left us, but I still recall the memories of the happy time with him. Where are you now, Uncle Jack? I miss you. It is so cold today that we shorten the flight. The rain is falling at night, just like the tears from my eyes. They are asleep, but I am still awake. I fly away this forest where my friends think it is our habitat right now, at least tonight. Over the sky, I see an old man lying on the ground, with an old army blanket lying across his knees. I land beside and go towards him.

He is really a poor man, with peculiar shoulders. They are genuinely strange shoulders, still powerful although very old, and the neck is still strong too and the creases do not show so much when the old man is asleep. His shirt have been patched so many times that it is like the sail and the patches are perhaps faded to many different shades by the sun. His head is very old though and with his eyes closed there is no life in his face. He is barefoot.

However, I can do nothing to him but leave him there. I think I should fly back to my friends. The old man, the poor man, I wish you a happy time, and a happy dream.

Fine                                                                                                                 30/11

In terms of the route which Uncle Jack made for us before, we still fly confidently. I know we are getting close to the destination, our fantastic terminal. Today is a good day. A big sun is above my head, and smooth clouds surround around me. I am so surprised what behind those thick clouds is. Therefore, I fly higher and higher in order to see what it is. Amazingly, what I see is what we sought for a long time, the SpringLand.

The heart-shocking sight even drives me mad. I fly to Andy immediately to tell him the wonderful news. I’m flying happily to Andy, drawing near, and near. But suddenly, I hear a slight sound passing through my body, with a little hurt in my heart. I see Andy crying and flying above me, further and further away from me. And I hear that several men are shouting for celebration, with shooting. It sounds like a beautiful song that my mom once sang to me:

                     I stand alone in the darkness

                     The winter of my life came so fast

                     Memories go back to childhood

                     Two days I still recall;

                     Oh, how happy I was then

                     There was no sorrow

                     There was no pain…