was a gloomy Saturday afternoon. A flock of birds was spending great
time searching for food and playing on the main road. Out of the
sudden, a big truck sped through… Sad thing had happened again.
other birds told him its useles, he never gave up. He was trying his
best to lift her up to see her flying again. Another car passed by, her
dead body whirled again as if still alive and trying to fly.
The photographer said he couldn’t shoot any longer. The photographer
was so worried that the living bird was going to get hurt by passing
cars. So he picked up the dead bird and left it at the roadside. The
live one still lingered at a nearby tree as if crying with his singing
and refused to leave.
Do humans have the same feelings now a days? I wonder.