The book "Little Flying Dragon" is divided into twelve chapters, which tells a story about a human bird around a little hero. Xiao lived with her mother all the time, but her mother got lung cancer. She couldn't worry about Xiao He's bird protection propaganda and didn't receive chemotherapy, and finally left her favorite Xiao. Later, Xiao was entrusted by his mother to Lindian County, Heilongjiang Province, but bird people of Fox Core. So, here, Xiao Longfei met many birds and saw the hunter's "black hand" to wild animals, which made a four-year-old child more persistent in caring for birds and caring for them with a small telescope. He also met more bird lovers and the Mihua family here. Mihua is a six-year-old girl. I have been helping my grandparents protect wetlands. Like Xiao, her mother died and she had no father. The two children can clearly distinguish the kinds of birds, and they both love birds. Later, I learned that Mihua's father went to prison for shooting wild ducks, and her grandfather had been protecting birds to atone for his father. Later, Mihua's father was released from prison. Grandpa Mihua has been worried that Dad Mihua will take the old road and take precautions against him. When Mi Hua's father went to look after the birds, he met a poacher and had an argument. When the poacher stabbed Mihua's father with a knife, Mihua's grandfather stopped him. This knife dispelled Mi Hua's worry about his son, but this knife made the kind grandfather bid farewell to everyone and his favorite bird. The passage of time can't erase Xiao Longfei's yearning for his mother. Suddenly, one day, I found the news of Yu and Xiao, and found the fox core, only to know that Yu had passed away. At this time, people only know that it is a little father through a letter left to the little one. Lonely little dragonfly finally has a home. He is going to receive education, learn culture and publicize the protection of birds and nature to more people.
It took me a day to finish reading this book, but I refused to put it down halfway, hoping that the story would continue. In the evening, I asked Sister Wang Fang if the story of Xiao Longfei was fictional or true. Sister Wang Fang showed me the summary, and I didn't know the existence of Xiao Longfei. The story of loving birds is true, which makes me like Xiao Longfei more. For Yu's strength, I have seen how many people are quietly working hard for birds.
I used to live in the countryside, and then I went to the city, which made me miss the life in the countryside more. In spring, after reading the story of Xiao Longfei, I suddenly remembered a story in junior high school. At that time, I went to play in the town and passed by a small river, which was artificially built. All kinds of restaurants pour water into it, and the water smells bad. Later, I saw a white bird on the water. It looked like a crane. Maybe I'm thirsty and I'm looking for water to drink in the river. I dare not go near it for fear of scaring it away. It searched for a long time in the smelly water, maybe its throat couldn't get wet and it flew to the other side. I have been following it, especially wanting to give it mineral water to drink, but I am afraid of scaring the poor bird, so I silently watched it leave and fly away.
The stinky river makes many enterprises live with the smell of copper, but the survival of birds is affected. It is even more outrageous to kill wild animals by sticking nets and putting clips. Birds poisoned by people are buried next to their graves, and each additional bird is an injury. Many hunters rely on their backgrounds to please their leaders and poison wild animals if they don't buy or sell them. How can we kill wild animals if everyone refuses to taste them?
Grandpa is protecting birds on his way to Mihua Paradise. Humans will reflect. My favorite sentence is "Birds have no borders". Birds connect many countries, and we will ask ourselves again and again that silence is not protection. We should unite as one, resist killing birds together, accuse those unscrupulous hunters with our voices, and expose those "black hands" to the law.
The short story continues, and the propaganda of loving birds is still spreading. Hunters, wake up, consumers, stop tasting on the tip of your tongue. That's not tasting, it's taking risks on the blade. If you don't buy or sell, there will be no harm. Start with me, love bird.