我是一只小鸟,一只被风雨折断了翅膀的小鸟。作为鸟儿,失去翅膀,就意味着失去了生命的希望。带着绝望的心情,我蹒跚地走在凄凉、寒冷的街巷。飞不了就走吧,走到哪儿算哪儿。也许,街巷前面的转角处就有一只凶悍的狼狗,正饿着肚子寻找食物。我飞不起来,只能成为狼狗口中的美味。绝望的心情中搀杂着恐惧,让我对生命失去了希望。街巷的转角处,可能就是我生命 I am a little bird, a bird that has been broken by the wind and rain. Being a bird, losing its wings, means losing hope of life. With desperation, I hobbled down in the bleak, cold streets. Can not fly away, where do you go? Perhaps, in front of the corner there is a fierce ferocious dog, is hungry looking for food. I can not fly, can only become the wolf mouth delicious. Despair mixed with fear, I lost hope for life. Corner of the streets, it may be my life