我常常想,生命是什么呢?一天,我在朋友家做客,突然闯进了一只麻雀,我和朋友赶紧关好房门和窗户,准备捉住它。我们挥动着竹竿追打它,小鸟受到了惊吓,撞上了墙壁,翅膀出血了,但它挣扎着,奋力扇动双翅,拼命寻找可以躲藏的地方。我们惊呆了,小鸟求生的欲望那样强烈,无奈中透露着坚强。我们对视了一下,打开了房门和窗户,小鸟拖动着受伤的翅膀,用尽最后的一点力气冲出窗户……我去过三清山,那里没有沃土, I often think, what is life? One day, I was a guest house, suddenly broke into a sparrow, my friends and quickly shut the door and windows, ready to catch it. We waved the bamboo pole and chased it. The little bird was scared, hit the wall, his wings bleeding, but it struggled, struggling to flap its wings and desperately looking for a place to hide. We were shocked, the desire for survival of birds so strong, helpless revealed strong. We looked a bit, opened the door and the window, the bird dragged the wounded wings, exhausted the last little effort out of the window ... I have been to Sanqingshan, there is no fertile ground,