当我们把棘刺扎进胸膛时,我们是知道的,我们是明白的。然而,我们依然要这样做。——题记坐上时空列车,去寻找另一个自己。第一站儿时的记忆早已模糊,对那只鸟却记忆犹新。很平常的一天,爸爸送给我一只鸟,活泼可爱,清脆的叫声萦绕耳畔,可妈妈想要放飞它,而我舍不得:“不嘛不嘛,再留它几天好不好?”第三天,它死掉了。我的内心充满自责与悔恨,是我害死它的。夜晚,凄厉的哀鸣声刺破梦境,小鸟绝望的眼神在我眼前晃来晃去。它在痛苦中挣扎,而我自私的爱毁灭了它。这是旅途的开端。一只小鸟告诉我:爱它 We know when we thrust the thorn into the chest, and we understand it. However, we still have to do this. - Inscription to get on time and space train to find another one. The memory of childhood memories of the first stop has long been vague, but still freshly remembered for the bird. Very common day, my father gave me a bird, lovely, crisp voice lingering ears, but my mother wanted to fly it, and I reluctantly: “No, no matter how many days stay good? ”The third day, it died. My heart is full of remorse and remorse, I kill it. Night, shrill whirring pierced the dream, birds desperation eyes dangling in front of me. It struggled in pain, and my selfish love destroyed it. This is the beginning of the journey. A bird told me: love it