On the vast Amazon plain, there are a group of eagles named carved eagle, who are known as "the king of flying". They fly for a long time, are fast and agile, and are the best among eagles. They usually catch small animals that they find. But who would have thought that there was a bloody drop of blood behind the gorgeous flight.

A few days after the baby eagle was born, it received almost cruel training. In the second step, the mother eagle takes the baby eagle to a high place or a cliff, and then falls down. Some timid people will be killed, but the training will not stop. Mother eagle knows that without such training, children can't fly high in the blue sky, and even if they can, it's hard to catch food and starve to death. The third step, full of cruelty and terror, those who succeed in flying will be pushed by broken bones.

Some have become sacrifices at this time, and bloody training will build a blue sky for children's lives.

Some hunters moved into compassion and secretly raised an eagle with unbroken wings, but it could not fly high at all, and it would fall down when it reached the height of the house.

It turns out that the "cruel" folding wing is the key to determine whether the young eagle can fly freely in the vast sky in the future. Carved eagle's pterygoid bone regeneration ability is very strong. As long as he can endure severe pain and continue to flap his wings after being folded, his wings will continue to be congested, will soon recover, and the resurrected wings will become stronger and stronger. Otherwise, carved eagle will lose its only chance and be out of touch with the blue sky forever.

No one can help carved eagle fly, except itself.

Each of us has our own vast and beautiful blue sky, and we also have a pair of wings to prepare for the blue sky, which are passion, will, courage and hope. But our wings are often broken and fragile. If so, can we endure severe pain, refuse pity and fly without falling?

There is a love called to let go

There is a kind of love that is invisible. It gave up because of a hope that the people it loved would have a happier life than themselves. It let go because of a disappointment, because it loved too much, so it chose to let go.

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Unconsciously, I have gone through 13 years of life journey. In this 13 year, there are always two people who use their love to hold up an umbrella for me, one is my father and the other is my mother.

Father's love is like durian, which smells bad and makes people unwilling to get close. But when I peeled it off and savored it, I found durian so sweet. What I see is only the superficial brilliance, and only what I can't see is the most real. Fatherly love is like this. Only when you taste him, will you find his beauty, his love may be taciturn, and his contribution may be arbitrary and his.

Motherly love is like honey. When asked, it smells good and refreshing. People can't help approaching it, approaching it. No matter how you taste it, it will always be too sweet to taste any bitterness. Her love is sweet, her dedication is involuntary, her tenderness is persistent, and her dedication is sincere.

I like fatherly love better than fatherly love and maternal love, because my father knows two words-let go. Now in the street, you may often see such a scene: a child's hand is always tightly held by two big hands. If the child wants to cross the road, these two big hands will hold on tighter, almost breaking the child's hands, as if the child would disappear from them if he let go a little. But they don't know. How to tie the child with two hands? Every time I see such a scene, I always have an impulse to pull their hands away, but reason still overcomes the impulse. They do this out of love for their children, but this love is too restrictive. I really hope they can be like fathers. Although "smelly", at least, it is for the children. Don't use honey-like maternal love to hold up that umbrella for your child, let go! Let the children fly by themselves, maybe they will encounter many difficulties and obstacles, and even hate that you have given them too little love, but durian needs to be tasted. Give children time, and one day, children will know and understand this durian-like love.

There is a kind of love called letting go, which is the highest state of love and another interpretation of love. It is yours, it will always be yours, and no one can take it away; Not yours, never yours. No matter how hard you try, it will never be yours. Instead of such efforts, I will leave in the end. Might as well put it down early. I have two umbrellas, one of which was given to me by my father. He often asked me to find it alone, which made me go through all the hardships. And the umbrella my mother gave me brought me infinite sweetness. However, I often push this umbrella away. What I want is not honey, but an umbrella that can taste durian. That umbrella is full of freedom, from which I can find a true self, a happy self!

Let me go. Let me go alone. Although the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, life itself is a mystery novel. Every chapter is full of danger. I have to go my own way. You can't protect me forever. Letting go is also a kind of love and the best way to love me. Sweet love will only break my feathers that are not full of wings. Only you can protect me with durian love. Let me go. Give me a free space, and I will always be grateful to you!