Once, when Thomas Cook, a world-famous navigator, led his fleet to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, a large flock of birds appeared on the vast sea. Thousands of seabirds hovered in the air for a long time, making deafening noises. What's more strange is that many birds, after exhausting all their physical strength, do not hesitate to throw themselves into the vast sea, and the sea surface constantly stirs up waves. It turns out that the place where seabirds were buried was an island a long time ago. For migratory birds from all over the world, this island is a foothold on their migration and an indispensable "safety island" in the vast sea. However, in an earthquake, this nameless island sank into the sea and disappeared forever. Therefore, in the vast sea, they can no longer find the island they want to live on. When all their strength is exhausted, they can only turn their bodies into white waves in the sea of Wang Yang, creating a fleeting "island".

For me, the "island" where I can catch my breath and have a rest is home. Just like an island, for a bird, home is an indispensable part of my life journey; Unlike an island, home will not disappear. I often joke with my mother: I am a wandering child. Wandering is hard, but it's worth it. Just like migratory birds looking for a place to spend the winter, I am looking for a spring in which life can thrive. I dare not say how many ups and downs I have experienced in my twenties, but I am not deeply involved in the world, and the world in front of me sometimes makes people lose their way. When the temptation of the outside world makes you feel at a loss, when things change beyond your expectations, when self-righteous things become worthless, when everything around you doesn't develop according to our expectations ... we began to say this popular word: depression; We began to stay awake at night like most people in this city; We began to comfort ourselves: nine times out of ten, life is unhappy ... When my parents and I talked endlessly about the troubles of life and the pressure of work, my mother only said, "I believe you can take care of yourself." Nothing in the world can give me more encouragement and strength than this sentence.

Perhaps the pressure of work is a test of our life, and the troubles of life are catalysts for our growth. Facing the pressure of survival and competition, we can draw warmth and strength from home, let us stand up again and work hard. Birds have no islands, but they still fly and hover in the sky until they run out of strength. If there is no island on our way forward, we will always have an oasis of our own. Come on.

Do you remember Mr. Hu Shi said: If I learn a little good temper, if I learn a little kindness to others, if I learn forgiveness and understanding-I have to thank my loving mother.

Bit by bit, you can feel deep affection, deep gratitude to your parents, guilt to your parents, or too many words ... the price of your growth is your parents' quietly turning white black hair and their aging faces. Not everyone is lucky enough to hear their words of comfort and encouragement in time, and not everyone can always be with them. Don't let unrealized returns become regrets.

Finally, I would like to give the following words to the islanders in my life: Mother, you are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the rain in my heart is coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky?

Who is the island in your life?

Captain Thomas Cook, a world-famous navigator, once recorded an adventure in his diary that puzzled him: once, when he led his fleet to the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, a large group of birds appeared on the vast sea, and thousands of seabirds hovered in the sky for a long time, making a deafening sound. What's more strange is that many birds do not hesitate to throw themselves into the vast sea after exhausting all their physical strength, and the sea keeps stirring up waves.

In fact, Captain Cook was not the first witness to this tragic scene. Before him, many fishermen who often fished in Na Pianhai were stunned by the same scene. Moreover, ornithologists have also found in their long-term research that migratory birds from different directions will meet in this part of the Atlantic Ocean, but they have never figured out why those birds are willing to join the sea one after another.

The mystery was finally solved in the middle of last century. It turns out that the place where seabirds were buried was an island a long time ago. For migratory birds from all over the world, this island is the foothold of their migration and an indispensable safety island in the vast sea. However, in an earthquake, this nameless island sank into the sea and disappeared forever.

Driven by the inertia formed over thousands of years, migratory birds still fly here as always, hoping to have a rest here, get rid of the fatigue caused by the long journey, save some physical strength and start a new journey. However, in the vast sea, they can no longer find the island they want to live on. Exhausted birds can only hover and sing helplessly over their safe islands, hoping for a miracle. When they are finally disappointed, their last strength has been exhausted, and they can only turn their bodies into white waves in the sea of Wang Yang, creating a fleeting island.

After reading this tragic story, please think about the following questions:

During your long migration journey, have you ever owned an island where you can catch your breath and have a rest? And when you find that the island suddenly disappears one day, will you make a final struggle for your survival or future like those seabirds?

Also, do you have a friend who can share everything, or a partner who can give you peace and happiness at any time, or a goal that you have to fight for all your life?

When considering these questions, you might as well look around and think again: How many islands are there around you to rest and catch your breath? And yourself, can you be a safe island for several people and open your chest and arms to them when they need shelter most?