海鷗

Seagull

I was a seagull. When I fly， I would be surer of it， Looking at the dark blue seawater below and the bright sky above， I could feel that wind shuttled back and forth through every feather of mine.

I lived in a crack of a rock ，outside which was the vast sea. I liked watching the sea while lying on my cozy nest. The sea was really beautiful， with no end in sight. Only the bright blue， dark blue， and green blue， which were interspersed with silvery light， were unceasingly changing. I liked watching the sea in my nest， but I liked flying even more. The sea was another scene while I saw from the sky when I was flying. It was magnificent and jumping with my reflection ，I could appreciate my own reflection， and sing heartily while flying， attracting the response of the seagulls around me. At this moment， I would always think that I was very beautiful. I could do what ever I liked， such as straight fly， side fly， glide， and jump. Let others envy! I didn’t care! I was a happy single seagull!

Just like this， I had led a free life for a long time， until I met her. She was a seagull girl， having white and healthy feather. Perhaps because our homes were too near， I heard her singing every morning， and I saw her fly out of her nest every day. I was attracted， and followed her at the fastestspeed. Then， we began to play， dance， till we were both exhausted. When we were too tired， we stopped and rested at the rock on the bank ，combing our feather， and bathing our wet body. At this moment， I thought I was lucky to be a seagull， because only seagulls could enjoy such a free life， and only I could enjoy the happiness that she gave to me.

I forgot when she began to live in my nest. The nest became smaller， but warmer. We no longer went out to fly， but stayed at home， at our home. We stayed in the narrow home， enjoying the beautiful sea view. The sea seemed more beautiful， constantly changing its colors. We fell asleep and woke up over and over again ，in the sound of the waves. I knew， until that day， I had a home which really belonged to me.

Expectedly or unexpectedly， we had three eggs of our own. They were milky white， shining under the gentle sunshine. I was the father of the three eggs. From that day on ， she paid less attention to me. She hatched the eggs all day long. I， at the same time， looked for as much food as I could， to made her strong enough to hatch the eggs. I cause I was a seagull who had a family. I must do what I should do for my family. Over and over again， I caught many preys with my sharp eyes and good skills; over and over again， I carried them back our home; and over and over again， I hurried out to go on with my work . I only found some food for myself when the sun set. Then I dragged my body to go home. When I reached home， she had already fallen asleep. She lay on the eggs and covered them with her body in case I saw them. I ， slept at the dorrway， and shielded the cold wind for her and my babies. I knew it was my responsibility.

The day that the babies emerged was coming. It was one day with gentle breezes and warm sunshine， and I left home for work early in the morning. I didn’t know why all the fish had hidded in the deep sea， so I had to fly to the distant place to search. Suddenly， I saw a layer of dark clouds was moving from the remotest places at a distance. I hesitated for a while， but at last I determined to continue looking for food. There were only three fish for her at home. But the fish never cooperated with me. I failed again and again. At last， I captured a big fish， but that black cloud had been already near before eyes. I could feel that heavy raindrops hit my head， and my shoulders. My wings were drenched， I felt so cold， and I found I was falling. I couldn’t open my mouth， because there was her food inside. The home was nearer and nearer， but I had been already completely exhausted. My eyes were full of something that I dind’t know was rainwater or tears. It flowed along my faces， and into my mouth， salty. I was falling， which I couldn’t control at all. At this moment， I heard a babiescry from our home……

The sun shone again after the rain， and the seagull’s remains floated on the sea surface， close to the bank. Voices of little seagulls were heard from the crack of the rock ，one and another--The seagull disappeared， as quietly as a drop of water evaporates.

However， the story of the seagull isn’t over， because there were waves， sunshine， seawinds， and the little seagulls that have broken out of the shells. I think， the story of the seagull will never end as long as there is sky， sea， and seagulls.

海鷗

我是一只海鷗。每當(dāng)我飛起來的時候，我都會更加確信。望著腳下深藍(lán)的海水和頭頂豁亮的天空，我能感到風(fēng)從我每一根羽毛中穿梭而過。

我的家在海邊的一個巖縫里，窗外就是浩瀚的大海，我喜歡躲在我暖暖的窩里看大海。大海真的很美，永遠(yuǎn)也望不到邊，只有點綴著銀色亮光的蔚藍(lán)、深藍(lán)、碧藍(lán)、不停地變幻著。我愛在窩里看海，但我更喜歡飛。飛翔時的大海又是另一番景象了。它燦爛而跳躍著，投下我的身影。我可一邊飛一邊欣賞，欣賞我自己的影子，并且高歌著，引來身邊海鷗們的回應(yīng)。每到這個時候，我都覺得自己很美，在旁人的目光中，我直飛、側(cè)飛、滑翔、跳躍，做盡我想做的，讓別人羨慕去吧！誰讓我是一只單身的海鷗呢！

就這樣，我在自由中生活了很久，直到有一天，我遇見了她。她是一個雌海鷗，有著難得的潔白而健康的羽毛。也許是我們的巖縫挨得太近了，我每天早上都能聽見她的歌聲，然后就能看見她飛出洞口。于是我也躍躍欲試，總會以最快的速度趕上去。接著，我們就開始嬉戲、飛舞，直到精疲力竭。飛累了，我們就停在岸邊的巖石上梳理羽毛，晾干被海浪打濕的身體。這時候，我忽然會慶幸自己是一個海鷗，因為只有海鷗才能享受這樣盡情的快樂，也只有我能夠享受她給我的快樂。

也忘了是哪一天，她終于住進(jìn)了我的巖縫，洞頓時變小了，但是卻更溫暖了。于是我們不再出去飛翔，而是靜靜地在家里，我們倆的家里，擠在狹小的巖縫中看海景。海似乎更美了，不斷地變換色彩，因為這里有她為我加入的顏色，我們在沉沉的海聲中睡去又醒來。我知道，直到這一天，我才真正擁有了一個家。

在意料之中也是在意料之外，居然有了三枚自己的蛋，它們是乳白色的，在微弱的陽光下閃耀著柔光。我成了這三枚蛋的父親！也是從那天起，她開始不理睬我，整天用心地孵我們的蛋，而我呢，必須拼命地覓食，讓她變得強(qiáng)壯，她有足夠的體力孵蛋我知道我已經(jīng)永遠(yuǎn)告別了以前自由的日子，因為我是一個有家的海鷗，我必須為了我的家人做我應(yīng)該做的。一次又一次地，我用我敏銳的目光和敏捷的身手捉到一條條獵物，一次又一次地送進(jìn)我們的巖縫，然后又一次又一次地沖出去。直到太陽快要收起最后一束光芒才終于為自己尋覓一點點食物，然后拖著疲憊的身體回到我們的家。那時她早已經(jīng)睡了，就瞬息萬變那三枚蛋上，用她的身體遮住它們，一點不讓我看見。而我，就睡在洞口，為她和它們擋住濕冷的海風(fēng)。我知道這是我的職責(zé)。

它們誕生的日子該到了吧。又是風(fēng)和日麗的一天，我一早便離開家開始了我的工作。不知為什么，魚兒都躲到了深海里，我只有向遠(yuǎn)處飛。忽然，我看到遠(yuǎn)處天邊有一層黑云正壓過來，我猶豫了一下，便決定繼續(xù)覓食，她才吃了三條小魚而已。我用力向遠(yuǎn)飛，然而魚卻不會合作，竟然屢屢失手。終于，我逮到了一條大魚，然而那片黑云也已經(jīng)近在眼前了。我感到沉甸甸的雨點砸在我的頭上、肩上，我的翅膀濕透了，變得又冷又沉，我不能松開嘴，因為那里邊有我給她的食物。家越來越近了，而我卻已經(jīng)精疲力竭，我的眼里充滿了不知是雨水還是淚水的東西，流下來，咸咸的流進(jìn)嘴里。我在下沉著，已經(jīng)不能自控。正在這時，我聽到我們的巖縫里傳出一聲稚嫩的叫聲，又是一聲……

雨過天晴，海鷗的身體漂浮在靠近巖邊的海面上，離巖只有那么一點點。巖邊的巖縫里有小海鷗的叫聲，一聲又是一聲……海鷗就這樣消失了，像蒸發(fā)一滴水一般悄無聲息。但是，海鷗的故事并沒有結(jié)束，因為這里還有海浪、有陽光、有海風(fēng)，還有破殼而出的小海鷗。我想只要有海有天空，就有海鷗，海鷗的故事是永遠(yuǎn)不會結(jié)束的。