This is a legendary bird. It has no feet, so it can only keep flying. The only destination is death. It's called Bluebird. Bluebird seems to be born to fly, and the blue sky is the color of his life. He never thought about where he came from or where he was going. The first time I can fly with wings, I am doomed to this life. Stand up and feel the fresh air and look at the smaller and smaller birthplace in the distance. The excitement, excitement, longing and passion of youth made him flap his wings and slide forward again. Fly between sunrise and sunset. On a warm and soft day, the sun was lazily sprinkled on the feathers, and suddenly an idea flashed: one day I will be unable to move my wings, and that moment is death. Where was that day? I don't know, for the first time, I vaguely felt that there was something in life called trouble. Suddenly a lush forest appeared below, and I remembered the branches and weeds in my memory. Reminds me of the warmth of home. So I flew desperately. After a few laps, I couldn't find a place to stay, and there was no seat in a foreign land. A voice sounded: "Because you have no feet, you choose to stop, you choose to die, and you will fly all your life ..." The bluebird cried in despair. All the creatures in the forest looked askance, pity, indifference and gloating, so the bluebird hated its fate. "I have no feet. Why am I the only bird like this in the world? If you don't give me feet, why don't you give me directions, why don't you give it to my home? " The blue bird's heart-rending cry resounded through the sky. Tears fell on the ground, melted into rivers and grass, and were fleeting. Hate and hate, bluebird slowly fell asleep in gliding, and the dazzling sunshine in the morning woke him up from his deep sleep, and life continued. A voice came with the wind: "Your direction is the sun"! Jade bird looked up at the sun, warm and brilliant. So I believed that voice and had a reason to live. Over the sky, overlooking the earth, I saw the life crawling on the ground, satisfied with Fiona Fang, who was considered as the whole world, and saw the birds that had to stop flying temporarily. The bluebird began to be glad that it had no feet, so that it could concentrate on flying, fly farther and see the scenery that other life could not see. So I happily forgot the days when I was washed away and hit in the storm. Forget the days when you could fly on an icy iceberg by flapping your wings constantly. Forgetting those cold eyes, flying over the mountains and seas, the bluebird shed sweat happily. I don't remember how many days I flew and the sun went down. I miss the forest where I was born before. At this time, I found that the feathers were no longer shining and the wings were no longer strong. I don't know when I am old. It's getting cold and snowing. The sky is still so blue, but it has become far away. The line of sight is no longer clear, and feathers are falling. Suddenly, I crashed into the snow and woke up a group of foraging birds. The cold and wet earth is a familiar feeling, just like home in memory. I feel that the hot air on my body is spreading into the air, and the blue sky is getting smaller and smaller in my pupils, gradually blurring. Jade bird's body became stiff and its head stretched forward hard, as if it had become a special symbol to send the last question to the sky. In ancient times, Miracle and Maggie, the woodcutter's children, had a dream before Christmas: a fairy named Bell Lu came and entrusted them to find a blue bird for her little daughter, because she was very ill, and only this god bird could cure her illness. The fairy also said, "My little daughter will not be happy until she is well." So they entered another world accompanied by cats and dogs and spirits of all kinds of things (sugar, bread, fire, water), and searched for this bluebird under the guidance of god of light. They went through hardships in the land of memory, the palace of night, the palace of happiness, the cemetery and the future kingdom, and the temple in god of light, but the jade bird always got and lost, and finally failed to find it. They have to go home. When they woke up in the morning, Mrs. corbett, a neighbor of Berlin, came to ask for a Christmas present for her sick child. Gigi had to give her her beloved pigeon. Unexpectedly, the pigeon turned green and became a "bluebird". The girl in Xianju is also ill. Maurice maeterlinck, a Belgian writer and founder of symbolic drama, wrote a fairy tale script with the same name. Later, his wife, Georgette Leblanc, adapted this prose fairy tale into a children's book. The theme of this fairy tale is as the book says: "We give people happiness, and we are closer to happiness." God of light pointed out a "road to happiness through kindness, kindness and generosity" for the hero. The author said: "Each of us is seeking our own happiness. In fact, happiness is not so rare. If we often have selfless goodwill, happiness is close at hand. "