At nine o'clock in the morning, my parents came to the foot of the Tibetan Buddha pit and prepared to climb the mountain.
"Goo goo, goo goo" several crisp birdsongs came to my ears. I don't know why, I heard a kind of sadness and a kind of crying complaint, which made my parents and I lean our heads together. It turned out to be some pheasants. But he was bound with wings, fetters and locked in a cage. Staring at the mountains, I gave a few sad groans from time to time. Obviously, they once lived in the jungle and made carefree pheasants, but they failed to escape the clutches of hunters. If you don't see him for a few days, you will be put on the table by a ferocious human being ... Mom bought it for him without thinking, and the three of them unanimously decided to let him go back to his home. It was just a smooth road at first, and it wouldn't be too much trouble for us to walk a few steps occasionally. But when I got there, I began to be in danger. Because the forest is getting denser and denser, we can only see the spots cast by the mottled underground. Facing the stream, we can only walk on a few mossy rocks. We walked carefully, one by one, holding them gently.
Enter the mountains. We untied the rope and they flew into the air and gave us a reluctant look. That glance not only contained gratitude to us, but also expressed resentment to mankind. "Whisper, whisper, whisper," a loud bird song pierced the silent mountain forest. We watched them leave. Mom and dad spent more than 300 yuan, but it's not a pity. After all, they are still young and have the right to embrace life.