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Chapter 3 A touching story about "Eagle"
On the edge of a vast grassland, in a jungle with a history of a hundred years, on the tallest and oldest tree in the forest, with twisted and twisted branches full of gum, an eagle, a male eagle, fell. No one knows how many years it has lived here.
According to legend, there used to be two eagles flying together on this grassland, which is very eye-catching. The one with black feathers shining brightly and with a strong physique was a male eagle, and the female eagle with snow-white feathers was a beautiful white eagle.
When the black and white eagles soar in the sky, their demeanor will make the white clouds in the sky unpredictable, rolling up and down, like dancing; the wild beasts in the woods roar in unison to cheer for them; Their love; the river will flow more happily, turning out the blossoms and singing for them.
One day, the furious Aeolus swept the desert and stormed the grasslands. The black eagle, the eagle that protected the white eagle under its wings, struggled hard against the storm and flew to their sheltered forest. The sky was dark, and the ferocious storm seemed to devour them. At this time, the black eagle made a sharp cry, put away its wings, and fell sharply down with the wind, followed by the white eagle. 
The storm has passed.
Luckily, the black eagle fell on a tree fork, and one of its wings was broken. The white eagle landed on the black eagle and was safe and sound.
Since then, people have not seen the sight of black and white eagles flying together in the sky. What they often see is the black eagle with one wing attached, standing on the branch with dim eyes, staring blankly at the blue sky far away from it. color sky. The white eagle usually accompanies the black eagle quietly, and will only fly out when foraging for food.
One summer, the white eagle flew out of the forest to hunt for food, but never came back. It is said that a group of people came to this grassland.
Days passed, the birds sang songs for the black eagle they admired, and accompany it to spend the lonely and restless waiting days; A sleepless night.
One day, the birds suddenly found that the black eagle was gone.
The black eagle, this black eagle with broken wings, is struggling to find the white eagle.
The black eagle that fluttered desperately with its disabled wings would fall out of the air after flying a few steps. It was panting, covered in mud, its black feathers no longer had the proud luster of its former glory, but its eyes were full of hope, shining brightly. Just like that, soar, fall, soar, fall again.
Passing horses are moved by the stubbornness of the black eagle, so they carry it for a run; the blooming dandelion admires its fidelity to love and sends it morning dew and stamens; the flowing stream is moved by its perseverance and puts it on its body. The dust is washed away, and it floats away for a ride.
In this way, after an unknown number of days, the exhausted and emaciated Black Eagle finally came to a tall building. It looked around for the white eagle. No, no white eagle. But it clearly feels the breath of the white eagle, it is here, here! 
The already dim eyes suddenly became bright and sharp again, and the black eagle flew excitedly to a big tree next to the building and looked inside. Ah, see, it saw the white eagle, and its white eagle was in that building, standing on a high shelf. Its feathers are still as white as snow. It folded its wings, stood upright with its still beautiful long neck, and stared into the distance with bright eyes, as if looking forward to the arrival of the black eagle. It's just that its eyes are cold, as cold as glass that has never been seen before.
The black eagle struggled to jump to the top of the tree, with hot eyes, hurriedly shaking the only intact wing, accumulating all its strength, it was about to fly in front of the white eagle that it thought about day and night. Hearing a high-pitched whistle, the black eagle rushed towards the tall building with the speed of an arrow. 
Guess the result. . .
The setting sun gathered its afterglow, the sky dimmed, and a light rain fell on the black eagle lying in front of the door. There was silence all around, dripping raindrops, like tears streaming down the bright glass door.
A few gold words inlaid above the door are faintly visible: Bird Museum.
The black eagle crashed into the glass door of the museum.
Before long, people who come here can see two specimens of eagles, standing side by side on a dead tree branch high in the museum, with a picture of an empty grassland in the background.
Sign introduction: Bird class: Eagle family, black eagle (male), white eagle (female). 
(Story Ending)
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All the illustrations of this story are generated by PS processing with a lot of effort. It is difficult to find scene pictures. All the efforts are just to hope that such a classic story will make everyone remember it and let us be inspired!
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