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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.
海鸥
我是一只海鸥。每当我飞起来的时候，我都会更加确信。望着脚下深蓝的海水和头顶豁亮的天空，我能感到风从我每一根羽毛中穿梭而过。
我的家在海边的一个岩缝里，窗外就是浩瀚的大海，我喜欢躲在我暖暖的窝里看大海。大海真的很美，永远也望不到边，只有点缀着银色亮光的蔚蓝、深蓝、碧蓝、不停地变幻着。我爱在窝里看海，但我更喜欢飞。飞翔时的大海又是另一番景象了。它灿烂而跳跃着，投下我的身影。我可一边飞一边欣赏，欣赏我自己的影子，并且高歌着，引来身边海鸥们的回应。每到这个时候，我都觉得自己很美，在旁人的目光中，我直飞、侧飞、滑翔、跳跃，做尽我想做的，让别人羡慕去吧！谁让我是一只单身的海鸥呢！
就这样，我在自由中生活了很久，直到有一天，我遇见了她。她是一个雌海鸥，有着难得的洁白而健康的羽毛。也许是我们的岩缝挨得太近了，我每天早上都能听见她的歌声，然后就能看见她飞出洞口。于是我也跃跃欲试，总会以最快的速度赶上去。接着，我们就开始嬉戏、飞舞，直到精疲力竭。飞累了，我们就停在岸边的岩石上梳理羽毛，晾干被海浪打湿的身体。这时候，我忽然会庆幸自己是一个海鸥，因为只有海鸥才能享受这样尽情的快乐，也只有我能够享受她给我的快乐。
也忘了是哪一天，她终于住进了我的岩缝，洞顿时变小了，但是却更温暖了。于是我们不再出去飞翔，而是静静地在家里，我们俩的家里，挤在狭小的岩缝中看海景。海似乎更美了，不断地变换色彩，因为这里有她为我加入的颜色，我们在沉沉的海声中睡去又醒来。我知道，直到这一天，我才真正拥有了一个家。
在意料之中也是在意料之外，居然有了三枚自己的蛋，它们是乳白色的，在微弱的阳光下闪耀着柔光。我成了这三枚蛋的父亲！也是从那天起，她开始不理睬我，整天用心地孵我们的蛋，而我呢，必须拼命地觅食，让她变得强壮，她有足够的体力孵蛋我知道我已经永远告别了以前自由的日子，因为我是一个有家的海鸥，我必须为了我的家人做我应该做的。一次又一次地，我用我敏锐的目光和敏捷的身手捉到一条条猎物，一次又一次地送进我们的岩缝，然后又一次又一次地冲出去。直到太阳快要收起最后一束光芒才终于为自己寻觅一点点食物，然后拖着疲惫的身体回到我们的家。那时她早已经睡了，就瞬息万变那三枚蛋上，用她的身体遮住它们，一点不让我看见。而我，就睡在洞口，为她和它们挡住湿冷的海风。我知道这是我的职责。
它们诞生的日子该到了吧。又是风和日丽的一天，我一早便离开家开始了我的工作。不知为什么，鱼儿都躲到了深海里，我只有向远处飞。忽然，我看到远处天边有一层黑云正压过来，我犹豫了一下，便决定继续觅食，她才吃了三条小鱼而已。我用力向远飞，然而鱼却不会合作，竟然屡屡失手。终于，我逮到了一条大鱼，然而那片黑云也已经近在眼前了。我感到沉甸甸的雨点砸在我的头上、肩上，我的翅膀湿透了，变得又冷又沉，我不能松开嘴，因为那里边有我给她的食物。家越来越近了，而我却已经精疲力竭，我的眼里充满了不知是雨水还是泪水的东西，流下来，咸咸的流进嘴里。我在下沉着，已经不能自控。正在这时，我听到我们的岩缝里传出一声稚嫩的叫声，又是一声……
雨过天晴，海鸥的身体漂浮在靠近岩边的海面上，离岩只有那么一点点。岩边的岩缝里有小海鸥的叫声，一声又是一声……海鸥就这样消失了，像蒸发一滴水一般悄无声息。但是，海鸥的故事并没有结束，因为这里还有海浪、有阳光、有海风，还有破壳而出的小海鸥。我想只要有海有天空，就有海鸥，海鸥的故事是永远不会结束的。
