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Eagle, masters of the sky. It is majestic and powerful with sharp claws, sharp eyes, could not help but to its spiritual beings scared, afraid, afraid. But I was hopelessly in love with this fierce and divine animals, though I do not keen on adventure, nor fanatics. To know the eagle, it does not seem sinister, like a snake. As the sky god, it openly prey to its natural speed, extremely sharp claws, small animals have without a fight, struggle is in vain.
Middle School was always the "Eagle will eventually fighting waves, how can we stop the thunder and lightning storm" to encourage ourselves, often Shennian this sentence, I will myself full force. Because I believe one day will be like the eagle as their fighting wind and waves, without fear of rain, the achievements of great me.
However, very few people know the real reason I love eagles. I imagine it is because, like an eagle grabbed their own happiness does not let go. Feel that their love has been very humble, very small. Lots of love not germinate the seeds in the occasion, it was difficult birth. Perhaps not every rose is barbed, not every thorn is scratchy. But what is certain is that roses also have their own distress, others do not know.
Struggle, hardship, often because of his stubborn and has made many wrong decisions. Perhaps too confident, the result is just another injury, suffering and you feel good, like a glass of spirits to wallow in the internal organs as uncomfortable.
Love is hard. Jealousy, hypocrisy, jealousy, or indifferent, cold, indifferent, go along, will bear the other party; too concerned, too nervous, and refused to leave, then what is a mature love. The complexity of human nature repeat itself, the end can not make everyone do so.
I heard, every person believe in love, is a fool. However, some lovely fool, but some silly fools.
Occasionally hang up, the heart faint Yang Qi sad, although they knew that should not have imagined. Sorry to hate like sticky like the wind. Perhaps this is a growth. When, I do not uncomfortable? Perhaps, when the time is right disheartened.
老鹰，是天空的主宰者。它雄壮有力，有着锐利的爪子、锋利的眼神，众生灵不由得对其惊怕、畏惧，闻风丧胆。可是，我却无可救药地爱上了这种凶狠而神明的动物，虽然我不热衷于冒险，也非狂热份子。要知道老鹰，它不似蛇一样阴险。作为天空的神灵，它光明正大地猎物，就以其天生的速度、锐利无比的爪子，弱小的动物不得不束手就擒，挣扎亦是徒然。
高三的时候，总是以“雄鹰终会搏击风浪，风雨雷电岂能阻挡”来勉励自己，每每深念这句话，我都会浑身充满力量。因为，我相信终有一天自己也会像雄鹰一样搏击风浪，无惧风雨，成就大我。
可是，很少人知道，我爱上老鹰的真正缘故。那是因为我很想像老鹰一样狠狠地抓住自己的幸福不放手。一直觉得自己的爱很卑微，也很渺小。许许多多的爱恋的种子在尚未发芽之际，便难产了。也许，不是每一朵玫瑰都带刺，不是每一根刺都扎人。但可以肯定的是，玫瑰也有自己的苦恼，别人却不知晓。
挣扎、困顿，常常因为自己的死心眼而做出了很多错误的决定。兴许太自信，换来的不过是另一种伤害，心痛的感觉不好受，就似一杯烈酒在五脏六腑中打滚般难受。
爱人很难。嫉妒、虚伪、猜忌，抑或是无所谓、冷淡、漠然、附和，都会使对方难以承受；太在乎、太紧张、寸步不离，那又是一种不成熟的爱。人性何其复杂，终不能使每一个人如愿。
听说，每一个相信爱情的人，都是傻瓜。不过，有的是可爱的傻瓜，有的却是愚蠢的傻瓜。
偶尔挂掉电话之后，心内漾起隐隐的难过，虽然明知道这种臆想不该有。难过就似黏黏的风一样讨厌。也许，这也是一种成长。什么时候，我就不难受了？或许，那时该是心死的时候吧。
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