高高的山崖,布满了凸现出苍劲棱角的石块,夕阳把崖顶的鹰巢染成赤红的血色。一声尖锐的鹰叫,撕破黄昏的寂静,荡起阵阵回声。雌鹰在巢中,用爱抚的目光注视着刚刚孵出的雏鹰。雏鹰们渐渐长大了,在父母的带领下开始学习飞翔。像父母那样,小鹰们一个个张开翅膀,双脚蹬地,却只飞起一点就摔了下来。它们遥望万里无云的碧空,只有一个信念:练!一次次飞起,一次次又从空中重重跌下,血不断溢出伤口,瘫在地上。很快它们挣扎爬起 The tall cliffs are covered with rocks that highlight the corners and corners, and the setting sun is dyeing the hawk nest on the top of the cliff into red blood. A sharp hawk shouted and tore through the stillness of dusk, echoing echoes. The eagle watched the newly hatched chick with caressing eyes in her nest. The young eagles grew up and began to learn to fly under the guidance of their parents. Like their parents, the hawks opened their wings one after another, and slammed their feet. However, they only fell off when they were flying. They are looking at the cloudless sky. There is only one belief: to practice, to fly again and again, and again and again to fall from the air. The blood continues to overflow the wounds and lie down on the ground. Soon they struggled to climb up