Have you ever heard a kind of a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. The, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outearol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price.

The bird is called thorn bird.

How do you think about it? You feel it is stupid, persistent or ambitious? It is worth nothing except bringing great pain. The whole world is still moving and the other birds are singing. There is no difference whether it is dead or alive.

Nevertheless, I’d like to say that I appreciate it very much. It is indomitable, unremitting and respected. No other birds can be compared with it in my heart. And I also appreciate such kind of person.

Once my friend told me, if you decide to do one thing, do your best, never waiting time or even killing time no matter the result is good or not.

It is easier said than done. I keep the thorn bird in my heart-------a scared bird.