writing a story2 Victor Moreira: with all my friends growing, holding a lot of nests with eggs from different amazing birds in our branch, seeing the sky over our tops and feeling that anything could be larger than us. A terrific day a group of men come to our beautiful place in trucks and others things that making a terrible noise, that noise only could mean one thing... destruction. I was frightened by the noise... 顾琳锦: Then some terrible thing has happened. I saw brothers and sisters around me were cut down one by one. At last, disaster came to me...When I was awake, I lied on the cold floor and couldn't see anything but deep dark…