I am a little goldfish. If you really want to know how small it is, it may only be five centimeters with a ruler. I don't know where I came from, let alone what my mother looked like. For as long as I can remember, I have lived in a transparent glass tank with goldfish of various sizes and colors. The man who has passed the age of confusion sprinkles some fine powdery things into the fish tank every day. We all know that it is food. This is not because our noses are sensitive enough, but experience and habits tell us. We, in addition to eating, will never have any other surprises. At this moment, my companions and I opened our mouths and swam towards the food with lightning speed. Everyone has to go all out to try to eat more, because if we didn't eat today, we have to wait until tomorrow, which is too long for our stomachs. I don't know who spread the public opinion that goldfish can only be eaten once a day, and only a small amount, otherwise it will die. Alas, no communication is really scary. These grotesque antics always starve us, so we scrambled for less than 10 seconds. It is said that human beings cannot afford to hurt because of money, then our goldfish destroys harmony because of food.

We had a leisurely life, but we had no bigger places to go, and I often longed for vast freedoms. If possible, I would like to fight for freedom. The funny thing is that although we are weak, we cannot find a strong enemy.

Every day when I see pedestrians hurried by, I have such a show of self-comfort in my heart: Although I don't have the freedom of your human beings, I have free food to eat, don't worry about where to live. At this time, I can finally find a sense of superiority in being a goldfish. Of course, if anyone disdains my sense of superiority, it means that you haven't realized the difficulty of this accommodation. Go and watch the BBC documentary, after watching it, you will know how difficult it is to have a meal these days, and how difficult it is to have a nest.

I look happy every day, but I also have my own sadness. Every time I see my companions who have lived and played together leave, no one can see the sadness in my eyes, at least I know that humans are invisible, because they all leave with undisguised joy. But slowly I also accepted this separation, the old companion left, the new companion came, and so on. To be honest, when those goldfish were taken away one by one, in addition to being sad, I also flashed some despicable joy, but fortunately I ran fast and was not caught.

The days are just like this, when I eat comfortably and swim freely every day, it slips away quietly. One day when I was wandering around, I suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer goldfishes I was familiar with, and I realized that I had been in this fish tank for more than half a year. I suddenly wondered what life was going on for the goldfish that was taken away? And why did you stay here for so long? Is it a lucky escape every time, or are those people who don't want to take me away because I'm not pretty? I always thought it was the former. OMG! Am I not pretty? I never thought about this question. I immediately turned around a few times, and the surroundings were transparent, so I couldn't see myself. If it's really because I'm ugly that I've been kept here forever, then the joy of every escape before has become the biggest irony now.

When someone came to pick goldfish again, I swam hard and jumped up happily. Once I was finally lucky enough to be caught, only to be brushed down mercilessly, and I was embarrassed at the time. After being eliminated again and again, I realized that I am an ornamental goldfish. My value is that humans bring me home, and when they see me, they are pleasant to the eyes and in a good mood. I hate myself for not thinking about this before.

It seems that my appearance has no advantage, and I am trapped in a pile of fish. Everyone has their own characteristics. How can I leave this place and reflect my value? I realized I couldn't stay here for comfort anymore, because no one would ever appreciate me here. To think of new places to go, I have to put in more effort than any other goldfish.

To say that in the past, I was swimming lazily, but now I am swimming happily. I want to find my strengths, I don't have a good appearance, but I want to have a healthy body. Slowly I found myself with a new skill, and that is when I hold my head up and blow bubbles with my head up, my mouth can make a loud noise, I think the strings of bubbles are matched with This voice should make me look spirited and cute. This is something that other goldfish can't do, and I snickered. Waiting quietly for the arrival of the new owner.

But a few days later, I'm still here.

At this moment, a mother and a five-year-old boy came to the fish tank. The mother lets her child choose their favorite goldfish. I looked at this little boy: white skin, smooth and full forehead, big eyes focused and focused, the yellow shirt and blue plaid shorts made him more beautiful and cute. I fell in love with him right away and swam to the front without hesitation. The little boy looked left and right, not knowing which one to choose. I knew it was time to give full play to my special talents. Sure enough, the little boy picked me up decisively after seeing my performance. Maybe he was too excited. When I was just picked up, his hand shook and I was thrown to the ground mercilessly. After I got out of the water and fell, I couldn't breathe like I had asthma, and I was dying on the ground. Fortunately, the little boy picked me up immediately and put me in the water bag that the man had already prepared. I took a deep breath, and I never thought the water tasted so good. At this time, the child's mother said: "No, I just fell to the ground, and I'm sure it won't last long. Let's pick another one!" The little boy said: No, I want this one, who said it wouldn't live long, look how well it swims! You can blow bubbles when you fall on the ground!