Lonely sparrow

I saw a photographic work, a sparrow, standing alone on a branch and looking out.

What is it looking at?

Is it waiting for a beautiful female bird (or maybe a male bird) to come home at night? If so, why did a bird come back late? Are you busy building a house with grass or hooking up outside?

Or is this an unsociable sparrow, far away from the noisy "Twitter" of the same kind, preferring to live alone rather than be a gregarious bird against one's will?

Maybe it's just a chick. He didn't think about anything, but he was hungry and stood on the branch waiting for his mother to come back for food. ...

No matter what the sparrow thought, didn't expect, or met, anyway, this work has touched me, and so has the bird.

A friend commented on this work, no, it should be a comment on this sparrow: this is thinking about life.

When I heard that, I first smiled and then was silent.

In fact, it's this sparrow, maybe you, him and me standing alone on the branch.

However, we have different heights, different positions, different horizons and different results!