This magpie is lying quietly on the ground.
It was like this when I saw it. I wonder what happened to it. Maybe this is another secret that we will never solve.
It has no scars. It may have eaten something wrong. Of course, I hope it is the result of getting old and losing physical strength. Many people pass by here, but no one wants to stop.
The ant climbed up its body and into its eyes ... I felt physical pain, my feet were allergic, and I got a lot of itchy pimples. The symptoms have eased a lot these days, but now I suddenly feel more itchy and painful.
This poor bird! It was so beautiful that I squatted down to study it carefully. Its tail glows green. Its long tail occupies half the length of its body. Its wings are blue. I have never seen such a beautiful bird. I think it must be a lively and lovely magpie.
Magpie has always been regarded as an auspicious bird, and we can find the answer in many poems.
Fan Chengda of the Song Dynasty wrote in "Jueju Sick":
Eyes from the magpie prophet, the setting sun.
A bamboo chicken can be a rogue, so the mud is deeper and more bitter.
I prefer Qin Shaoyou's sentence in "The Que Qiaoxian": tenderness is like water, courtesy is like a dream, can you take care of the Que Qiaoxian to go home? If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time.
As the old saying goes, it is a good sign to meet a magpie when you go out, and something good will happen, but what about a dead magpie? I am not superstitious, but I am sad. Birds and beasts, in the final analysis, are all living carriers, and we have awe besides awe.
I thought about my life and death. I am willing to think about death. Many times I imagine what will happen after my death, so that Lao Li at home always "scolds" me for being crazy.
But for me, I think this is a serious matter. I have attended many funerals, especially in my hometown in the countryside. People are not cremated, but buried. Dig a big hole in the ground and put the coffin in. I think the people inside will be bitten by insects until we melt into skeletons.
How painful it should be to be bitten by a bug! I would rather choose cremation. Some time ago, I felt that living meant dying. I donated my body and became an ordinary teacher.
I glanced at it and there happened to be a pit next to it. I think I should bury the magpie. I really can't stand being bitten by ants like this.
I picked up a stick, dug a hole under a big tree, put the magpie in and buried it in the soil. I think it will be buried underground.
This is the second time I buried a small animal.
The first time was when I was in junior high school. At that time, the family kept a yellow dog. The dog was very human, but it died anyway. I don't remember whether it was old age or something. All I know is that my dad threw it in the pit. I buried it with soil and picked some wild flowers to cover it. From then on, I will never keep animals again. I don't want to make myself sad about life and death.
No flowers were found this time. There is nothing here but grass. I can't move easily, so I can only press it with clods. I had a hard time climbing out of the pit.
When we pass here again, there is no trace, and life is like a blink of an eye, suddenly. Only when you come, will I keep going. Come and go in a hurry, like snowflakes in the palm of your hand, melting instantly, too late.
One day we will lie down with guns, but we can't escape legal sanctions!