"Swallows have disappeared for 78 years. I often look for it in the city, but I am always disappointed. In the lobby of the mall, it naturally refused to go. I climbed to the top of the building, which is as high as ten stories. I have never seen its nest built. I also went to the park on purpose, and there was no trace of it in the beautiful scenery. Ah, dear swallow, are you extinct on the earth, or will you not come to this big city: I am so bitter, dreaming of your beautiful image and whispering at night, but I can't grieve myself!
I remember when I was in the village, it came as soon as it was warm and lived on the beam of my low hut until it was cold in late autumn. She wears a black coat and always wraps her head tightly. She seems to be a widow. All day, she was mumbling, looking weak and stubborn. I just learned to climb, rolling naked in the mud pit, urinating and playing with mud with my hands. Later, when I was a little older, I went to herd cattle. I picked strawberry seeds to eat, and I drank the water from the river. I also sat on the sunny slope to catch lice, and even went to the temple on the hillside with my grandmother to burn incense and kowtow. Swallows always accompany me wherever I go. When I say "more lice and more money" and "out of sight is clean", the swallow can't stop whispering. Others can't understand what it is saying, but I understand: it knows us, and often it will fly to our palms as long as it learns to whisper.
I had cats and dogs when I was a child, but cats are easy to betray, and dogs also have many evil things. Only swallows are the best Between these four mountains, it gives me happiness and pride. I look forward to it every year, and it does. It's been many years, and it's still its old appearance, and I still remember this hut every year.
I grew up in the countryside and studied in a big city, but I was deeply ashamed of my ignorance when I was a child, and I always blushed when I thought about it. But, Swallow, does it still live on my wooden beam? Is it still saying those old sayings that don't change its voice and appearance? I want to tell it all the changes and feelings, but I can't find it anymore.
One day, there will be a meeting in the city. The meeting place is a large conference room with seven floors, which is exquisitely decorated. I was listening to the report near the glass window, which was more than one person high, when I suddenly heard a mumbling cry, which immediately touched my nerves. I looked up, and there were countless black spots in the air outside the window, which were gray. Ah, swallow, it's my dear swallow! It has come to the city, and there are so many! In this world, it is everywhere; Before, I hated it for not coming. It turned out that I was rare!
There are more and more swallows, forming a swallow array, which makes the day when the sunset glow shines unclear. However, none of them just came for this seven-story building. I looked out and saw tall buildings all around. Swallows circled around the drum tower with a small well on the right. On the top of the drum tower, under the eaves, in the pillars and on the steps, they went in and out and sang nonstop.
This actually confuses me. As soon as the meeting was over, I went to the balcony and thought: Drum Tower is not tall and gorgeous. Because of disrepair, there are no carvings on the beams, no paintings on the buildings, and even the wind chimes jingle in the breeze. What's the attraction?
"Why don't you come up to the surrounding tall buildings?"
"Tall buildings are modern." Someone nearby said.
"Why don't the modern ones come?"
"This is nostalgia."
I didn't care too much, so I made up my mouth to make the sound of Yan Ming that I learned when I was a child, but they flew past me one by one, but they didn't just fall and went to the Drum Tower.
"Well," I sighed, "they forgot me, too." "You forgot you."
Yes, I forgot me. I am no longer such a tearful child. I have grown up. I have knowledge, it only knows me in the past! But I'm proud, I'm proud, I'm not who I used to be after all. But it, my swallow, is indifferent to this modern building and madly loves the Drum Tower, because only this Drum Tower is their sentient beings. What happened to them? They muttered to themselves, only telling this eternal language to the Drum Tower, complaining and protesting. Is there no place for them in such a big city?
Ah, Swallow, I can't help feeling sad: Today, you are still so stubborn and biased, refusing to settle down in the new building and stubbornly flying to the decaying Drum Tower. Then, the city will never be your world, and there are more and more modern buildings. Aren't you really dying? What can I say, my poor swallow, my sad swallow! "
When I was a child, swallows still came to nest under the beam every year. Will they still go now? I don't know. In the spring when I haven't seen my hometown for many years, the swallows are gone. Will I meet them somewhere in this strange city? I don't know, but I'm looking forward to a chance encounter.