The new couple who lived on the fourth floor last year also moved out during the season when swallows flew south. In this way, I moved from the third floor to the fourth floor to live alone, near the swallow's nest. Next spring, I can hear different good news from the swallow every morning and evening. The bird's nest lives on the left eaves of doors and windows, for fear that swallows' droppings will fall on the dirty corridor floor, so I specially found a paper nail to meet swallows' droppings under the bird's nest, and waited carefully for Chun Yan next spring.
Waiting for last year's nest swallow, this year's spring has arrived early, the peach blossoms and willow leaves on the lake have been cut off by other Chun Yan, but the former swallows have not returned to the nest. Is it because the original swallows think my room is simple and unpretentious, which is detrimental to its beautiful sweet nest, or because I go in and out in pairs every day alone, for fear of affecting other people's mood, so I don't want to live here anymore?
However, in the deep expectation of the season gone forever, I suddenly heard swallows whispering on the veranda on the fifth floor every morning and evening. From then on, I went to the fifth floor to observe whether I lived in Chun Yan on the fourth floor, only to find that there was only a whispering swallow on the wire of the veranda. This swallow seems to want to have a home, combing the feathers scattered by the wind and rain, singing to the spring alone, calling for friends who want to read its heart and flying to build a warm nest with it. But every time Miss Yan flies past it, no one stays to pay attention to its feelings?
In the corridor on the fifth floor, listening to the lonely swallow whispering, I couldn't help whistling to the lonely swallow. The lonely swallow seemed to notice what people meant, so she cocked her head and sang more affectionately. Ah! Lonely Swallow, I understand how you feel. I'm afraid of your loneliness and sadness. Why don't you come down and live in the nest abandoned by Yan on my door and window, so that our lonely hearts can be close and talk to each other.
Ah! Lonely Yan, I hope I can be the girl in your dream, so that I can build a new nest with you, feel the beauty of spring together during the day and spend the warmth of the nest together at night. I can't wait for you to become a beautiful girl so that we can build an ideal home together.
Ah! Lonely Chun Yan, are you really so lonely? In this beautiful spring, my heart deeply prays for you. May every lonely creature find a lovesick companion and be happy and safe forever?
Appreciation of the exquisite prose describing swallows: When swallows came, spring was blooming, and I accidentally turned to some pictures of swallows. They spread their wings wantonly, flying from willow branch to willow branch like peas and plums. When the swallows came, drizzle filled the courtyard. I just don't know why, when I saw the little swallow, my childhood memories mushroomed, and the uncontrollable madness came. Listening to the chirping of birds outside the window, I knew it wasn't the chirping of swallows. I moved my fingers, but I still wrote a few words. There are no swallows in the south.
So, I really haven't seen a swallow for four years. When I pursued my dream of going to the south to study, there was no spring and autumn in my hometown, and I could no longer see the swallows that predicted the arrival of spring.
I vaguely remember that every time the willows germinate, there are always three or two swallows flying in with mud in their mouths, nesting under the eaves of the door, and chattering incessantly. At this time, grandma will look unhappy and say: I have to clean for them again. Your doorpost is full of dirt. ? I looked down and couldn't help laughing. Grandma is worried about their excrement! The cement floor is not easy to clean, so grandma washes it with water every day and buries it with soil, so it looks less messy. Once I couldn't help asking my grandmother, since they are so dirty, why not drive them away? Grandma just looked up at the nest made of mud and branches and leaves on the eaves at the door. There are already several hungry swallows with bright yellow mouths, anxiously waiting for their parents to return.
How can you have the heart to drive these little creatures away? This is their home. I continued to ask grandma, will the swallows fly in the same batch every year? Grandma said with a smile, how can it be that it is not the same batch, and it will nest in the same place every time? At that time, I didn't understand it, but I thought the swallow was an immortal bird! Even now, I still don't know if they are the same batch, but the swallows playing in the yard left indelible traces of flying in my memory.
Swallows always smell of Sophora japonica when they come. When I was a child, there was a big pagoda tree in the yard. Grandma said it was planted when she married grandpa. Every time the Sophora japonica blooms, my brother and I will scramble to climb to the wall and then climb the trunk to pick a bunch of white Sophora japonica. Throughout the spring, grandma's yard is fragrant, and the fragrance of heart and spleen melts into every cell of the body.
Swallows with fragrant Sophora japonica in the yard are busy foraging, and grandma steamed Sophora japonica buns for us in the place where fireworks curled up. My brother and I are enjoying the sunshine in spring. Sophora japonica steamed stuffed bun tastes sweet, which is more delicious than any exotic flavor in the world, and the small white petals have curled up into a ball, much like cute little shrimp. It's just that this flower, which blooms in a hurry, only fades in a hurry after one or two meals of Sophora japonica buns. We are eagerly waiting for the arrival of a spring. It was only later that the tree grew too lush and blocked the sunshine of other vegetables in the yard, so it had to be cut down and sold. From then on, it is no longer difficult to eat Sophora japonica planted at home.
Spring in the south is not so prominent, as if it changed from frozen winter to hot summer overnight, which makes spring in my hometown more precious. In April, I finally had the good luck to go home in spring. When the spring sunshine shines on me, a thick homesickness gurgles out. It is not the faint sadness of the poet Mo Ke who returned from studying abroad, nor the sadness and helplessness of leaving his hometown, but the ecstasy and joy of his hometown in spring. If the spring in the south is gentle as water, the spring in my hometown is warm as sunshine. What I saw was not only swallows whispering, Sophora japonica as white as snow, but also catkins flying all over the sky, elm money scented with gold thread, Toona sinensis in bud, and sparrows making a lot of noise.
After reading many poems of the ancients, we will know that most of them regard catkin as an image that makes people miss or wander. ? Liu? With what? Stay? Homophonic, or farewell, or complain about drift and helplessness, or satirize its frivolous rootlessness, or worry about the wind in the city. But for me, catkins are free and elegant. It is light and graceful, dancing with the wind, unrestrained and swaying, not without elegance. Catkin, Sophora japonica, elm and Toona sinensis supported my memories of the whole spring.