Egrets in Confucius Temple
At first I thought it was my eyes.
In my bird knowledge, the crane bird is a kind of bird that lives by the water. It is light, slender, beautiful and pure.
Just now, I'm sure I'm standing on the brick road of Confucius Temple.
Egrets are combing their feathers on the branches. I think it was the heyday of a young girl. Peck every feather like that. While I was in a trance, the sound of birds singing came from the branches beside me. At that moment, my eyes began to comb the birds among the pines and cypresses, either standing, lying down, spreading their wings or flying, and living freely in the crowded Confucius Temple.
I'm strange anyway. I wonder why such a waterfowl with unusual spirituality chose to inhabit the pines and cypresses of this Millennium. In my mind, they should be walking leisurely in the sparkling ripples with slender legs.
Ask an old man in the temple to know. Every spring, a large number of cranes and birds fly from Jiangnan. There are also many speculations about the reasons why egrets were selected. As far as the living habits of birds are concerned, I think the Luxi Plain at the foot of Mount Tai is intertwined with the Yellow River, Sihe River, Yihe River and Canal. , forming the beautiful and rich Weishan Lake and Liangshan Mountain in Shui Bo, providing a rich food source for these waterfowl.
People showed great tolerance and respect for the cranes here, without any dissatisfaction and condemnation of their unpleasant calls, and were calm to the extreme about the white bird droppings parachuted from the branches. I saw a fashionable girl in front, wiping a pile of bird droppings on her shoulders with a towel. In this holy land where birds live in harmony with nature, all languages are blank.
People who know Qufu call egrets "wow" or "stork fishing". People's names always come from life itself, so I think their nicknames should also come from their cries or their ability to fish. But it is often called "Egret", but this name is used in all the poems I have seen. "Egrets fly in front of Mount Cisse, peach blossoms flow, and mandarin fish are fat", and their beautiful images have long floated in Tang poetry. There is also "a line of egrets on a sunny day".
However, my mind is not satisfied with these explanations that can only be analyzed from the surface. I always feel that the spirituality of birds is sometimes beyond human thinking. Because people always appreciate themselves in the extreme space. Ever since I met this group of egrets, my thoughts are like wild horses running wild. For example, don't birds understand culture? Don't thousands of years of human civilization and the spread of Confucianism, there is no infiltration and human life * * * birds?
Of course, there are differences among birds, but I think positively that the herons here are far more thoughtful than we are. Because, if only from a suitable place to live. They shouldn't choose Confucius Temple. There is no shortage of temples around the Confucius Temple in Fiona Fang. Moreover, as far as trees are concerned, there are thousands of pines and cypresses in the Konglin. However, the egrets only chose the Confucius Temple. In such a big temple, they only gathered on some ancient trees from Kuiwen Pavilion in the north to Daiyu River in the south. Who can make it clear? We can only rely on our own guesses, plus our own imagination, and constantly improve.
Therefore, I can only tap the touch of my soul. After all, speculation about the existing shadows can't calm the surging ideological trend. This should belong to a kind of cultural charm, and the spirituality of birds will better capture the ancient customs of thousands of years of cultural origin. Therefore, they come from the south every year and live in such a clean and profound sacred place. They are far more pious than us humans, and they accompany Kong's soul day and night. Whether it rains or it is cold, the endless dialogue gives these egrets more sacredness.
In my imagination, they are chanting with Kong Old Master Q, "The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night", and the history of 2,500 years is turning gently in front of my eyes.