That summer, I went back to the country for vacation. One day, I was sitting under a big tree in front of the yard to enjoy the cool air. Surrounded by green trees, the water in the canal was clear. The fence of my mother's vegetable garden was covered with colorful morning glories, and all of them were blowing trumpets. The little nephew with the "teapot lid" happily jumped among the vegetable patches, sometimes catching dragonflies and sometimes butterflies. Suddenly, I heard the rapid chirping of birds in my ears. I followed the sound and found a birdcage on the wall of the courtyard. The little nephew came over and showed off proudly that it was a bird's nest he brought from the mountains, a big bird with two eggs.
The bird flapped its wings in the cage and tried to fly, but was blocked by the cage walls again and again. After the bird was frustrated again and again, it seemed to be particularly depressed, its screams became more and more sad, and it banged its head against the cage from time to time.
The sky is blue, and birds fly freely from time to time. Some birds stopped on the wires high in the sky, landed lightly on the branches, and flew to the courtyard wall. Some birds even approach the birdcage and call out to the birds in the cage. The bird in the cage looked even more painful, its screams were sharp and miserable, and it wanted to break open the cage immediately.
Suddenly, I found a black cat approaching the cage. The bird that landed on the wall flapped its wings and flew away quickly. The caged bird screamed in horror. The cat pounced on it, but the gap between the cages was small and it couldn't catch the bird. After several missed attempts, the cat left disappointed. The bird was unharmed and, protected by the cage, no longer screamed. At this moment, it may have gone through a moment of fright. Fortunately, it was protected by the cage. It seemed that it no longer had the desire to get out of the cage, and it became much quieter.
The cage restricts the freedom of the bird, but also protects the bird. Therefore, sometimes I complain about being in a cage, and sometimes I feel grateful to be in a cage.
The next Sunday, I went back to the countryside. My little nephew came to me and told me excitedly that the bird was in love. There was a bird outside that often came close to the birdcage and would often feed it bugs. Driven by curiosity, I ran over to take a look. Sure enough, there was a bird flying around the cage, and the bird in the cage screamed happily. The two birds flapped their wings from time to time and kissed each other across the cage. Maybe they really are in love.
At dusk, the bird outside the cage flew away reluctantly. The bird in the cage struggled again and again, but ultimately could not break through the obstacles of the cage. It could only watch the other person fly away quietly, motionless and very sad. At night, I dreamed that I secretly opened the cage and let the bird go, and it returned to the sky. The next day, my little nephew hurriedly woke me up from my sleep and told me that the caged bird had hatched a baby. I ran out with my slippers on, and sure enough, the two eggs hatched into two fluffy baby birds, and the caged bird had its own child.
Mom said she would clean the birdcage and put some cotton wool in it for the baby bird. I said let me do it. I opened the birdcage, and the bird in the cage screamed, worried that I would hurt its baby. At some point, the bird outside the cage also flew over, landing here and there, looking very anxious. The little nephew was shouting at the side, asking me to close the birdcage quickly, otherwise his baby bird would fly away. I told my little nephew to leave the cage door open. The bird would not fly away, just like a mother would not abandon her child and leave home. My little nephew waited with me dubiously.
I hope that the birds can break out of the cage and fly out, and I also hope that the birds outside the cage will rush into the cage without hesitation.
After a long time, the bird in the cage flew out at the call of the bird outside the cage. It landed on the wire with the bird outside the cage, flapping its wings happily and having the most intimate communication. The little nephew started to cry and his baby bird flew away. As a result, it did not go far away, but looked back at the babies who were waiting to be fed, spun around the cage for a while, returned to the cage, and hugged the two babies tightly. From then on, the cage door opened wide, the bird in the cage did not fly away, and the bird outside the cage also lived in the cage. The cage becomes their home.
That night, I dreamed of the caged bird again, the cage, and the blue sky...