2. bird catching-according to our own rural saying, it is called bird catching (making clever sounds). Birds usually hunt around Xiaoman. As the saying goes,' little birds come everywhere', wheat has just begun to grow, and corn and soybeans have just appeared. At that time, the species of birds were the most complete and the most. At that time, our bird catching tools were mainly clips (made of thick iron wire and elastic steel wire), supplemented by slingshots. There are big and small clips-big clips hit big birds and small clips hit small birds. Just like fishing, we need bait to catch birds. Birds are lured by all kinds of insects-we all use corn borers. —— Excerpted from the online essay "Catching Birds"
3, all white, always head high to the sky, sharp voice; They always comb their feathers gracefully, walk alone in puddles, or patrol the ridges of rice fields to observe the growth of crops this year, or occasionally find a frog or a loach. -Excerpted from Cheng Yuyu's prose "Waterbirds"
4. A kingfisher stopped on a reed pole by the water, and its little red paws clung to the reed pole tightly. It is covered with very bright colors. There seems to be an olive headscarf embroidered with emeralds on his head. The feathers on the back are light green coats, while the chest and abdomen are like semi-exposed auburn shirts. Under a pair of bright and flexible eyes, there is a long and sharp mouth. From Fu Xiao's essay "Kingfisher"
5. The bird is a bright seed, planted on the mountain and in the sky. In the budding spring, you shake your light wings. -from the poem "Birds" by the second young master of Zuiyuelou.
I like birds when I was very young. Palm size, fluffy and lovely. Fall to the ground, jump, very clever. -Li said that the prose comes from Feel the Birds.
6. In the morning, there are always birds singing outside the window, which is crisp and pleasant, thousands of times. Sometimes they wake me up from my sleep, but they never get bored; Sometimes when I wake up early, I will lie in bed and listen to this natural song, and I will always be intoxicated. -source network, the author is an unknown essay "Birds"
7. At first, small groups flew around and were thrown into the Robinia pseudoacacia forest. In a few minutes, the "big army" was evacuated and heard from a distance. Most of them fly in groups. Some lined up in long queues hundreds of meters long, and some formed a huge oval, flying over our heads in batches. The birds that came back first kept singing in the forest, as if telling each other what they had seen and gained in the day, calling for their companions and children who had not yet returned. The birds that arrived later echoed with the birds in the forest, singing while flying, and soon found their own habitat and met their familiar partners. -From Myna
8. In the early morning, I stood at the window breathing fresh air, reaching out and bending down from time to time. Suddenly, a bird flew by and landed on the window. I feel very curious. So, I want to get close to it and play with it. I approached it quietly and tried to touch it with my hand. At this time, I think the bird will fly away soon. So, I want to retract my hand. Gee, it is strange that the bird didn't fly away. So, I casually stroked its feathers with my hands. It still hasn't flown away. -Excerpted from the network "Birds"
From its long beak, green wings, red legs and claws, I can conclude that it is a kingfisher. My son asked me strangely why this kingfisher was here. Because he remembered that there was an article about "Kingfisher" in the third grade Chinese textbook of primary school, which said that the nest of Kingfisher was built in a cave on a cliff, but we are a water town with no mountains. Why is there a kingfisher? We have kingfishers here, so where are their nests built? Although kingfisher is not big, it is also a very agile and alert bird. How did Xiangzi catch this kingfisher? My son has a series of questions, and I can't answer them all. -Excerpted from the evening chorus essay "Birds Flying"
10, in a daze, I seem to have walked into a deep valley, surrounded by towering Yushu, full of colorful wild flowers, butterflies flying, birds with various feathers flying past me, or a few staying on my shoulders, pecking at my delicate skin, crisp and itchy. -The author is unknown, prose "Birds Chasing"