"A Little Bird" - Bing Xin
──I remember something I saw under the tree in the courtyard the day before yesterday
There was a little bird. Its nest is built on the highest branch. Its feathers are not full yet and cannot fly far; it just chirps in the nest every day and talks to two old birds.
They all felt very happy.
This morning, it woke up. The two old birds have gone to look for food. It poked its head out
and took a look, seeing the bright sunshine, the lush green trees, and the beautiful scenery
on the earth; its little mind was suddenly filled with new ideas, and it was shaking. It brushes its feathers, flies to the branches, and releases the song praising "nature". Its voice is full of clarity and lightness
and beauty. When singing, it seems that "nature" is listening with a smile.
There were many children under the tree. When they heard the singing, they all raised their heads and looked at it——
This little bird comes out to sing every day, and the children also come to listen to it every day. , and finally they wanted to catch it.
It’s out again! It was about to make a sound when suddenly there was a sneer and a marble was shot from below. It turned over and fell from the tree.
Two old birds flying like arrows from the slanting thorns caught it and carried it to the nest. Its blood fell drop by drop from the gaps in the trees to the ground.
The singing stopped from then on.
Those children wanted to look up at it and listen to its singing, but they couldn't.