When I was a child, I liked birds very much. My mother told me many idioms about birds, such as "Birds sing and flowers smell" and "misty rain in Ying Ge". Later, I learned many poems related to birds at school, such as "two orioles singing green willows and a row of egrets flying into the sky"
In my impression, birds are always with spring, flowers, trees and nature. They comb their feathers against the clear stream. Nest in tall trees and live and work in peace and contentment; They are still flying freely in the dense forest and singing happily.
Once, my mother took me to play in the Bird Language Forest in Changsha. There are many birds there, including thrushes, larks, magpies, pigeons and so on. They are chirping, melodious and pleasant to listen to, and they are not afraid of tourists at all. My mother and I went to a nearby store to buy some bird food to feed the birds. In a square, there are many white pigeons. They cooed, some walked leisurely, some talked in twos and threes, and some flew past tourists playfully, which made people laugh. I put the food in my hand, and a little white pigeon flew up at once, pecked the food in my hand with its sharp mouth and cooed as if to say, "Thank you for feeding me." Let's be good friends. "
Beside the square, there are many big trees with many colorful birds on them. Thrush birds chirped happily, very crisp; Larks, like singers, chirp and are pleasant to listen to; There are also many unknown birds, some flying around the branches, some flying boldly over the heads of tourists, making all kinds of calls, like a happy sonata, attracting tourists to stay for a long time.
However, now there are more and more high-rise buildings in the city, rows of houses, wide and straight roads, fewer trees and fewer birds.
Sometimes, I see a few birds flying by outside the window. They flew in a hurry and cried quickly, as if calling for their lost companions and looking for their own home. Sometimes, I will see some grandfathers or uncles walking by with birdcages. The birds in the cage are beautiful and there is no shortage of food. However, their cries are very lonely and sad. Sometimes they make a harsh cry, sometimes they make a hoarse cry and sometimes they cry. I think they must want to go back to the forest, to the embrace of nature, to their companions and relatives, and to sing and live freely.
I really want to tell you loudly that birds are our friends, and their voices are the most beautiful music and songs in the world. We can't destroy their living environment, let alone restrict their freedom.
At night, I had a dream that I also had wings, flying happily with many birds and singing happily.