Spring in my hometown begins with the first crow of a swallow. These black elves, flying rapidly under the sky, awakened the sleeping winter with the whispering Yan language, and the children stopped dreaming of making snowmen. The rustling spring rain follows the steps of swallows. In the silent night, every branch has been carefully combed, and the earth suddenly becomes full of spring. Swallow, you are the messenger of spring. Every time I come, I can always bring people infinite reverie. ...
I remember when I was a child, before the spring breeze, my mother always steamed us a food called "cold swallow". In that era of food shortage, eating steamed rice with white flour is undoubtedly the biggest expectation of children. I saw my mother knead the dough into the shape of a swallow and steam it in a big steamer. When the steamer comes out of the pot, the noodles inside seem to be alive: sharp mouth, round eyes and delicate wings are very cute. The children were salivating around the steamer, but their mother wouldn't let them move. She found the white thread for sewing clothes, carefully strung the noodles and hung them on the clothesline in the hospital. Finally, the noodles on the rope were completely dry. So, my mother began to sit on the edge of the kang and distribute it to these impatient children. Because there are many brothers and sisters in the family, although they steam a lot at a time, they can be divided into everyone's hands, that is, more than a dozen. When I didn't swallow the noodles, I thought about how to eat them all day. I can't bear to eat when I get it. A small bite of noodles always makes me eat several bites, only a little at a time, put it in my mouth and chew it carefully, tasting the mellow taste of wheat.
Before long, swallows from the south flew in one after another, and the deserted eaves suddenly became lively. Their songs gently tell the story of lovesickness after separation. At this time, there will always be a few sparrows who are not familiar with the story, as if to inquire about something. But when they saw the swallow, they immediately became silent and flew away angrily.
Although my family lives in several low-rise adobe houses, every year swallows always come to nest under the eaves. According to the old people, swallows will bring good luck to those who nest under the eaves. Although we don't believe this, we still like swallows living under their own eaves and listening to the delicate warblers.
Another pair of swallows built a nest under my roof. Every time they fly to the mud pond outside the village together, they carefully make mud balls with their mouths and take them back. In about ten days, a beautiful bird's nest was built. At this time, my mother always lets us guess an old riddle: "A little carpenter came up from the south, but he didn't bring an axe, so he built a house with the bottom up."
Suddenly, summer came. The Swallows go out early and come back late every day, and they don't know what to do. One day, I suddenly heard the cry of a little swallow. Looking for the sound, I saw a few furry little heads sticking out at the door of Yanchao. It turned out to be Xiaoyan with a yellow mouth. She is naive and lovely. At this time, Mr. and Mrs. Yan are busier. They fly around to catch caterpillars and feed these young lives. In autumn, the swallows have grown up. They go out for food with their parents. In my spare time, I sing happily under the eaves.
The cold autumn wind blows in waves. The leaves are turning yellow. As the leaves fall, the swallows begin to move south again. Not long after, my swallow couple also flew away with their children, and the eaves were deserted. Once, I saw a sparrow sneaking down with a chicken feather in its mouth, and I didn't care. That winter, a pair of sparrows staged a good show of "birds occupy the nest". With simple luggage (a few chicken feathers), they lived in a nest built by the Swallow couple and spent the winter happily.
The next year, I finally looked forward to last year's Swallow couple. However, they lingered in front of the bird's nest for a long time and didn't go in. Although the sparrows have moved away, they just don't want to go back to their lair. It turns out that swallows are completely honest, so how can they tolerate others sleeping soundly under their beds? They resolutely abandoned their old nest and didn't know whose house to build a new one. For this reason, I was disappointed for quite a while. After that, I learned my lesson. Every time the swallow moves south, I quickly block the nest with cotton cloth to prevent it from being occupied by sparrows who steal from me.
Since living in the city, I seldom see the shadow of swallows in my hometown, let alone the nest of swallows. However, the flying swallows often appear in my dreams. Writing here, I can't help thinking of a song: "Swallow, you flew back, you flew back, my friend."
Fly back and swallow it in your heart.
Green leaves praise some people praise the luxury and beauty of peony, some people praise the fragrance and elegance of lily, and some even like the cleanliness and coolness of lotus. Colorful flowers pave the way for setting off the strangeness of the green leaves behind. ) How many literati in the past dynasties regarded flowers as treasures and wrote many excellent chapters on the theme of flowers. However, it is the green leaves that are not noticed by the world that set off these beautiful, charming and dazzling flowers. In spring, when you walk into a sea of flowers, do you think that flowers bloom by ordinary green leaves? It is these green leaves that, through countless labor-photosynthesis, produce a lot of nutrients for flowers to grow, making them more enchanting than one. And the green leaves themselves? She never pretends to be proud. She tried her best to make the flowers bloom and set them off with her emerald green. In midsummer, the green leaves hold up a green umbrella hand in hand, which brings coolness to people. In autumn, under the blowing of autumn wind, green leaves wither and fall off in succession. She is not sad for her short life, nor for not being appreciated. She bravely embraced the fragrant soil and was willing to turn it into nutrients in the soil, which was absorbed by the trees and made it thrive ... I often thought: flowers are beautiful, and if there are no green leaves, they will not show her beauty. Naturally, so do human beings. A person, even if you are a leader, can only make a difference among the millions of ordinary workers in Qian Qian. (From things to people, the transition is naturally appropriate. ) What a great quality a small green leaf reflects. In real life, I don't know how many people like green leaves make their own contributions in obscurity. Our beloved teachers, in their own posts, teach us to learn cultural knowledge. I don't know how much love they have devoted. I hope we can grow into useful people. Like spring silkworms, they selflessly give everything to mankind and raise us with hard sweat. Isn't everything they do like those green leaves that are not noticed by the world? I want to be an ordinary green leaf.