Haiyan
Zheng Zhenduo
It has jet-black feathers, smooth and beautiful, clever and intelligent, with a pair of scissor-like tails and a pair of strong and brisk wings. , made up such a cute and lively little swallow. In the spring of February and March, the light (si) blows slightly, and the drizzle falls from the sky for no reason. Thousands of soft willows relax their yellow-green eyes, red and white The yellow flowers, green grass, and green leaves all rush here like people rushing to the market, creating an incomparable splendor. In spring, those little swallows, such smart and cute little swallows, also fly from the south. Come. Adding this wonderful spring scenery to the picture adds a lot of life and interest to the spring scene. The little swallow, with its double scissor-like tail, flies diagonally across the bright sky in the breeze and drizzle, or when the sun is shining all over the ground. With a cry, it has flown from the rice fields here to the other side. Under the high willow. A few of the same birds were flying gracefully across the sparkling (hu) patterned lake surface. The little swallow's scissored tail or wingtips occasionally touched the water, and the small halo rippled in circles. go. There are a few pairs over there who are tired of flying, resting leisurely on the slender wires - in the tender blue spring, there are a few wooden poles, a few thin lines connecting the poles, and there are a few parked on the lines. A thick and well-organized black dot is a swallow. What an interesting picture it is! There is also a happy family. They have specially prepared two small nests for our little swallows and placed them at the highest point of the hall beam. If this family has a plaque, the one behind the plaque will be the best for little swallows. A place to nest. In the first year, the little swallows came and went, and in the second year, our little swallows, the same pair from last year, came to live again.
"The swallow returns to find its old stronghold."
It is still the host and the guest from last year. How harmonious they are between the host and the guest! Occasionally, there are a few houses, but little swallows don't come to visit, which makes the owner very sad. They can't invite such distinguished guests, and they always think that their luck is bad.
This is the little swallow in our hometown. The cute and lively little swallow has made so many children cheer, pay attention, and be intoxicated, and has made so many farmers and citizens sad. Holding, or pointing with comfort, how many spring colors have been added, how many little swallows are interested in our spring!
Nowadays, we are thousands of miles away from home! It’s thousands of miles away from the country! Standing on the floating house, galloping among the vast sea waves, we unexpectedly saw our little swallow.
These little swallows are the pair from our hometown, two pairs? Are they the pair we saw in our hometown this spring? Two pairs?
Seeing them, can the wanderers not feel homesickness, at least like a light smoke?
The sea water is an incomparably clear blue, and the waves are as smooth as the West Lake in the spring morning. The occasional breeze only blows thousands of tiny wrinkles. This makes the golden water surface under the early summer sun look warm and beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful sea! The sky is also extremely bright blue, with only a few light gauze-like clouds lying flat in the sky, just like a girl wearing a beautiful blue summer dress, but with a thin and light white cloud around her neck. Gauze scarf. I have never seen such a beautiful sky! We leaned on the blue boat railing, silently looking at the beautiful sea and sky; we had no distracting thoughts at all, we were intoxicated, and we were taken into the crystal sky.
At this moment, two, three, or four of our little swallows appeared on the sea. They are still slanting across the sea surface gracefully and calmly, just like on a small lake; the seawater is still rippled in circles several times by its scissor-like tail and wingtips. The little swallow flies across the vast sea. Don't you feel tired? Won't it be caught in a storm? We are so worried about them!
The little swallow rested calmly. They spread their wings and landed on the sea. Their wings supported their weight like floating rings. They looked like a small black water bird, floating up and down with the waves, leisurely and comfortable. The sea is such a peaceful home for them, we really can't believe it.
In our hometown, can we still imagine that our little swallow is such a maritime hero?
The sea water is still flat and waveless. Many tiny sea fish are disturbed by our boat and swarm away into the distance. As they fly, streaks of fish appear on the water. The long marks are just like the long marks we made when we were children when we used tiles to float on the water. Is this little fish food for our little swallows?
Little swallows slanted and floated on the sea. Are they really the little swallows from our hometown?
Ah, homesickness, homesickness like light smoke!
Zheng Zhenduo was born on December 19, 1898 in Wenzhou, Zhejiang, and was originally from Changle, Fujian. An outstanding modern patriot and social activist, writer, poet, scholar, literary critic, literary historian, translator, and art historian in our country. He is also a well-known collector and exegete at home and abroad.
In 1919, he participated in the May 4th Movement and began to publish works. In 1932, his "Illustrated History of Chinese Literature" was published. In 1949, he served as director of the Welfare Department of the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, director of research of the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, leader of the cultural and educational group of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, director of cultural relics of the Central Ministry of Culture, deputy director of the Folk Literature Research Office, director of the Institute of Archeology of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and deputy minister of the Ministry of Culture.
Member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, member of the plenary committee and presidium of the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, member of the Standing Committee of the All-China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and director of the Chinese Writers Association. Joined the Chinese Writers Association in 1952. In 1957, he compiled and published three volumes of "Research on Chinese Literature".
On October 17, 1958, he died in a sudden plane crash at the age of 60.