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Egret
Egret is a delicate poem.
the combination of pigments and the size of the figure are all suitable.
The white crane is too big and stiff, that is, like pink ibis or gray herons, it is too big and unusual.
However, the egret has been forgotten for its beauty because of its common appearance.
The snow-white fur, the streamlined structure of the whole body, the iron beak and the blue feet are too long to increase by one point, too short to decrease by one point, one element is too white suddenly, and one element is too black suddenly.
When I was in a clear water field, one stood fishing, and the whole field became a picture embedded in a glass frame. The size of the field is like a dressing case designed for egrets.
On a sunny morning, I often see it standing alone on the top of a small tree, which seems unstable, but it is very carefree. This is a hobby that other birds can hardly express. People say it is a lookout, but is it really a lookout?
The occasional low flight of egrets in the evening sky is a boon to rural life. It is clear and vivid, and it has life.
Maybe some people will feel the fly in the ointment. Egrets can't sing. But isn't the egret itself a beautiful song? No, the song is too sonorous.
Egret is really a poem, a prose poem that rhymes in the bones.