In the early morning, I was awakened from my dream by a crisp and melodious chirping of birds. The scrambling and unrelenting sound surprised me greatly.
I am a person who finds happiness easily, and often small things can bring me emotional joy. The chirping of birds is so sweet and natural.
I sat on a chair in front of the window and listened quietly to the chirping of birds in spring. It is said that the earliest human musical instrument, the flute, imitated the sound of birds. I want to listen to the most primitive music from nature. Good music flows into the heart, is slow and agile, and has rhythm.
This group of birds, without a conductor’s baton, played the prelude of spring. How grand, this early morning concert woke up so many people’s ears and delighted so many people’s hearts. There must be a neighbor who, like me, is listening to this glorious performance.
--Day 7 of Cha Shihua Writing Growth Academy