Early this morning, I went to school by mountain road. In the open space next to a house, it is a waste foundation. 150 square meters. Weeds are overgrown and garbage is piled up. Suddenly, there was a clear birdsong inside. The song is cheerful, cheerful, short and persistent. The sound is close at hand I, Zhang Dawo's muddy eyes, followed the sound to find. Soon I saw two sparrows playing around the rusty iron shelf in the middle of the clearing, flying around the iron shelf, chasing each other, and suddenly you were on the ground and suddenly I was getting off. Stop suddenly and touch your neck. Spring grass in the desert garden, the wind is sunny, and two birds are playing and singing respectively. Full of energy and happiness. Fight like a puppy, friendly and lively. It's just that the method of intimacy is still a little different: the puppy is a relative of brothers and sisters, and the sparrow is a relative of lovers' families. Because the songs of two birds are different, one of them looks depressed. Although both of them are crisp and pleasing to the ear, they reflect some gender differences.
The ancients said: In the butterfly dance, in the family dance. I think the words "play" and "jiao" are well used. I think these two words are enough to express my impression after seeing these two sparrows. I've been lazy and negligent in writing, so I'll borrow it. The ancients were in the front, and no one came after them.
Sparrows are the smallest birds that can be seen in our hometown. Small mouth, small eyes, small tail and little wings's small body. But it is also the most common bird I can see.
Sparrows are not beautiful. Sparrow, sparrow, numb. There is no gorgeous feather of Yuanyang, no bright red male crown of rooster, no pure white bright color of white dove, and even no pure black feather as shiny as crow. Sparrows are mottled and can't be seen in the ground.
Sparrows are even as simple and ordinary as men and women. This is rare in the animal kingdom. A stallion has long sideburns. The mare won't. Male peacocks can open their screens, while female peacocks have no beautiful tail feathers. Cocks and hens with bright feathers are variegated or black-gray. And they are usually different in size. But sparrows are similar. They are the same size and feather color.
When I was a few years old, I was ordered to watch the millet drying on the floor. The task was to drive away chickens and birds. Don't let them steal millet to eat. Eat it. Anyway, Xiaomi didn't count it. The most hateful thing is to poop in it after eating. When adults see this evidence, they will know that I have not done my duty faithfully. You will ask loudly, "Where did you play again?"
I hate sparrows very much Because once the broom is raised, chickens often dare not come over for a long time. I went to the field to find something to eat. But sparrows are the most stubborn and intelligent. They know I can't handle them. Or not stubborn and clever, but the difference between poultry and wild birds is unknown. Because poultry basically has no pressure to survive, it is really impossible to find wild food, and the host family will not ignore it. So don't work so hard. But wild birds always find it difficult to survive. In order to survive, they must fight against life.
Later, I studied. Get up in the morning, eat, carry a bag and go to school. On the way to and from school, I always see a row of sparrows standing on low wires, twittering. The body is crowded and the sound is dense. Slingshots are always out of reach, and I can't wait to get a gun and "chug" them all off. A country boy hates sparrows because they interfere with my play and always make me scolded. But there are always no guns.
Later, I learned it from Lu Xun's "From a Hundred Herbs Garden to a Three-Pond Moon", so I think I am very smart. At dusk, take a bamboo dish with a diameter of more than one meter (the one half a finger wide, with a mouth about two inches high and almost opaque). Cover it upside down on the ground, put a few handfuls of millet or rice grains under it, and then support a thin wooden stick on the side of the bamboo board near the base of the step, about half a foot high. Tie a string where the stick touches the ground. Usually hemp rope, because hemp rope is close to the ground color. I moved a low stool and sat on the pedestal. The idea is that when the sparrow goes to eat under the bamboo board, when the rope is pulled, the bamboo board is covered and covered on the sparrow, and the sparrow should easily give in.
The sparrow did come. But the days when sparrows can cover up are always rare. Perhaps, as Lu Xun said, he was too impatient to wait for the sparrow to reach the middle of the bamboo board.
But the blind cat did catch the mouse. Once, two or three sparrows fell into my trap. I ran away as soon as I pulled the rope. But I heard sparrows chirping in a hurry under the bamboo plaque, and I was elated. Thought it was finally successful. I can't wait to open the bamboo tray. With a cheerful cry, sparrows flew about. I was thrown to the ground and couldn't make a sound. Mr. Lu Xun said he caught three or four, but I didn't catch any. This is a little different.
First, he has a master: the father who moistens the soil. And I didn't. The second is that the tools may be different. He used a bamboo screen. According to the understanding of our country, there are holes in the bamboo curtain, and fingers can be put in. After covering the sparrow, you can catch the sparrow with your fingers and then open the cover, at least you can see where the sparrow is. But our bamboo boards are invisible, let alone pointing inward. The third is that he catches sparrows in winter, in the snow. I am in summer and autumn dusk, on the terrace. But I don't think this is a problem.
It turned out that it was unsuccessful to cover sparrows with bamboo boards. After it is covered, how to catch sparrows is the problem.
Or reading is not necessarily useful, at least reading dead books is not necessarily useful.
But there will always be other children catching sparrows. I don't know how I caught it. But I have seen it with envy. Sparrows were kept in makeshift cages, jumping up and down and screaming. There are sadness, panic, helplessness and despair in small eyes. Children dig earthworms and bring millet. But the sparrow didn't look, just kept tossing. There is green manure everywhere. Rest for a few minutes when you are tired of tossing, and then start tossing. Seeing that my friends were bored, I broke up. The next day, people told me with a surprised and a little sad expression that the sparrow was dead. I look surprised and a little sad.
Later, I may grow up with awe and sadness, and I don't want to play with sparrows anymore. But there are always too many sparrows in my hometown. Especially the sight of standing in a row on the wire can be seen from time to time, so it goes deep into my mind.
I came back from school to work. Back home, there are few sparrows. The villagers are indifferent. Occasionally, when it comes to environment, pollution and pesticides, sparrows are always mentioned flatly: you see, sparrows are rare now. What it was like everywhere at that time.
Later, in a developed city of another country, one afternoon, at the entrance of the dining hall, a group of sparrows were often seen grabbing rice by the sink. These sparrows in the city are well-informed and not afraid of people. Before people leave the swimming pool, they compete for food on the ground. I listened to the familiar cries in my mind and looked at the tiny and flexible figure in my mind, which was already a bit confusing.
Later, I actually had some knowledge or knowledge. I know the truth that "the sparrow is small, but it has everything". I know that sparrows are one of many birds that can't be kept in the world. The sparrow's spirit turned out to be the real "give me liberty or give me death". I saw this with my own eyes when I was a child. Then, in this chaotic universe, in this continuous world, there is still a humble little person. I have witnessed some rare greatness, some noble character and some free beliefs for this small sparrow in the past. Then the sparrow entrusted me with the only last struggle. With the end of my humble life, my stupid soul can see an unusually tragic belief in an ordinary life. What I entrusted to the sparrow was those stubborn, sad and helpless eyes, which magnified in my mind and never stopped. I finally understand. It's dead. Can you understand me? Can you accept me?
I was so indifferent in its twilight that I was indifferent to its lofty beliefs.
Now there are more and more sparrows. But it never lined up sparrows on the wire again. Why sparrows have almost disappeared in these years is still inconclusive. The dialogue between our souls is not about life and death, but about freedom.
Sparrow, you are too young to be the target of a bird catcher. It takes a dozen to fill the predator's bowl. Bird guns don't usually point at you. Now it is regulated. Occasionally, someone wants to find a sparrow to cure the child's drooling. But now medicine is developed. Children who are drooling usually go to the hospital. Adults are too lazy to catch birds for medical treatment. But there are still bird nets. Although they are not aimed at you, you should be careful not to bump into them.
People nowadays pay more attention to environmental protection. Pesticides are not as poisonous as before. You can rest assured.
Today's children have a lot to play with, unlike your grandparents' children who want to catch birds.
You are not listed as an endangered animal, but you are listed as a protected animal. It is illegal to kill, sell or eat you.
In other words, you should be happy.
I saw sparrows flying today, lively and cheerful.
Wandering butterflies dance from time to time, and charming warblers just click. The dead sparrow ancestors, now your descendants can sing, dance and play on the mountain and in the haystack by the water. More importantly, they are more comfortable.
May your unyielding soul rest in peace.
Sparrow Classic Prose Writing II
Creators must pay attention to collocation and balance when creating creatures. Birds with beautiful feathers generally match birds with poor voices and birds with ugly feathers with good voices. The color and sound of sparrows are not good. It was the creator who accidentally abused them. Sparrows don't care, they jump and chirp, and they are happy all day long.
Although the sparrow is small, it has great determination to pursue freedom. Following the babbling of parrots, myna also lets humans trim their tongues. The male peacock shamelessly erects its flower feathers in front of human flowers and clothes, and the fierce and wild falcon may be cooked by human beings as a hunting helper.
I just haven't seen a tame sparrow. The farmer said: Sparrows are "too angry" to live.
Sparrows imprisoned alone will soon be "angry", and if they are good-tempered, they will starve to death in a day or two. If two or more sparrows are locked together, their stomachs will be pecked, and their deaths will be even more tragic after one night. They helped each other bleed, which was suicide in disguise. When yellow-billed sparrows are imprisoned, their parents are afraid that their ignorant children will be tamed and will poison their children with poisonous insects or poisonous fruits. "Give me liberty or give me death" is their "bird life view", which is quite manly.
I have heard about these tragic stories of sparrows, and I believe them, because I have also experienced several incidents about sparrows.
When I was young, my home was near the grain depot. I like going to the grain depot as much as sparrows. Once, some of our little boys went to play in the newly-built barn of the grain depot and blocked a sparrow in the empty barn. The barn was very high and it was late at night, so I closed the door and agreed to bring a leather bow to the game to shoot live targets tomorrow morning. The next morning, the sparrow had died under the wall. The doors and windows of the barn are all wooden boards, and there is no glass to lure sparrows unbridled. I guess sparrows are angry in the dark because there is no hope of breaking through. This sparrow is fresh and tender, with a beige belly and two delicate claws clenched into a fist. This is an angry and decisive gesture.
There are two rows of skylights on the ceiling of the town auditorium. After a long time, the window glass has been incomplete, and the beam of the auditorium has become the accommodation for many sparrows. There is no one in the auditorium. Sparrows like this spacious camp that can avoid the wind and rain. If there is a performance or movie in the auditorium, the sparrow will stay in the Woods next to the auditorium, just like a hotel passenger waiting to tidy up the room. The trees in that forest are very tall and can be considered as a safe place. One night, movies, war movies, bullets and gunfire were shown in the auditorium, and sparrows quickly hid in the Woods. In summer, the weather is sultry, and suddenly there is a thunderstorm. The wind is blowing hard and the rain is always as heavy as rotten bayberry. At the end of the film, the wind and rain stopped suddenly, and the scattered audience was surprised to find that many "soup finches" appeared in wetlands and grass. Everyone shouted to catch sparrows, and someone took off his undershirt and wrapped a big bag of live wet sparrows. With a shudder, hundreds of sparrows were almost wiped out. They were either caught or trampled to death. I experienced the catastrophe of sparrows. Those wet birds are desperately flapping their wings everywhere because their eyesight is too poor and they hit the wall or trunk aimlessly. A sparrow hit my calf, which was really bad. My feeling is that I was hit hard by a hammer. When I came home, I saw a reddish mark on my calf. I didn't think it was knocked off by a little sparrow. In order to fight for freedom, this bird can make such a sacrifice for it!