The Pearl Bird is a vivid and poetic essay. The text describes "I" in delicate and friendly language, creating a free living environment for the Pearl Bird. Let's take a look at the original Pearl Bird compiled by Bian Xiao.
Pearl bird original
Very good! My friend gave me a pair of pearl birds and put them in a simple bamboo cage with a roll of hay in it. For birds, this is a comfortable and warm nest.
I heard that this is a scary bird.
I hung it in front of the window. There is also an unusually lush pot of French chlorophytum. I cover the birdcage with long vines with small green leaves, which is as safe as hiding in the depths of the jungle; The thin and bright sound like a flute coming from the inside is particularly relaxed.
The sun shines through the window, and through here, countless fingernail-shaped chlorophytum leaflets are half-cloudy and half-light, like jasper; The patches are mottled and the business is lush. The shadow of the bird flickered faintly in the middle, completely invisible. Sometimes they can't even see the cage, but they can see their lovely bright red mouths sticking out of the green leaves.
I seldom pull open the vines to look at them, and they gradually dare to stick out their little heads to look at me. We got to know each other a little.
Three months later, among the more and more lush green vines, there was a sharp and delicate cry. I guess they have a child. What about me? Never open the leaves to look in, and don't disturb them with curious eyes when adding food and water. Not long after, suddenly a little head emerged from among the leaves. Yo, fish! That's the little guy!
It is very small and can easily come out of the cage. Look! How much like its parents: red mouth and feet, gray-blue hair, but round white spots like pearls have not yet been born on its back; It is so fat that its whole body looks like a furry ball.
At first, the little guy just walked around the cage, then flew around the house and landed on the top of the cabinet for a while; Standing proudly on the bookshelf for a while, pecking at the names of those great writers on the back of the book; I knocked on the light rope for a while, and then jumped into the frame. As long as the big bird calls in the cage, it will fly back to the cage immediately.
I don't care about this. After such a long time, open the window, it will only stand on the window frame for a while at most, and will never fly out. What a good boy!
Gradually it became bolder and landed on my desk.
At first, it was far away from me. When I didn't hurt it, it approached, then jumped on my cup, bent down to drink tea, and then turned around to see my reaction. I just smiled and continued to write, and it boldly ran to the manuscript paper, jumping around my pen, and the beating little red claws squeaked on the paper.
I wrote quietly, enjoying the intimacy of this little guy silently. In this way, you are completely relieved. Gently peck my trembling nib with that waxed little red mouth. I touched its delicate fluff with my hand, but it was not afraid, but pecked me twice in a friendly way.