In the cold evening, there is sporadic light snow, walking in the cold street with wide sleeves open, and a pot of warm wine is playing on the ridge. The wine gurgled and emitted white steam. I am absorbed in the master's Frost and Snow on My Wrist, but I don't feel cold. After receiving a floating elm pod as a drink, the girl nodded and accepted it. He came home with a jar in his arms. "Back to Xi, back to Xi ..." He muttered all the way, and looked to the west carelessly, only to see the bright moon coming out of the western hills and the Ming River in the sky.
When I got home, I opened the window and had a drink on the moon. I was very confused. I thought about making wine with osmanthus in Na Yue. What is the fragrance? I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I heard birds staying near the eaves, and the bells of the temple rang in the distance. If it's spring, ask whether the shutter begonia is still there.
This is a fragment of an ancient literati's life in my imagination.
"The loveliest place for birds is not when people are sitting, but when they are sleeping." This sentence is wonderful. Lying in bed for a while before waking up is a great enjoyment, but my consciousness is still awake, but my ears are bright and birds are singing. Let's talk about some digressions here. Those literati write some boneless but elegant words, draw a few romantic flowers, and say that they will live a life of drunkenness, but they are pursuing differences with Wen Tianxiang, and everyone has their own interests. It seems that they are only born for beautiful flowers and birds, and they worship and appreciate them all their lives. No matter what traitor is in power and the people are in poverty, he sits under the begonia tree in the mustard garden and vindicates the begonia: Who said that begonia has no fragrance, just like that?
Anyway, people like me who live in downtown and are on the verge of sleep at six or seven o'clock only hear the noise outside the window, voices, the sound of rolling doors, the sound of motorcycles starting, the sound of cars whizzing by, and even the sound of supermarket promotional advertisements. Let me emphasize that I feel like a person who looks like my mother in a supermarket uniform, pulling my ears and inciting revolution with mixed feelings. Big sale! Buy one get one free in the audience! Come and snap it up! "This kind of bombing often lasts for a month.
At this time, I will jump out of bed, close the window, pull the curtains so that they can't be mercerized, move all the potted plants to the window (the physics book says that trees have the function of shielding noise), form a five-element gossip array, and be ready to fight at any time, like a soldier standing on the wall of vegetation. The result is of course full of noise arrows. Plug your ears with cotton balls, wrap your head with a pillow, wrap your pillow with a blanket, and turn Yani's piano music to the maximum decibel (the speaker burst open and all the dust on the floor was shaken). However, the traffic outside the window is still like a fly that can't be caught. Where is it buzzing? The expression of mosquito's hitting technique featured in mosquito-repellent incense advertisement is on your face. That's proud ...
So, I paced up and down the room with a pillow, fidgeting, complaining and crying to the sky: which * * * said that "big cities are hidden"?
Think of an ancient poem, shake a pig's tail when you are hungry. "Two orioles singing green willows" is really a beautiful poem with bright and gratifying colors. Are those two orioles poets? The color and temperature of the sun, the soft touch of dandelion, the small red mouth with a sharp tip, the eyes illuminated by dew on the tip of the leaf, the narrow tongue cut by bamboo leaves, crying for dribs and drabs of water, two birds snuggled up to each other and swayed the willow branches to draw a curved arc. ...
May such an oriole swallow the whole dirty world. I am willing to slowly melt in its gastric juice, and I pray silently.
I hope there is a big willow tree downstairs in my house, which breaks through the ground from the solid brick in the parking lot downstairs, goes straight up, blocks the sunshine, and makes the whole world stop and cool. One of its wickers plunged into the water and entangled the clouds and moonlight in the West Lake. A new branch sticks out from the window of my room on the fifth floor and onto my pillow. Of course, there are two orioles on the soft stem, and I pray silently.
2. Imitate the bird language composition in the fourth grade book 15. In 400 words, people say, "Birds don't have any thoughts, don't understand languages and can't communicate."
At first, I thought it was reasonable, but that afternoon, I changed my mind ... An old man in the opposite building loves birds, keeps a black myna, feeds him every day, changes water, takes good care of him and even teaches him to talk. It wasn't long before myna learned many languages.
I wanted to see if it could really understand people's words, so I stepped forward gently and tried to communicate with it. I didn't expect it to look at me, then it bulged and looked up and shouted, "Hey! Hello! Hello! Hello! " I was very surprised. I imitated the way it spoke and called it twice: "Eat! Eat! " The little guy looked at me with his head tilted for a long time, then put his pointed mouth into the small bowl beside him and ate a few mouthfuls of rice.
3. Reading "Listening to Birds" is a 400-word composition.
If there were no birds in the sky and no birds in life, how lonely human beings would be. Let's give more love to our bird friends, so that humans and birds can have a warm home.
I love birds as much as the author. The author can listen to all kinds of bird songs in the country, and she is willing to attend the lively bird "forest concert". In the sound of birds singing, we ushered in the morning glow and sent away the sunset. It is for this reason that the author will come to the countryside every holiday. Listening to "the most beautiful language in the world" and appreciating "the most perfect supernatural thing in the world" in the mountains, it is precisely because of this that the author issued an ardent appeal to "give more love to those bird friends and let us have a * * * home". I used to live in the countryside like the author, but now the author is different. Every noon, as long as no one bothers the birds, my house is full of birds, and the slightest movement will disperse in a hubbub.
In the countryside, there are trees everywhere, and where there are trees, there are birds. Wheat turns to Huang Shi, and orioles open their throats before dawn, "barley yellow, barley yellow"; In summer, the cuckoo slowly calls "cuckoo-cuckoo-". There is also a bird whose name is unknown. When it rains, it cries "Tick tock, Tick tock" in a hurry. Larks, Pulsatilla, Grey Magpie, Swallows ... Sparrows are the most common. Bailing, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla .................................
Moreover, in the city, the crisp and empty birdsong has become a distant dream in my memory. Occasionally, when I see two or three frightened birds flying over the city, I often feel at a loss. With the noise, environmental pollution and the destruction of ecological resources, where is the home where birds live?
Love nature! Cherish every grass and tree around you! The earth is calling.
4. Listen to the sound of trees or listen to the composition of birds. I long for the poet to say that birds are leaves on trees and brilliant and vivid notes of nature in green symphonic poems. The forest is farther and farther away from people, and the birds are farther and farther away from people. Occasionally, I heard birds singing in twos and threes, and my bad mood suddenly swept away in late spring. Ripples in my heart ...
My home is located at the foot of the mountain, which is a forest. Every evening, all kinds of birds will sing on that branch. In spring, Ziyan, who announced the arrival of spring, took the soil and sang while nesting under the eaves. In early summer, the messenger cuckoo sent a message, hiding in the shade and urging people to go to the fields.
The warm sunshine and cool breeze in the Woods attract hundreds of birds to sing harmoniously, and the songs of birds one after another show beautiful and moving scenery in the embrace of nature. Those innocent and carefree birds let the night dew wash away the old dreams every day, welcome the morning glow and sing new songs. The forest is alive: some birds fly while singing, and some birds squat on branches and sing day and night. ...
But in recent years, due to the endless expansion of industrial civilization, human beings have been wrapped in reinforced concrete castles, and the forests on the mountains have gradually disappeared. The bird that depends on people, the bird that really makes people love, is nowhere to be found, and the lonely mountain can no longer hear the sound of birds. I still look forward to spreading my wings and flying under the clouds, but the disappearance of the forest doomed those birds to the point of no return and never come back.
Humans have gradually lost the ability to listen to natural language. Faced with the temptation of fame and fortune, our hearts shut out the nature of being equally generous to everyone. This is probably the greatest sorrow of self-righteous modern people. Perhaps after a few decades, listening to birds singing twice has become the greatest hope of mankind. ...
I like birds.
In the past, in the countryside, there were trees everywhere. Where there were trees, there were birds, and there were many trees and birds. When the wheat turned to Huang Shi, the oriole opened its throat before dawn. "Barley barley yellow, barley barley yellow!" "In summer, the cuckoo calls" cuckoo-cuckoo-"unhurriedly, and there is another kind of bird that can't be named. When there is no rain in the sky, it cries "Didi, Didi" in a hurry. Larks, Pulsatilla, Grey Magpie, Swallows ... Sparrows are the most common. In the fields, on the haystacks and among the trees, hundreds of them came together and disappeared without a trace.
In the first few years in the city, there were many tall buttonwood trees outside the dormitory wall. In the morning and evening, flocks of birds gather in the trees and hold a lively "forest concert" on time. In the singing of birds, we greet the morning glow and send away the sunset glow. I seem to have found the feeling of being in the country again. Later, because of the urban transformation, the phoenix tree was cut down, and the crisp birdsong became a distant dream in my memory. Occasionally I see three or two birds flying over the city in horror, and I am often disappointed. With the noise, environmental pollution and the destruction of ecological resources, where is the home where birds live?
Bird language is the most beautiful language in the world. During holidays, I prefer to go to the mountains to listen to birds singing. Find a deep forest and lie quietly on the land covered with fallen leaves, then your heart will be close to the heart of the mountain. Watching birds jump from tree to tree, listening to birds in the depths of the shade, intermittent, distant and close. Naughty tits, like summer weeks, are overwhelming until they are soaked.
Birds are the most perfect supernatural creatures in the world. There is nothing more handsome than a bird, with a long tail, a pointed beak, smooth feathers, extremely beautiful streamlined posture and beautiful singing. I often miss the green rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River. Two egrets curl up with one leg and neck, or fly low in the dusk sky, with their backs against dark green mountains and oil green terraces. What a beautiful painting, which gives life a lot of poetry. Moreover, birds play an active role in restraining agricultural and forestry pests and rodents, regulating the ecological balance of nature, and providing people with direct necessities, and have high research value in biological evolution, seed dissemination, bionics, climatology and so on.
If there were no birds in the sky and no birds in life, how lonely human beings would be. Give more love to bird friends and let us have a common home.
In the countryside, there were trees everywhere. There were birds on the trees, and there were many birds on the trees. When the wheat turned yellow, the oriole opened his voice before dawn, "barley barley yellow, barley barley yellow!" " In summer, the cuckoo slowly calls "cuckoo-cuckoo-",and there is another bird that can't be named. When there is no rain in the sky, it cries "Didi, Didi" in a hurry. Larks, Chinese Pulsatilla, grey magpies, swallows ... most of them are sparrows. In the fields, on the haystacks and among the trees, hundreds of bees gather together. Gathered in the trees, a lively "forest concert" was held on time. In the sound of birds singing, we ushered in the morning glow and sent away the sunset glow. I seem to have found the feeling of being in the country again. Later, because of the urban transformation, the phoenix tree was cut down, and the crisp birdsong became a distant dream in my memory. Occasionally I see three or two birds flying over the city in horror, and I am often disappointed. There is a lot of noise and the environment is polluted. Bird song is the most beautiful language in the world. During holidays, I prefer to go to the mountains to listen to birds singing. Find a deep forest and lie quietly on the land covered with fallen leaves. At this time, your heart is close to the heart of the mountain. Watching birds jump from tree to tree, listening to birds singing in the depths of the shade, stopping and continuing, far and near. Naughty tits shout like summer weeks, and all over the sky. Birds are the most perfect supernatural things in the world until they are soaked to the skin. Nothing is more beautiful than a bird, with a long tail, a pointed beak, smooth feathers, a beautiful and streamlined posture and a beautiful singing voice. I often think of two egrets curled up with one leg and neck, or flying low in the dusk sky, with their backs against dark green mountains and oil. Birds play an active role in restraining agricultural and forestry pests and rodents, regulating the ecological balance of nature, and providing people with direct necessities. They are also of great research value in biological evolution, seed propagation, bionics, climatology and so on. If there were no birds in the sky and no birds in life, how lonely human beings would be. Give more love to bird friends and let's have a * * *.