"Swallows come back to find the old base."
Last year's host, or last year's guest, how harmonious their host-guest relationship is! Occasionally, there are a few, but the little swallow doesn't come to visit, which makes the owner very sad. They can't invite such luxurious guests, and everyone thinks their fate is bad.
This is the little swallow in our hometown, a lovely and lively swallow, which makes many children jump for joy. Attention, Shen Zui is watching, which makes many farmers feel sad or comfortable, and adds a lot of spring scenery. How many swallows are interested in our spring!
Now thousands of miles away from home! A country thousands of miles away! Relying on the floating house, galloping among the vast waves, just to see our little swallow.
This swallow is the couple in our hometown, two pairs? Is that the couple we saw in our hometown this spring, two pairs?
Seeing them, can the wanderers not cause, at least like a wisp of smoke and a wisp of homesickness?
The sea is extremely clear and blue, and the sea waves are as gentle as the West Lake in the early morning of spring. Occasionally, a breeze blows, blowing only a million small wrinkles, making the golden water surface look warm and gratifying in the early summer sun. I have never seen such a beautiful sea! The sky is also extremely bright blue, with only a few gauze-like light clouds spread out in the air, just like a girl, wearing a beautiful blue summer dress, but with a thin and shallow white scarf around her neck. I have never seen such a beautiful sky! We leaned against the blue railing and looked at the beautiful sea and sky silently; We don't have any distractions, we are intoxicated, and we are taken into the crystal sky.
Just then, our little swallows, two, three and four, appeared at sea. They also graze leisurely on the sea, just like on a small lake; The sea was hit by its scissors-like tail and wing tip, or overflowed several times. Swallow, the vast sea, flying, won't you feel tired? Won't it get caught in the rainstorm? We are really worried about them!
The swallow had a leisurely rest for a while. They spread their wings and landed on the sea when they fell. Their wings support their weight like floating rings. They lived to be a small black waterfowl, floating up and down with the waves, carefree and comfortable. The sea is such a safe home for them, which we really didn't expect.
In my hometown, can we still imagine that our little swallow is such a sea hero?
The sea is still calm, and many tiny marine fish are alarmed by our ship and flock to the distance; When they fly around, the water will leave a long trace, just like the long trace we left when we were young. Is this little fish our swallow's food?
Swallows skimmed the sea and floated on it. Are they little swallows in our hometown?
Ah, homesickness, homesickness like light smoke!
Birds in my hometown are spiritual and worldly, like simple villagers.
Every time I go to work in the city, I think of them and I think they will think of me, too. Every time I walk on my way to work or stroll in the fields in the suburbs, I will see three or five birds jumping on the roadside or branches. I think it must be a bird from my hometown. I called them and they ignored me. They are afraid that I will hurt them. They hid from a distance and looked at me with hostile eyes, so I had to walk away. They may not be the birds in their hometown.
I finally went home when I was bored. As soon as I got off the bus, there were some birds singing at me on the big tree in Zhuangtou. Then my mother came out, and my cat and yellow dog came to pick me up like a ceremony. I was ecstatic, and my deep depression disappeared instantly. The smile on my face expresses my excitement and gratitude. Mom said, look, it's still home. Well, birds and dogs, when they see you, they will bark. How close they are to you! Yes, when I came to the countryside, I felt like an old man, and my impetuous heart calmed down instantly. I hear birds chirping, as warm as hearing my mother call me by my birth name. I began to pay attention to the birds in my hometown.
I especially liked birds when I was very young. I followed my mother like a follower, begging for birds. At that time, I called them birds. My mother is busy with farm work, so if she doesn't catch any birds, I will make trouble. When I make a scene, my mother gets anxious and hits me. When my mother hit me, I cried badly. Seeing my mother looking at me, I cried louder and shed more tears. Laugh at me, cry without tears, and the yellow dog will lick it. I didn't know that my mother called them. As soon as they laughed at me, I started fighting with them. As soon as I fought them, they said, don't fight us. Let's dig out the nest. I suddenly laughed when I heard that the bird had been dug up. Let's dig up the bird. To dig up this bird, we must find a nest. There are two ways to find the bird's nest. One is looking under the eaves of a newly built new house where no one lives. Sparrows love to be lazy and like to find a gap under the eaves to make a nest.
Let's look for it from this village first. If there is no one in this village, we will look for it in other villages, and we must guard against dogs. Once, Shandan was bitten by a dog in Biezhuang. When Sandan came home, he blamed us for bringing him, and even beat Sandan up. At that time, he didn't blame us. Sandan saw a bird's nest in a big tree, and Sandan ran to the tree. There happened to be a big flower dog under the tree. Sandan asked him to go, but he didn't go. When Sandan was in a hurry, he hit it with mud. This blow can be used to describe my bad luck. That time I found my target, a tall acacia tree, and they forced me to climb it, saying that I would climb two birds. If you give me three eggs, I will climb up. Before I approached the Bird's Nest, I was stung by a furry thorn. I gritted my teeth and continued to climb the twig. I was overjoyed to see the fish in the bird's nest. It took me a long time to wake up. After that, I never dared to dig birds in trees again.
I haven't eaten much for several days, and I am always awakened by the cry of an old bird in my dream. My mother said that I lost my soul and I was called by the number of soybeans. It didn't work for a few days, and I was hysterical in the middle of the night. At that time, I gradually understood the love of the old bird for the little bird and the love of my mother for me.
I stopped catching birds in middle school, and I began to like them. I wrote many sentences about birds in my diary. One summer, my family took a nap after finishing their work. I sat on the straw mat in the first room and watched the swallows foraging. Every time the old swallow takes food, the little swallow in the nest will pull out his yellow mouth to welcome him. I saw the difference between the old swallows. They take food in the next shift. I want to make sure that one is the mother and the other is the father. I have been peeping all summer, an interesting story about the swallow family. On the day when the little swallow came out of the nest, the old swallow kept singing and hovering in and out of the nest. I hid in the east room to peek, and the old swallow sang outside the nest. How do they carefully guide the children out of the nest? What wisdom and courage it takes! I secretly prayed for them, for fear that the first few would fly out smoothly. The last one, probably weak, fell on the bed in the first room. I slipped out and dragged the little creature left on the clothesline at the door with a net bag. With the help of the old bird, it finally spread its beautiful wings. I think only me and their parents and the sky where the beautiful wings were gliding at that time knew the joy of flying for the first time in life. Later, I thought they wouldn't be with me until next year, but it didn't turn out as I expected. The old swallow actually lay in the nest and let the children eat for fifteen days. What kind of gratitude is this? I wish them well. I am very happy. I am proud of my discovery. I began to really know them and remember them-my friends, those two old swallows are my ancestors, and the little swallows are us. How do they raise us, teach us, and how do we repay them and honor them? These simple swallows and these simple ancestors.
I sometimes wonder how I can get into the hearts of these birds. Birds in my hometown have rich and full hearts, and hundreds of thousands of springs are stationed in their hearts. How much do I love them? I'm really ashamed of my incorrect way of falling in love when I was a child. I just want to take care of them as parents and give them a warm home. I don't know how ambitious they are, and they end their lives with anger and hunger strike. Yes, birds in the new century should learn to integrate into modern society. I don't know if the story grandma told me about them deepened my love for them. Grandma said, do you know that you didn't catch any birds when you fell from the tree when you were a child? I said I don't know. Grandma said the bird was called a wolf. Although it is famous for its soil, these birds all have personalities and strong tempers. They just came to our village and built their nest in a big tree. As soon as the children hatched, the old bird went to feed. It rained cats and dogs, thundered and thundered, and the birds were frightened in their nests. However, it cleared up again in a short time, and the bird wanted to lean out and sigh. Unexpectedly, it rained cats and dogs. Seeing that he will be buried here, the bird's eyes are full of despair. It happened that a rooster came to feed. The rooster scratched the shit with its claws and caught the bird out. The bird was saved, spread its wings and flew away a few days later. In order to repay the rooster for saving his life, the wolf son divides his troops into eight roads every summer, goes to various villages to repay his kindness and crows for his husband for 30 days. Grandma's story is really interesting. I really envy that cock. If I save them, won't they repay me? It's ok to be my wife! Grandma said, aren't you a chicken, too Don't flatter yourself.
Times have changed, and I came to the village again. It is still the sound of birds singing, colorful. I simply turned off my cell phone, moved a wooden stool and sat in the farm yard, listening to the sounds of nature. I just lay on the grass and peeked at the bird's nest. Generally, I must be patient and not expose my target. Big birds are smarter. It circled over Zhuangzi first, looking for tall and dense Woods, and then landed on the branches slowly. If nothing happens, relax and start building nests. I sometimes lie there after dinner, like a spy buried in the grass.
Ten years later, I still can't understand this bird complex. I don't understand. When I am old, I will write more poems about birds. Write about the simplicity and simplicity of the country people. Mr. Feng Jicai's famous lyric prose "Pearl Bird"; The book says: trust can often create a beautiful realm. I really like this article. I couldn't have written such a wonderful poem without close contact with this spiritual bird. What kind of heart and soul it needs. Birds have their language, but we don't really listen. I really look forward to the day when animals and plants live in harmony with human beings. In rural areas, the whole soil, flowers, fields, sunshine and kitchen smoke are their voices and languages. They keep opening the pages of the country with fresh and lively songs.
Birds and simple country people are illuminating my motherland with endless spirituality. ......
Pigeon turgenev
I stand on the top of a gentle hill, in front of me is a mature rye field, colorful, sometimes like gold, sometimes like a silver sea.
But there are no ripples in this ocean; The hot air did not move; A heavy rain is coming.
There is still sunshine around me-although it is hot, the light is dim; But behind the rye field, it is not far away, and many dark blue clouds cover half the sky.
Everything is hidden ... everything suffers in the last ominous light of the sun. -I can't hear the songs of birds, and I can't see the shadows of birds; Even the sparrows are hiding. The lonely giant burdock leaves are still fluttering stubbornly, making a rustling sound.
……
Suddenly, something flashed smoothly and leisurely against its monotonous dark blue background, like a white handkerchief and a mass of snow. That's a white dove flying out of the village.
It flies, flies-always flies straight ... and finally disappears behind the forest.
After a long time-there was still a dead silence all around ... but suddenly, two handkerchiefs flashed and two groups of snow flew back: two white doves were flying home safely.
In the end, the storm is unstoppable!
……
But under the eaves, by the gas window, there are two white doves living next to each other-one has just flown to find a mate, and the other has just been found by it, perhaps it has been rescued.
Both pigeons are covered with feathers, and each pigeon can feel its companion's wings beside itself …
They are peaceful! I look at them and feel calm ... although I am alone ... I will be lonely forever.
For example, "Butterfly Lovers": "The wind around the green branches, avoiding birds and hiding the green EU. The reflected sun was in a hurry because the wind suddenly came back. Look at the jagged leaves dancing among the flowers. I don't thank Fanghua for her luck, and Jiashu wants to be attached. " (Liang? Liu Xiaotong); For example, "Ode to Fireflies": "This is the combination of autumn grass, and now the evening breeze is light. Flying stars blow trees like peanuts. The screen is suspicious of fire, and the curtain is like a night bead. Every time you pick up Guanghua, it will fade in this life. " (Liang? Xiao Gang); Such as "Jin Fenghua": "Snow white robe purple, red as four colors" (Song? Yang Wanli); Although these poems have little meaning, they are sincere and entertaining. Another example is Li Shanfu's poem "Song": "Shake the black dragon and hold the cloud, and heaven teaches young people to divide their talents. I can see it in the snow and I can smell it in the wind. " Magnificent, commensurate with the singer; Liu Zongyuan's Jiang Xue: "There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. A boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold river-snow. " Its high standard makes the world untouchable. If it floats, it can be touched. For example, Bai Juyi wrote the red color of azaleas: "Blood beads fall to the ground, and the wind turns smoke and burns people." Li Ai also wrote about Liu Hua in this way: "Zhen Hong's fire slightly wrinkled her face, and the morning glow broke a branch. The golden knife stabbed the blood of the orangutan and splashed incense for a long time. " This kind of poem is endless, and Jiao Ran is picturesque.
For example, chanting cranes: "Bowing your head for fear that cinnabar will fall, and folding your wings often makes people suspicious of selling snow" (Bai Letian), "Cinnabar is the top of your head, and cheeks are frosted with four whiskers" (Du Mu), chanting "The sun is suspicious of the setting of stars, and Feng Ling is surprised by the snow flying" (Li Wenrao), and "Being a grass-maker is far-sighted and approaching the white lotus fish is unknown" (Tao Yong) are all considered elegant. From this to a higher level, that is, "writing God in form", the purpose is to convey its charm and taste its charm through form. This is true of painting and poetry. Another example is the same crane rhyme: "The clock floats in the wild and thinks about algae, and holds a clear heart" (Bao Zhao), "Old Crane Wan Li Heart" (Du Fu), "Long wind night, silent frost dawn" (Li Bai) and "Xu leads bamboo steps, far from the clouds" (Liu Yuxi).
For example, Du Fu's "Lonely Goose": "Lonely geese don't drink and peck, fly around or miss the sheep. Who pities a shadow and loses all the clouds? "
Birds in poetry
1. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. (Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue")
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")
In the spring morning, I wake up easily, and birds are singing everywhere. (Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn")
5. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ... (Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")
6. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming's drinking)
Here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. (Chang Jian "Zen Forest after Broken Mountain Temple")
8. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain)
9. Birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. (Jia Dao's "Li Ning's Seclusion")
10. The cicada in the forest is quiet, and Tonamiyama is more secluded. (Wang Ji's "Man Ruoxi")
Shanniao
Tangzhenggu
Afraid and lost, the powder wall is high, what sound and feathers.
The little girl doesn't have to play in a hurry, eat the cherries on the branches.
Singing bird
Tang Liyifu
In the sun, the colors are shining, and in the piano, the night is crying.
A forest is like a tree. You don't need to borrow a branch to live.
Bathing bird
Don Lu Zhao Lin
Dancing alone depends on the rock, and flying in groups is light.
I grew up on white clouds in front of the green beach.
kingfisher
Tang hanhe
The water in the sky is far away and the net is thin, and the clothes are heavy and blue.
Bullets are harmful to children. I suggest you not fly near the city.
Tong flower and bird
Don
The five-color sweater is better than Feng Chu, and there is nothing in the deep flowers.
The beauty bought it out of sympathy and moved to Chai Jin to weigh several baht.
Listen to Kuzu.
Don
Grass grows outside Shanglanmen, and flowers live in Weiyang Palace.
There are also people who follow the imperial garden. I don't know whether to go to Jindi.
In spring, a thousand words can be explained, and a hundred birds sing first.
Every household should be aware of it. Why should we listen to crows when establishing rules and regulations?
Wenkuzu
Tang liangzhong
One hundred languages have heard of his country, which is fascinating. Pick a leaf and open a thousand flowers.
When sitting in love, indulge, hide or stop. There is no need to feel lonely. I resigned from home for three years.
Warm spring bird
Tangweizhuang
Clouds and clear spring birds are everywhere in Jiangcun, which is still like old news in Chang 'an.
Ying Xiao Wo in front of the wall, I am haggard today, and I am ashamed of you.
aquatic bird
Don
Smoke stops water for home, sleep in twos and threes and warm sand.
Thank you for leaving Lu 'an to say goodbye. How can it be forbidden to the ends of the earth?
Moon bird
Tangzhenggu
South geese with frost on their backs are not everywhere, and I first heard that North geese were leaning on them.
Plum rains cover the river and spring grass rests, with many litchi branches.
Good birds sing high.
Don
Not to support the family, but to move to another place and feel inferior. The shadow is high and late, and the sound is far away from the wind.
Clouds sweep thousands of miles, and hundreds of flowers bloom. It's amazing at night, just ask your friends to listen.
At the age of three, the oath was first sung in a branch. If the forest can be trusted, the weak feather is willing to make a difference.
wood thrush
Song Ouyang xiu
The cries of thousands of birds echo their own hearts, and thousands of purple flowers on the mountain are on the height of trees.
Only then did I understand that listening to the cry of the thrush locked in a golden cage is far less than singing leisurely in the forest.
Jumping bird
Song Ouyang xiu
I'm being slandered here, and every time I smell a clever word, it should be disgusting.
Spring in the mountain city is bitter and lonely, and I always hate it without grace.
Flowers bloom and birds talk, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death, and drunkenness leads to dreams of death and friends with flowers and birds.
Flowers can smile at me, and birds advise me to drink without mercy.
It's beautiful to drink at leisure, so as not to scatter birds.
The barren spirit is all on the bank of Chuze, and Li Sao wakes up haggard and sad.