With the footsteps of spring, under the blue sky, the smart swallow spread its handsome wings and parachuted into the corridor of my office, twittering around the roof, looking around, looking for the landing runway.
What you see is a black and smooth feather coat, a pair of bright and light wings, a pair of green tails like scissors, a short and sensitive beak, much like a beautiful stewardess, standing slim on the fluorescent lamp iron cover on the roof, with two vicissitudes on the iron cover, which is a wasteland.
Swallows that leave in autumn and come in spring don't forget to look for the old base when they return.
Perhaps, it has not recognized this mutilated hometown. The dry dark brown nest has been neglected for a long time, and it has been in a mess, and many bugs have climbed in. The scene, Chun Yan's heart must be how Cang cool voice. Going in for a while and coming out for a while, the smell of soil is still there. A few scattered feathers are a sign of spring rejuvenation. After careful observation, with its keen sense of smell, it looks for that little perception in the homesickness of memory. Then, I thought for a moment and nodded, confirming that this is its hometown and the love nest of its parents who once gave birth to it.
The clever' Swallow' decided to repair and take over the family as soon as possible with his hardworking hands.
The next morning, the swallow stood on the wire outside my office with her companion in the morning light. As soon as she saw me, she greeted me politely and waited for me to open the door to a happy time.
A couple who entered the door stood whispering to each other next to the old nest, probably because they were discussing how to repair and expand the old nest and calculating how much building materials were needed. The only convenient foundation is left by their parents, and they don't need to choose or redesign the drawings. Of course, the feng shui here is definitely very good.
Building a new home is tedious and boring, but a pair of swallows, with the belief of having a love nest, can always patiently shuttle through the boring time. Just like people, no matter where they go, whether they are poor or rich, they must have a place to rest, a home to shelter from the wind and rain, and sweat for their home.
Nesting requires not only full energy, but also rich experience and superb craftsmanship to build a brick and tile. Whether the house is strong or not depends on materials, factory products, good materials, good technology and careful calculation to make good products. These, for swallows with craftsman quality, do not need to learn to be born, and they already know. Every basic point, every procedure, the clever swallow is carefully operating.
Cement doesn't need changing kilns. The self-generated mucus in the mouth is the cement for building walls. After being stirred by the tongue like a tile knife in the mouth, it becomes a pile of concrete. A few grass stalks are held in the ground to make steel bars and spit on the ceiling at will, firmly connecting each base point. In this way, the swallow couple flew from the field to the outside and from the outside to the field. They worked tirelessly from morning till night for a handful of dirt and a grass stalk by the river and ditch, and never stopped. Even if they had a rest at night, they were thinking about tomorrow's task.
Time is like water, flowing day by day, and there can be no slack. In the day-to-day rush, the bird's nest grows bigger and bigger like a balloon. Finally, one day, the whole reconstruction and expansion project reached the final stage, and the nest mouth gradually closed.
No pains, no gains. A new home like a hot water bottle hangs on the roof. The flat hole is always open and there is no door. Although there are two nests in the office corridor, one is next to the iron cover of fluorescent lamp, and the other is in the corner. They are newcomers, but whether they are newcomers or permanent residents, their hearts are pure in this community and in the world of swallows, and there is no thinking of who infringes on whom and competes for whose territory. Everyone is busy with their own affairs, living in harmony and building a harmonious community together.
Where a pair of swallows fly with spring, their home is built. When you fly to a mountainous area without smoke, you will settle down in a cave. When the sun rises, you will face the rising sun, spread your wings under the blue sky, walk through a forest, smell the rich fragrance, and then cross a small river in the mountains, skim over the water, overlook the fish in the water, and sprinkle the beautiful image of a river.
When a pair of swallows flew over the vast fields and built their homes under the eaves or porches of the fireworks village, the cultivators became their closest friends and kept away from the rich and powerful. Eat at sunrise and return at sunset. Swallows flying with me live freely here. They build love nests with spring soil and enjoy the warm sunshine under the blue sky. They browsed the green scenery of the fields all the way, leisurely skimmed the crops, smelled the wheat and then smelled the rice fragrance. Tired, we leaned together and combed each other's smooth feathers. Love is a silent transmission, a mutual affection and a lasting relationship.
Home is both a shelter from the wind and rain and a paradise for love.
Now, the swallow's home in the corridor of my office has been completed. Every mud brick, every straw and every building material was carried by the couple themselves. Each mud brick is connected by its own love mucus, arranged neatly, and its appearance presents a natural color. To this end, they have invested a lot of energy. I have to say that every swallow is a senior architect, born with ingenuity, intelligence and wisdom.
Swallows have been busy for a family for half a spring.
One day at dusk in spring, a couple who often walk all the way and are inseparable, how can they go out alone and not fly back for a short time? Back and forth, it turned out that the female swallow was pregnant and laying eggs, and was hatching her offspring wholeheartedly, while the male swallow went to the field to find food and provide the female swallow with the necessary calories. Sometimes, the wife needs to replenish water and the husband replaces it. After about half a month's persistence, the swallow's body temperature softened the hard eggshell, and the little life pecked through the bound shell, poked its head out and came to this world wet. In the bird's nest, there has been a chirping sound since then. The crystallization of their love was born. At this moment, the swallow, who is a parent, is both happy and feels a heavy burden on her shoulders. They should shoulder the responsibility of this family. Feed the children even if they are hungry, and protect their safety even if they are tired.
In order to find more food, once, the swallow and his wife went out, and several hungry little creatures stayed at home. When they hurried home, a naked swallow poked its head out of hunger and accidentally landed on the floor tile. Several other swallows stood in a row at the door of their house, each with a big mouth like a small pocket, eager to return to their parents. When the couple saw the hungry child, they quickly patiently fed the food they brought back from their mouths.
However, at first glance, a swallow disappeared, and then the swallow lay on the floor tile, showing no signs of life. They swooped down quickly, stood beside the swallow, pecked at the swallow's head with their beaks, then lifted their hair and let out a moan, unwilling to leave for a long time.
With the support of parents, the swallow grew up day by day. Although the expanded home is not small, it can't bear too much weight. Unfortunately, a large bird's nest collapsed. If the dead swallow is a man-made disaster, the collapse will be a natural disaster. No matter how busy the home is, it will be repaired in a few days.
Facing the swallow, I was lost in thought. The child grew up, his tough wings spread out and he flew away. Both the city and the countryside have established their own homes. In winter, they go to warm cities to find a ray of sunshine. In spring, go back to the oxygen bar village and absorb the energy for one year. As for what else to see? Perhaps, what the swallow thinks tells the answer in my heart.