CCTV network news: "In the heavens wish to be a winged bird, in the earth wish to be a branch." The black-necked crane, which lives in the plateau all year round, pursues "monogamy" and is loyal to love, which also allows the baby cranes to have a warm home from an early age. Next, let's listen to the happy monologue of the crane baby.
My name is Black-necked Crane, and I was born in China's Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, where snow-capped peaks and clouds are vast. My parents had to cross the obstacles along the way to have children here, and passed on the adherence to the plateau for generations. From birth to migration, we almost always travel between the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.
Our birthplace includes Qinghai Lake, Sanjiangyuan and many other places, and the unified feature is that there is a beautiful lake and swamp wetland with abundant water and grass, there is water to drink, and there are fish to eat.
Our number is very rare, an important reason is that the mother can only lay two eggs per fertility period, in order to hatch us, the father and mother have a tacit understanding of the division of labor, one sits in the nest to incubate the eggs, the other is next to forage and patrol the guard, this boring work takes more than 30 days.
Finally, one day, I tried to peck open the eggshell, and the first thing I saw was the bright sun, the clouds and water, the green grass, and a pair of fathers and mothers who were eagerly awaiting our arrival. It's a wonderful world.
When I was born, I was covered in tender yellow fluff and my body was petite, like the most common little yellow duck, which was a very interesting contrast with my tall, feathered black and white parents. I looked weak and thin, often hiding under mom and dad's wings. Unlike other birds, many of whom are single mothers, my parents not only love each other, but also do their duty, one goes out to forage, and the other stays to take care of the children. Under the careful care of my parents, my tall man grew very fast, the newly grown feathers were still faint yellow, and my body was close to catching up with my parents.
The warm time passed in an instant, and the temperature on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau plummeted, as if it only took one night. The home where I was born became dry and desolate, and food was scarce, and at this time, my parents were going to lead us who had just learned to fly to start our first autumn migration, to find a water source without ice, grass and fish to spend the winter. Migration destinations are either in the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau thousands of kilometers away, and some in the Yajiang River Valley within 100 kilometers.
It was the first trek of my life, and it was a challenge for me, who was not yet proficient in flying. Mom and Dad would sandwich me in the middle, they flew back and forth to guard me, and they needed to stop and rest along the way to feed me, adding a lot of difficulty and danger to the journey, but they enjoyed it. Our family is neat and tidy, flying over a thousand mountains and twilight snow, stratus clouds, the so-called best family affection is so.
The place where my parents led me to was called Basuncuo, because it was higher than the altitude of my birthplace, and it was also very cold, but fortunately there was a piece of living water that was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Many black-necked crane parents have chosen to spend the winter here, and they have also brought many small friends, and everyone is playing together, so it is not leisurely.
One day, I opened my eyes and found that mom and dad were gone. It wasn't just me, my parents seemed to have discussed it, and they threw their friends like me here and flew away alone. We had to try to forage for food on our own and practice flying, facing the problem of survival that could not be avoided. On a sunny day, we set off on a long journey together, ready to rush to our birthplace to find Mom and Dad.
I flapped my wings and flew into the clouds, gliding all the way along the air, and suddenly understood the good intentions of my parents who had specially taken us to this high altitude for winter. At this moment, I really grew up.
Being together and separated, greeting and abandoning, are all part of mom and dad who love us dearly. On this route full of warm memories, we will be like our parents, weathering the wind and snow, navigating through the clouds and fog, spending spring and autumn cold and summer, and passing on to this most beautiful snowy plateau on the earth for generations.
Source: CCTV