Text/Yang Hua (Guangzhou)
The two sons especially want to keep pets, helpless home conditions are limited, can not find extra space to raise, and because as a nurse I have a "prejudice" against all pets, always feel that cats, dogs and dogs are full of parasites, psychologically especially resistant, so they have been on their own allergies to animal hair as a reason to prevaricate the children, hoping that they will slowly forget this matter. The two babies took turns to attack dad with sugar-coated shells, but the child was stalked, and finally on a Saturday evening, dad brought back two small parrots, one blue and one green, and the children officially owned their own pets.
These two birds are also well-behaved and obedient, and every morning when they wake up, they hear their pleasant cries, and in the background of the osmanthus flowers on the small table next to them, they also have the meaning of "birds and flowers". They always eat quietly, and when they are full, they stand on the beams and comb each other's feathers, talk and rap, and enjoy each other. The children praised the two birds for being docile and obedient, rewarding them from time to time and carrying the bird cage to take them out to let the wind blow.
Every morning together, the children go to tease the birds, feed them water, teach them to talk, the younger son is even more as their bird father, carefully started the "shoveling officer", in order to name them, look up the dictionary to ask their parents, no less effort. Chinese New Year's Eve evening, the younger son also handwritten a couplet on the bird cage with the words he had just learned, saying that he wanted to give his children a lively New Year, a "good father" full of love. Seeing that the people and birds complement each other in harmony, I acquiesced to the two members living at home.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and one morning half a year later, the balcony was quiet, and there was no longer the birds of the past. I walked over to see that the little blue parrot was lying softly at the bottom of the cage, finishing its short life. Before long, the green one also rode the crane west to heaven to find its partner. The children were very sad and pestered their fathers to ask why the birds died so quickly, but unfortunately my father and I had no knowledge and experience of keeping birds, and could only perfunctorily say that maybe they died of parasitic infections.
I couldn't bear to see the children's eyes fall into a state of displeasure, and a week later, Dad brought back two small parrots, one blue and one green, with the same breed, size, and color as before. The kids rejoiced and found the joy of being "daddy" again, but my days began to be full of troubles and hectics.
The blue "quiet" continued the style of the two parrots, always standing quietly on the beam, bowing their heads and slowly pecking at the grain, and swallowing it in a gentle manner. When you are full, you stand up straight on the beam to rest, look around for a while, occasionally follow the green "noisy" hum a few words, sometimes flap your wings, it is also a very civilized and elegant look, the whole look of a small obedience, looking at people feel pity. Turning his gaze to the fuss again, the painting style suddenly changed, and the rude appearance made people shake their heads and sigh, and then continue to look, they couldn't help but itch their teeth and want to take the guy out and beat him up, give it some color to see.
Let's take a look at how it eats. Two small feet tightly hooked the beam, the upper half of the body hung low, the head was raised high, and the long tail was straight up to the ceiling, like an experienced yoga instructor concave in a strange shape that is difficult for ordinary people to do. Under such a charming posture, the bird's beak is just enough to reach into the food box, so the small head begins to beat the rhythm little by little, the small mouth bar clicks sharply to bite through the chaff, swallow the stomach numbly, that action, really called a steady and fierce, crisp and clean, unambiguous, like a strong woman who is too busy to eat and exercise every day, and has to use every opportunity to perfectly combine eating and exercising.
After filling our stomachs and retracting the difficult cat asanas, our yoga instructor began to comb the feathers. Jing Jing likes to gently peck at the head and neck of the noisy, as if she is afraid of hurting the noisy appearance, but the noisy never plays cards according to the routine, always lowers her head to arch the quiet belly, the strength is big and rude, and every time the timid and fearful Quiet forced to retreat and retreat, she can only endure it silently. When the hilarity is enough, they begin to move their wings, and the yoga instructor transforms into a powerful fitness instructor, perhaps with a lot of strength, and the noise of the noisy flapping wings is so loud that we often think that a chicken has flown in the house. When this energetic coach finished the activity, the table and the floor were full of empty chaff that had been fanned out by it, and there were my own fluffy hairs floating back and forth in the air, making me, a patient with allergic rhinitis, sneeze continuously.
You think that's the end of it? If it were just like that, I would at best find it useful. One day after work home, as soon as the door was opened, a UFO crashed straight at me, frightening me with a scream and directly threw the bag and key out, and when I looked back, I found that the two birds in the cage were missing, replaced by the balcony floor, sofa, clothes covered with black and white bird droppings------- this guy actually opened the cage door and escaped with a quiet "escape"! The floor of the room is a field of bird feathers, with my movement continues to fly, I can only take the broom to keep chasing those fluff sweeps ah sweep ah, the fire in the heart is more and more fierce, simply throw the broom, ready to catch them up and chop it, chop it and stew the soup! It seemed to read my exasperation, and instead of being afraid, it stood on the clothes rail and looked at me condescendingly, shouting loudly, with a voice full of pride, contempt, and defiance. The fire in my heart burned, and I dropped the broom to catch them, who knew that this guy was not a vegetarian, one would fly to the windowsill, one would stand on the hanger, one would fly fast along the ceiling, in short, don't try to touch a feather of it. Defeated in the war, I couldn't help but scream at the sky, but there was no way to take it, so angry and corrupt that I could only dial my husband's phone to scold him, and first relieve my anger and then say.
Unexpectedly, my husband and children came home, saw two birds still flying around at home, laughed triumphantly, and praised their precious birds for being smart and capable, and they could actually use their mouths to open the "prison door" upwards, easily achieving freedom of flight. The younger son also begged his father to simply throw away the bird cages and let them fly freely at home! My growl overshadowed: "Absolutely not! I don't want to live in bird shit! My son gave me a blank look, with a look of reluctance. I blamed them for not understanding the hardships and pains of my cleaning up the bird droppings and bird feathers, and instead of hurrying to "bring them to justice", they were so happy that they were like they had a baby, and simply gambled and ignored them.
The next day, this guy escaped from prison with Jingjing again, repeating the bird feathers of the previous day, and the home that had just been cleaned up suffered another disaster, I couldn't bear it, and ordered my husband to lock the "prison door" and never allow the "jailbreak" incident to happen again. In this way, the home was finally quiet for a while, except for cleaning the empty chaff and bird feathers that were fanned out every day, but there was nothing wrong with each other. Later, because the children were in the near future middle school entrance examination, everyone was busier than usual, and they did not go to tease the birds. One morning I went to clean up the "battlefield" and found that the beautiful long tail of the trouble did not even have a feather! I don't know how it pecked down that long tail, maybe it was full of anger and grievances, there was nowhere to vent, it could only rely on letting the body produce pain to divert the psychological pain, in short, its ass was bare, like a colorful chicken! Looking at his funny appearance, standing silent on the beam, the happy singing and correction of the past no longer exist, just like the child who has lost his vitality after being punished by his parents, I suddenly flashed a trace of reluctance in my heart, feeling that I had hurt it deeply, and I was eager to do something to make up for it immediately. So I talked to my husband and the children about letting them out. The husband feels that the time may not be ripe, a bird that has lost its balance ability to go out does not know whether it can survive, and it should be safer to stay at home. So we decided to keep watching to see if a new tail would grow.
At night, I couldn't sleep because of the noisy downfall. Accustomed to its daily hustle and bustle at home, the sudden silence is particularly distressing. I don't know what kind of despair and pain the riot has experienced in the self-injury of the "strong man breaking his tail", if it can be human language, I don't know what kind of condemnation and accusation will be made against us. The husband also sighed: "Flying is the true fate of a bird, it strives for the freedom it deserves, what is wrong?" Blame us for depriving people of their rights, and blame them for not following the rules. Moreover, from our human point of view, it is disobedient, disobedient, and net causes trouble for people, but from the bird's point of view, its rebellion and rebellion make it have a different "bird" life experience. After saying that, he teased me: "This fuss is really a bit like our little son, with endless energy and love to toss." ”
I was stung by his last words and was completely sleepy. Remembering that I often received calls from teachers recently, the young son made a lot of noise at school, so that the teacher did not bother with his brain, as a mother, I put all my pressure on the child, so and so restricted, a few good words did not see the effect began to roar and roar, the two women often dispersed unhappily, and the child often had negative resistance. Aren't my many conditions and many restrictions the invisible shackles that bind him to fly? Isn't my naughty child just like a cage of haunting, but a lively nature, energetic and longing for freedom? Who doesn't crave freedom? It is human nature to pursue freedom, especially for children. Although my child often brings me the embarrassment and trouble of "a place of bird feathers", didn't he practice wings in the process of flapping his wings? The road of life is never reversible, that carefree day of tossing and turning, only childhood in life can have, how can I deprive him of such a precious time? Why should I ask a young child from an adult point of view to abide by and understand the "rules" and "squares" in the adult world, why should I use my own life experience as his life guide, why should I point fingers in his growth process, and I am eager to "live" his life for my child, what qualifications do I have to deprive him of the right to experience life and feel the world in the name of love, how can I be sure that the first two birds did not die of depression and loneliness?
In his speech at the graduation ceremony of the Department of Chinese of Peking University, Lu Xinning said: "I don't need to remind you what kind of mediocrity and sophistication life will be, dissolve your ambitions, and I don't need to remind you how to become pragmatic and realistic when you enter the society, because you will be immersed in it for the rest of your life." "My child, after you become an adult, your mother forced you to learn all kinds of "truths", life will be given to you sooner or later without omission, even if your mother tries her best to pave a certain section of the road for you, the next intersection, you may fall to the head and bleed. Even if you learn a lot of knowledge and skills, they may not be able to resist the hardness and hardship in your life in the future, and you, like everyone else, will inevitably embark on a road of eternal loneliness, full of thorns and confusion ahead, no matter what kind of cry for help, only the echo is with you. And all this, only those who have love in their hearts, know how to love, and give love can compete with it. What your mother should teach you the most is how to learn and acquire the ability to love.
Dad was right, the commotion caused Mom a lot of trouble, but it didn't need to understand the rules of the human world, and in the world of the caged bird, it experienced two escapes and a broken tail with its own stubbornness and courage, what a brave and great act! Where do those obedient birds who stay quietly in their cages waiting for their death understand their happiness? Philosopher Zhou Guoping said: "Life is just an experience", in our small world, we can find what we like and work hard for it, even if we work hard, we can finally get the joy, luck, praise and meaning that nourish life. Therefore, my child, please fly bravely, to break free of the shackles that should not be there, to fully enjoy the beauty and touch of each life stage, to live as colorful as possible, to gain the wisdom of life with more experience, in the time of you live every day, your life will be beautiful, have a firm belief in your heart, you will find the meaning of life.
My sleeping children, when you wake up, let's discuss it together, and when the noisy tail grows out, will it be free?
☆ About the author: Yang Hua, a native of Hunan, a nurse, currently lives in Guangzhou.
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