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【Content Summary】 Star Point has been timid since childhood, Daddy brought back the bird cage and the bird to exercise the star point guts, and told the star point to practice the courage to release the bird. Through feeding observations, the essay written by Star Dot appeared on the school's blackboard newspaper. Soon, Daddy was invited to the "study class", and then set off a battle to extinguish the sparrows in all directions, and the birds fed by the stars were eventually unexpected, so the stars launched a high fever, delaying the teacher's arrangement of the essay describing the battle to extinguish the sparrows. One day when Daddy returns, how should he tell the bird about it? Starding was so sad that he woke up crying from a dream.
Yuqiao Town is a small town located in the north wing of the Yangtze River estuary, which runs through the Haijie River and meanders to the river. The south side of the town intersects with the Haijie River, which is a small artificially excavated Haijie River, which is as straight as a ruler, and the Yuqiao Elementary School is noisy on the bank of this small Haijie River.
In 1970, Starpoint had just entered the fourth grade. The golden color of the ground, for a child of about 10 years old, seems to be, it is absolutely a color of stirring hearts, hard work will produce fruitful fruits, the work of the peasant uncle is like this, and the same is true of his own study. When the stars are born, near the evening, the stars that have only been lit up appear in the sky. Daddy said, "Let's call it a star, the stars are lit, let the stars light up our stars again." The mother smiled brightly: "You are a worker and peasant brand cadre, the dots of ink in your belly, and the name is quite learned." ”
The town is more than a mile from home, and there are always several trips back and forth every week. Today is a week, the stars and a few small friends sneaked out for a little half a day, the old street of the town turned east and west, the bridge head counted for a while the south to north of the boat, began to be a little bored. Some said to climb the water tower of the oil factory, some said to go to see the farm tool factory to build machinery, and some said that the large canal of the Yangshui Station no longer released water into the rice field, and the fast-drying canal could just touch the small fish and pick the small crab. After three words and two words, the little friends scattered and divided their own things. Star Dot was clutching the birdcage in his hand, and he still had his own thoughts. Yesterday afternoon, at the end of school, the Chinese teacher shouted to himself: "Star Point, the teacher plans to come up with a topic next week, let the students write about interesting things in life." Your essay is well written, think about it in advance. Starpoint raised the birdcage in his hand to his head and said to the birds, "I'll take you to sing with them." ”
The birdcage and the little bird are the treasures that Daddy brought home for the star point. Star Dot has no courage since childhood, and everything that is alive, even if it is a small insect, absolutely does not dare to touch it, let alone a fluttering bird that can fly. Daddy said, "Boys must have courage, and courage can be practiced." Starpoint glared wide-eyed and nodded. Daddy said, "When we have practiced boldness, let the bird go out and let it play with the birds in the reeds and sing together." ”
Daddy didn't tell Star Point what kind of bird this little bird is, Star Point has asked: "Daddy, this little bird is quite similar to a sparrow, is it also called a sparrow?" They're relatives, right? Daddy only smiled: "The birds are all good friends, and good friends don't necessarily have to be named." ”
Every day, the birds are fed rice grains cooked, rice, corn, and wheat, and the birds are never picky eaters. From using chopsticks to reaching for fingertips to small palms, gradually no longer afraid, the birds also quickly became affectionate, not only directly in the palm of the star point to peck rice grains to eat, even drink water is the star dot with both hands to hold. On this day, Star Point asked, "Mother, Daddy is coming back, right?" I want Daddy to watch the birds fly into the sky. ”
The mother paused for a moment and said, "Your father went to the study class, and it is estimated that he will have to wait and come back." ”
"What is a workshop?" Star Dot then asked.
When the mother could not help answering, she thought about it and simply said, "It's not too much different from your study." When the mother said this, the star really did not ask any more questions.
All the way home, The stars made up their minds not to take the avenue, along the small sea boundary river. The small rivers everywhere, wide and narrow, straight and curved, the small sea boundary river is the most familiar and favorite for the stars. There are many small rivers, there are many articles about small rivers, and in such articles that Xingdian has read, some people have compared small rivers to ribbons, and some people have compared small rivers to silver snakes. The reeds on both sides of the river are said to be like soldiers in a line, dressed in mighty clothes; some are said to be like feminine women, singing and dancing softly. In the eyes of the stars, the small river is a paradise with endless fun, you can swim in the summer and skate in the winter. While catching small cockroaches and catching fireflies, it serves as a natural gathering place for small playmates. Since feeding the birds, The Stars suddenly found that the river was a warm home for the birds. Birds of all kinds build countless nests in the reeds, and the birds are feasting on the edges of the river, on the surface of the water and even in the water. In particular, the camp is set up on the water's edge by the river, attacking and retreating, and the birds are rarely harmed. But where did the birds go after the reeds had blossomed and the reeds were harvested by their uncles and aunts? This is something that The Stars don't quite understand.
Star Dot walked refreshed on the river, feeling in his heart that he had clearly walked into the village where the birds lived. For the arrival of the guests, the birds unfold their proud singing voices, enthusiastically singing the welcome song, "chirping", "chirping", "grunting", rough, peaceful, low, melodious, without exception, moving in the clouds and free. On the surface of the small river, the intertwined melody portrays the clear water of the small river into a psychedelic music score. The little bird in the hands of the star dot has long been impatient, frequently protruding from the cage, and with a beautiful tune, it does not want to be left behind to dance cheerfully. The stars know that the birds not only have superb nesting skills, but also skillfully camouflage. There are obviously many, many bird nests in the reeds, but it is not easy to find them accurately. With the song of the birds, the stars cling to the cages of the birds as far as possible, bent on making friends with each other and performing together on stage. Star Point himself hid a little farther away, waiting with interest to enjoy the opening of the play.
At first, it became quiet. Inside the cage, looking out curiously; outside the cage, looking inward friendly, they seemed to be greeting each other. The cage said, "Much of a disturbance, ashamed of it." The answer outside the cage: "Welcome to the words of the place." In the blink of an eye, the two sides accelerated their heating and even said that they were intimate, and they couldn't help but feel a little excited. Suddenly, on the surface of the whole small river, along the river, and among the reeds, there were bursts of "purring", "purring", "rattling", "rattling", was it the birds who rushed to see the scene, or did they participate in the grand parade? Xingdian thought of the mountain opera "Wise Tiger Mountain" that he went to the big town with his brother and sister not long ago, and those elves flew quickly through the reeds, was it just like the warriors who shuttled through the deep mountains and old forests! Star dot held his breath, afraid of disturbing the carnival along the river.
When the sun grew louder and redder, and was about to fall into the small river, StarPoint took his bird back to the edge of his house, looked up to see the playmates, and also rushed from the direction of the town, backwards and forwards towards this side.
Within a few days, Starry's essay "The Little Bird That Can Sing" was copied to the school's blackboard newspaper. The Chinese teacher happily told Xingdian: "The teachers praised you for writing well, and the principal praised our class." Xingdian was naturally very happy in his heart, but he became a little embarrassed as a result. Seeing that the blackboard newspaper was full of classmates, even the brothers and sisters of the fifth grade and the sixth grade were watching, while looking at it, the more the students shouted "star point, star point, come quickly", the more the star point pretended not to hear, bypassing the blackboard newspaper and walking away quickly.
In the heavy and yellow sky of rice ears, feather-like flowers bloom on the proud heads of rows of reeds, and the diamond horns in the small sea boundary river have been harvested, and the river surface is bright and clear, and it can be seen in an unobstructed view. Most of the birds that often stop, play and forage on the diamond plate fly to the vast fields and quiet bamboo gardens.
In the afternoon, there is one last language class left. Star Point and the students were surprised to hear the teacher announce, "Today the school is out early, the students go home to prepare, and tomorrow they will participate in the battle to kill the sparrows with the adults." The teacher increased his voice and intensified his tone: "Students, this is the unified call of the superiors, it is a battle." After the battle is won, everyone must write an essay. After a pause, the teacher also stressed: "We must actively participate in the battle, and we must try our best to write the composition." The teacher turned his gaze to the star point again: "Like the star point students, try to get on the school's blackboard newspaper." ”
When the hot and noisy people walked out of the classroom, The first thing Star dot saw was that "The Singing Bird" had been erased, and the shadowy remnants of the handwriting were covered with a bright slogan: "Elementary school students, fight to eliminate sparrows and increase food production!" ”
On the way home from school, flocks of sparrows flew through the air from time to time, and the sound of "chirping, chirping" coming from the fields and treetops sounded no different from the past. Look at these scenes, think of the finches, they are still ignorant of tomorrow's doom, the stars are almost in tears. Under the sun and blue sky, how can the vivid figures of free movement unexpectedly become a small pity, and the stars are confused, could it be that the sparrows did not eat the grain in the fields before? The teacher asked the students to fight with the adults, so what method should the adults use to eliminate the sparrows? No longer confused, no longer able to understand, the stars still have to put down these first, the most important thing in front of them is how to take the birds they feed. The bird looks like a sparrow, saying that it is not a sparrow, will people believe it? Will hiding the bird in the house also be found? After all, the birds are also fed with grain. These questions could have been asked to Daddy, but Daddy didn't know when he would come home. Ask the mother? Not really! If you ask the mother, you will definitely mention daddy. Every time I mentioned my father, my mother was full of sorrow and did not say a word. From the radio, from the mouths of others, Xingdian had already heard that the "study class" was not like the usual study, anyway, it was not a good thing, so the mother was not happy. The brothers and sisters never mentioned this, so that they would not provoke the mother to be angry.
It was dark and the battle had not yet begun. The worried star dots were all packed up, and they were looking around the room, where to settle the birds was the most appropriate and safe, and after one circle after another, they decided to put the bird cage on the bed, drop the tent, and close the doors and windows. The sound of gongs, drums, and shouts outside the door of the house was first sounded from a distance, and soon, the world was churning around the star point home, hot like a pot, and like thunder. The mother said: "I see most of them holding washbasin steel pot lids or something." Star Point refused to take these, insisting on saying, "At most, take a small flag that I made." ”
When you go out to see, the star dots are really eye-opening, except for all those who can knock out the sound, all the bamboo poles, river reeds, and even sorghum poles and corn stalks that can be lifted to shake high places can all be used as weapons for battle. The newly leveled and pressed threshing ground, which was specially prepared for threshing and drying of late-harvest rice, did not want to come in handy first: to hold a mobilization meeting for the battle of exterminating sparrows. The captain of the production team must have received the task overnight, received the guidance of tactical tactics, and at this time, he said to the members with passion: "If the sparrow takes our rations, we will take the sparrow's life!" "Whether it is enthusiastic boiling or heartbroken, the stars do not describe their feelings at this time, because it is the first time to experience such a position." The captain also said, "We can't come to The Great Hulong, half of the people are engaged in position warfare, that is, the straw people are tied up, and every field is placed; the other half of the people carry out sports warfare, that is, mainly to drive away." In short, every effort was made to leave the sparrows with nowhere to hide and nowhere to rest, until they were tired and planted. The adults exchanged heads and ears, and the little friends made a lot of noise, which reminded the captain: "By the way, these little leaders and primary school students, I see that you are mainly responsible for digging the sparrow nest and hitting it with a slingshot!" ”
In the crowd, I don't know who shouted: "Star, your little flag is quite bright, that is, the flagpole is not long enough." ”
An aunt immediately stopped and said, "As far as your mouth is fast, are you a sparrow?" ”
"Hahaha."
"It's sparrow, hahaha."
Amid the laughter, my aunt pulled the star dots out of the crowd: "Ignore them, make you happy." ”
Sure enough, as my aunt expected, someone wanted to mention the star feeding the birds. Someone asked in a strange way: "Star Point, are the birds you raise sparrows, and they will have to eat grain after all!" ”
Star point "hummed" a sound: "I will give it food in my province, it is not your business!" The aunt did not persuade her, but quickly pulled the star point and whispered: "These uncles are looking for you to be happy, afraid that they will not let the brigade cadres know again." Starpoint turned her head to look at niang, who did not say a word from beginning to end.
For most of the morning, Star Dot followed his friends around and ran around, but his mind kept thinking about what his aunt said, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't bear it anymore. Finally, several groups of teams driving sparrows along the side of the Little Sea Boundary River moved elsewhere, and the stars also came up with a brilliant plan at this juncture: the birds must be hidden in the reeds of the Little Sea Boundary River as soon as possible. After several rounds of clearance, it became the safest. From yesterday afternoon to almost the whole morning of this day, Star Point felt a little more comfortable in his heart: "Little bird, Star Point takes you to the wild to hide, don't remember it, this time is not to sing, absolutely can not make a sound." At the same time as making up his mind, Star Dot thought about what he wanted to say to the bird.
The sun was tilted to the west, the tired battle was still stretching out in tiredness, the sky became silent, and even a few clouds seemed to be unable to take any more timid steps. A dull, a few more depressing, in the middle of the darkness, there was still a voice that the stars least wanted to hear, the familiar little bird call, clearly with a kind of fierceness, with a kind of mourning. The star point rushed desperately to the bird's hiding place, the narrow and concave ridge, the branched river edge, how could it not let the galloping star point stumble on the heel, and there must be more than one or two heels, but the star point was unaware, the star point only asked the heavens to give him the strength of the warrior, and rushed to the bird one step at a time. Star Point stubbornly believed that the cry of the bird was not a mourning in any case, but a song, a song! Fifty steps, thirty steps, twenty steps, faintly star point to see the reeds in front of them shaking violently, a figure disappeared in an instant, a long row of reeds seemed to be swept by the ghost head wind, undulating waves rushed into the distance, stirring up the reeds like a puff of smoke in the sky.
The bird's wings are spread out, its legs are straight, and its eyes and mouth are slightly cracked, is it calling for "star points" with its last strength? Star Dot didn't cry. In that instant, The Star Point was only willing to believe that the bird had never been afraid, had not asked for forgiveness. Surprisingly calm in the star point, immediately think of the arch bridge under the bridge, the bridge head is high over the river, the river will not flood to both ends of the bridge, where is the ideal resting place for birds, in the future you can also go there to accompany the birds. After burying the birds, Star point brought hay to find matches and prepared to cinnelate the bird cage. On weekdays, adults say that after the objects before the death are burned, they will be taken to Hades for continued use, and the birds should be the same. Before the incineration, Star Dot also deliberately removed the small door of the bird cage, hoping that the bird should fly freely, and the cage will only be used for the bird to play in the future. Flames lit up, wisps of green smoke, and they suddenly drifted to the place where the birds had hidden before.
In class, the Chinese teacher is laying out essays for fighting the sparrows. The star dot felt that the head was very heavy, looking at the blackboard, looking at the teacher were vague, and the words spoken by the teacher were heard for a while, and they could not be heard for a while. After a while, I only faintly listened to the teacher asking: "Star Point, why don't you start writing, why are you still lying on the table?" ”
“……"
"You didn't cry, why did you cry?"
"..."The star dot did not have the slightest strength to speak.
"Ah! Star dot your forehead is so hot. ”
The stars could not distinguish how the teacher sent himself back to his home, and in a trance he heard the mother talking to the teacher: "It doesn't matter, maybe yesterday I was running in the wind, sweating a little and getting cold." "Xingdian knows that as long as the mother and the teacher meet, they will talk a lot. The mother has also told her many times: "Call the teacher at school, and when you leave the school, in addition to calling the teacher, you must also call the teacher an aunt." "Although the relatives of the star dot do not understand how to turn, they will do it according to the instructions of the mother, and they will never take the risk."
On that day, the stars seemed to be in a state of sleep, and I couldn't count how many dreams I had, and I saw my father when I dreamed. Daddy smiled at himself, habitually stroking, one moment the head, the other the hand. Whenever this happened, Star Dot would always tell Daddy many things, and Daddy could only go home once a few weeks. This time in the dream is not, this time is Daddy first said to the star point: "Daddy's study class is probably going to be quite a few days, you have to study well, Daddy also study hard." Daddy learns well, and after learning well, you can go home, and you will be recommended to go to middle school. Star Dot nodded, concentrating on the little bird, but how to tell Daddy? I can't bear to say that the bird is dead and buried, and I can't let the bird fly according to daddy's words, so I can't make daddy unhappy. If you tell Daddy that the bird has already been released, is that not the same as lying to Daddy? The stars were very uncomfortable, such an uncomfortable taste, had never been, and the discomfort quickly filled the chest, and the chest was so stuffy that it was impossible to breathe. It was like being pressed to the bottom of a small river, and it was like being pressed under a stack of ten million pounds of reed firewood, struggling and fighting, and the stars woke up. At this time, I clearly felt that there were small insects at the corners of the eyes crawling down rapidly, climbing to the pinna of the ear, crawling into the ear socket, and continuing to climb. Star dots opened their eyes, stared straight at the top of the tent, and tried hard and repeatedly to recall the dream they had just made, not daring to move, lest they move and shake, and the dream would all be forgotten.
Many, many years later, Star Dot diligently stacked himself into a writer with millions of words. In the conversation with friends, I often mention this past, and the song in the reeds of my hometown always swirls in my head. On this day, the writer made up his mind to write this into a story, and spit out the words that had been buried in his heart for a long time without reservation, which was to make up for the composition that had been delayed for more than 50 years.
Author: Mao Yonghui, a native of Nantong City, Jiangsu Province, is a civil servant who has worked for a long time in Heze, Shandong Province, and has retired. He is a director of the Shandong Miscellaneous Literature Association. At one time, he mainly wrote essays, but in recent years, he has turned to the creation of various literary genres such as prose, novels, and poetry. In the past few decades, he has published more than one million words of works, and many of his works have won awards and been included in anthologies.
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