In the mountains, you will inadvertently hear a bird song of "whining and whining-whining". The sound was coherent, enduring, loud, burst after burst, wave after wave, reverberating in the wilderness. Following the sound of birds, you will see one or two small brown birds covered with white and black spots. When you see them, you will be attracted by their beauty.
When I first saw them, their beauty stunned me. I stood there dumbfounded, watching for two minutes. Until they flew away, I was still standing there.
Yes, I was amazed at their beauty. This beauty is not a feminine beauty, but a pure and unique beauty; not a slender beauty, but a playful beauty; not the rhythmic beauty of the song, but the smooth beauty of flowing water. Their beauty is unique, unique, and unrepeatable. I think that falling in love with them is our only choice. The little bird I described above, its name is Wren.
The Wren is a small songbird with a light brown head with yellow eyebrow lines; a chestnut brown back and tail covered with fine black spots; and a white tip of the wings covered with feathers. The overall tan is reddish brown , the thorax and abdomen are slightly lighter in color , the beak is long and straight , and the thinner is weaker , and the wings are short and rounded. It is a small and delicate bird, with smooth feathers, short wings, a cocked tail, a round, chubby body, full of grace, and people love to pity.
The easiest way to identify them is that depending on the color shade of the birds, you can think of them as all-over brown or brown, or as dark yellow. If viewed from a distance, it is one color, either brown or brown or dark yellow. Because, you can't see the black markings on their feathers. Those subtle markings are negligible.
It is true that the wren is not the kind of bright and handsome bird, but it has an indescribable charm that attracts people. I remember that when I was in my hometown, they always appeared on the slopes, sometimes one or two, sometimes three or five, jumping around in the forest. Wrens are strange, they usually play on the bush, then jump to the branches, just stand, before resting, jump on the upper branches, jump from the low branch to the high branch, until they jump to the top branch of the tree. Every time we saw the wrens, a group of us children crept up to look at them until they flew away and looked back, waiting silly.
Seeing us chasing after the birds, the adults always shouted: "Look at what to see, yellow is not yellow, red is not red, black is not black birds, there is something to see." We also said loudly: "It's just good-looking, round and slippery, fleshy, and the tail is upturned." At that time, I was curious, and it was funny to see the wren's tail up and down. In fact, there was nothing to look at that year. Watch movies, once every six months; read villain books, can't afford to buy, don't watch birds to see what? Besides, wrens also their tails, and they keep cocking, will other birds their tails? Of course, some birds such as sparrows, larks, and wagtails occasionally their tails once in a while, but they always feel that there is no wren that looks good. At that time, I thought, the adults are really stupid, such a beautiful bird does not look, and we will not let us see. Now that I think about it, it's funny, the adults are busy working, where is the time to watch the birds their tails? How cute we are when we are young. As I get older, the more I want to go back to my youth, but time will not turn back, and I will not go back to the past.
Time can't go back to the past, but the wrens of the past have always been frozen in that era. What a beautiful picture it was: a few wrens, jumping on branches, three or five children standing in front of the tree, their faces on their backs, staring at them, looking in fascination at the wrens whose tails were waging back and forth. More than thirty years have passed, and it is still as clear as yesterday.
Once upon a time, in our hometown, the wren was a common bird that shifted its living environment from time to time as the seasons changed. At the turn of spring and summer, the wrens are the breeding season, during which they migrate to the mountains, nest in the dark and damp forests, and have children; in the autumn and winter, they take their children out of the mountains and forests and migrate to shallow mountains, hills, plains, suburbs, parks. Sometimes it's a couple, sometimes it's a family, and sometimes it's a small group of a dozen or so, moving through the woods and bushes.
In the last decade or so, there have been fewer and fewer wrens. The reasons for the decline may be related to the climate, may be related to environmental degradation, may be related to the indiscriminate application of chemical fertilizers and pesticides, may be related to air pollution, and may also be related to the hunting of birds in previous years. But the massive decline in populations should be brought to our attention and care.
In itself, the wren is a weak bird, and as weak, they often avoid humans and other populations that bully and bully. They live in fear, living a little inferior, a little bit of a nest.
Indeed, the wren is a cowardly bird, and it is good at concealment, and when it sees people coming, it hides in the bushes, sometimes hiding behind stones or grass, and quietly absconding from the other side when people are not paying attention. We were chasing them and they were always gone. So we always look for them like crazy people, and when we find them, we sneak up on them like thieves. Timid birds, once disturbed, they will quickly fly away. It flew over the ground, but didn't fly far, quickly falling onto trees and bushes, and then tailing and chirping.
Wrens love to chirp, and chirping is a major part of their lives. It chirps when it roosts, when it forages, when it blooms in the spring, when everything is depressed. Especially in the breeding season, frequent singing, the song is loud and crisp, after singing in one place for a while, then another place to sing, the song often does a posture of cocking the tail, and the posture is lovely. When the wrens chirp, the male usually calls first, and the call becomes louder and louder, while the female's song is low and short. From the call, you can identify male and female without looking at the shape of the bird. Because of their ability to chirp, wrens are loved by bird keepers.
In fact, the wren is still a famous bird among birds. Someone once wrote about it, and this person was zhang hua, a literary scholar of the Western Jin Dynasty. He wrote a "Wren Endowment". This work combines Zhuangzi's thoughts and emphasizes the view of "avoiding disasters and far away harms", which is in line with Zhuangzi's reclusive attitude. Although "Wren Endowment" is not a pure bird endowment, the author also affirms the value of wrens. Although the author does not simply praise the wren, it has a great role in promoting the influence of the wren in people's minds.
The Tang Dynasty poet Gao Shiyou "and want to be with the wren, Yan Neng Zhi Honghe!" "It means: I am like the wren, where there is any great ambition. "Zhuangzi Getaway": "The wren nests in the deep forest, but it is only a branch; The rats drink from the river, but full of stomachs. "Metaphorical desire is limited and extremely satisfying. Du Fu wrote in the Twenty Miscellaneous Poems of Yongzhou, the twenty of which read: "In order to repay the old mandarin, the wren is in a branch." "Because I don't want to, I want to find a place to live, and I want to end up in the countryside, which seems to have the meaning of seclusion."
From the poems describing the wren, it can basically be seen that the author is very yearning for the free life of the wren. Zhang Hua, Gao Shi, Du Fu, and others, who had lived in the official arena for a long time, were accustomed to the darkness and deceit of the officialdom, and either lived in fear, or they were frustrated in their careers, drifting around, depressed and unwilling to have the intention of retreating.
In fact, the wren is indeed a bird with no desires, a meadow, a forest, a bush, and even a branch, which is their habitat. Three or five grains of grain, four or five grasshoppers, five or six moths, are their food for a day. When you have eaten and drunk enough, you wander around in the mountains, sing when you are happy, and squint when you are unhappy. Sometimes the family will come out for a walk together, spreading joy and having fun.
They have no quarrel with the world, they take the forest as their home, and when they see other birds coming, they leave on their legs, never fighting for territory or high or low; they neither provoke strong opponents, nor bully the weak, and are kind to the birds. Powerful eagles came and ran, ferocious birds of Berlau came to run, and weak willow warblers came and they quickly left. Never seen it quarreling and fighting with other birds, not being ostentatious, not showing the limelight, living humbly, peacefully and happily.
However, during breeding, wrens have a strong sense of territory, and they are very strong. During incubation, the female is responsible for hatching and the male is responsible for guarding the guard. Once the intruder is spotted, the male will crouch on a branch, flapping his wings vigorously and pat his back, while constantly shaking his tail feathers to intimidate and shout warnings to prevent the intruder from entering the territory. If the male fails to expel the intruder, the female will firmly guard the last line of defense, keeping the intruder at a certain distance, and in a pinch, the male and female will work together to keep the enemy out of the nest. Even, in order to protect their children, they will not hesitate to fight with their lives.
It is said that the wren is also a love bird. In the wilderness, as long as you see the wren, it is basically in pairs. Whether it is foraging, walking, playing, it is a pair of male and female, inseparable. If you use idioms to praise the wren, the most appropriate words are used for the wren, such as flying in unison, luan phoenix and singing, harmony of the qinse, husband singing with women, white heads and so on.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered a story about the wren that the bird keeper in the village had told. He said that one year he caught a wren, a female wren. After catching the wren, he put it in a cage and hung it on a date tree in the yard. At first, I didn't take it seriously, but I thought the bird sounded good and hung it up to show off. Who knows the bird caught in the morning, and in the afternoon there is a male wren barking outside the yard, and the bird's call, sharp and piercing, with anger and sorrow. He felt unlucky, so he blasted the bird. But no matter how he bombarded, the bird just wouldn't go, jumping from one tree to another, screaming incessantly. He suddenly understood that it was a couple of birds. It was the male bird that was chirping outside, all the while calling out to the caged female. The male wren, who barked outside for two days and two nights, upset him, released the female bird. As soon as the female bird was released, the male bird that was singing incessantly flew away with the female bird.
It is said that "husband and wife are originally the same forest birds, and they fly separately when the big trouble comes." But from the bodies of the two wrens, we can see the loyalty of the bird to love. After he finished telling this story, he let out an exclamation and said, "Birds are stronger than people." The words in his heart were to say that in love, man is inferior to wrens.
In fact, people are not as good as wrens, not only in love. Although the wren is humble and weak, it knows that it is satisfied, will live, take retreat as a guard, advance and retreat in a measured manner, live a dashing and free life, peace and happiness. If you think that the wren has no ambition, you underestimate the wren. Really, we underestimated this kind of somewhat humble bird. (Author Zuk-wei)