Shi Qinghua original 丨bird song morning sun (essay)

Birdsong in the morning

Text/Shi Qinghua

As soon as the alarm goes off, a bone crawls up: 4:18. Hurrying downstairs, the birds have begun to sing.

Usually, when wandering around the community, the birds on the high and low bamboo trees chase and jump up and down, the sparrows between the nests and bamboos exchange heads and ears, and the Daisheng birds on the side of the flowers and grasses hide in Tibet, as if they are playing games with me. When he stopped to see its beauty, he disappeared, so he raised his steps, and then poked his round head out of the green leaves, and blinked at me mischievously, not saying much, unusual. Maybe they have their own biological clock like people, and only sooner or later is the time to talk about love and sing.

He fell in love with birds very early on, and at the age of seven, he drowsy a lot, but because his family is poor and earns work, he herds cattle for the production team. The cattle are the treasure of the production team, and it is up to the ploughing of the ploughing land to transport the goods, and if the cattle are not fed, they will not have the strength to work. Farmers who use cattle who use cultivated cattle will blame the cattle herders fiercely if they find that the cattle are not fully fed. A little doll like me will lash unceremoniously: "Tell you to be lazy, and quickly let the cow be full and lead it." "Cattle users would rather be deducted from their work and can only sit and wait, if the number of times is more, the production captain finds out, then cancel the qualification to herd cattle, if so, without work points and less grain, they can only starve more."

Maybe God sent some birds to dwell in the big and small trees in front of and behind my thatched hut. Whenever the east shows the white of the fish's belly, the bird friend will urge with a loud voice: get up, get up. In this beautiful song, it has been ridden on the back of the ox to watch it for breakfast. By six o'clock the adults were working in the fields, and the cows were already full of bellies. Therefore, it was recognized by all sides, retained the cattle herding baby for seven years, and suffered a lot less hunger. I've been in love with bird friends ever since.

After reading the General Teacher Class, I only have a special love for mathematics, physics and chemistry, and I can also say that I can learn some language, politics and history, but what is the use of body and sound beauty? But to count credits, you have to learn. The art teacher is good at seducing people: "It is not difficult to learn art, for example, painting a bird, is it not to draw three connected eggs, and then draw a few strokes?" "After saying the demonstration, it really is. I also drew very seriously, although I did not become a bird painter, but I preferred birds.

Birds are higher oviparous vertebrates with feathers on their bodies. The body is streamlined or spindle-shaped or shuttle-shaped, forming a unique body structure over the course of evolution, providing it with a strong ability to survive. According to statistics: there are about 10,000 species of birds in 156 families in the world, and each species has different individuals, so people can see colorful birds everywhere.

Since living in the beautiful scenery of Tiancheng, I have fallen in love with the people and things here. Although thunder is rarely heard, birds are often heard gently knocking on the window. So I wanted to go under the bamboo trees to listen to their good voices and watch their wonderful dances.

Out of the building door, on the canopy of the camphor trees on both sides, there are two birds chattering sweet words, talking about love? Talking about ideals? Or do you welcome me? But hidden traces, it is difficult to see the dignity. The blue-black horizon in the northeast, slightly revealing a line of white mist or white clouds, is about the so-called morning light. Looking around the looming bamboo trees everywhere in the community, they are all black hole holes, nothing can be distinguished, only the birds between the trees sing enthusiastically one after another, and the frogs in the pool occasionally "croak" gags, making a quiet community extraordinarily lively.

Wandering under the trees on the main road, on the deep path, wandering by the shallow stream, listening to the birds' love words, trying to spy on their delicate faces, still the bamboo basket is empty. Perhaps their intimate attitude of speaking privately is sacred, and the opportunity cannot be revealed, and outsiders cannot see it. I circled around the community, walked all the paths around, and almost listened to the singing of the birds in the community, big and small, thick and thin, high and low, what exactly was sung, about "two yellow orioles singing green willows, a line of egrets on the blue sky" - I don't know what to do.

Stop and meditate, the birds sing, although very different, but in terms of their syllables, according to what I have heard, only the following categories have been found so far.

Speaking a syllable, this may be the language of ordinary bird people. From the past to the present day, most of the bird language I can hear is the voice of ordinary bird people, from the white snow of Yangchun to the lower riba people describe it like this: twitter. But they are not a tone, as colorful as people in different dialect areas speak Mandarin. Some are eager, some are slow and leisurely, some are crisp and loud, some are deep and long, and some are unclear and unclear.

Speaking of two syllables, only two places were heard in the community, probably belonging to ethnic minorities. A vigorous eagerness sang "Here, here." "If two syllables sing a beat, the previous syllable sings three-quarters of a beat. The foreshade is heavy and loud, with a slight pause in the middle, and the afterscore is light and short, just like the body is still slightly leaning forward when walking "sharp brakes".

Speak three syllables. Probably on a tall luan tree, there were birds calling out at great speed: "Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate." "It's a bit like the eighth note in the flute solo "Whip urging the horse to transport grain", if you are not careful enough, you can't hear the three syllables that this acute sub is saying. When he was breathing a sigh of relief to hear the birds' sounds, there was a slow child who was late in coming: "Brother Gu, Brother Gu, Brother Gu, Brother Gu." "This dove is a little lazy, and it doesn't come out until five o'clock and three o'clock to sing slowly and methodically. There is also a little bit of non-sounding, a blockbuster situation: rough, thick, deep. Overshadowing the other bird languages, if they are a little farther away, they become a hall of words.

Speak four syllables. Almost everyone who has lived in the countryside knows that around the time of the summer, cuckoos will go around the village from morning to night and call: "Grandpa and Grandma, plant seedlings and plant grasses." This cry is loud, like an alarm bell: Time is not waiting for me, hurry up, otherwise, it will be endless sorrow.

Speak five syllables. The birdman was about on the same stage as the cuckoo, but did not occupy the stage too much, as if he was playing a supporting role for the cuckoo and beating the side drum: "Do you hear it, do you hear it?" Although it is five syllables, it takes less time than "planting seedlings and planting grass", which is about to give people a wake-up call, knowing that everyone is busy, and it is inconvenient to disturb it too much.

Such a clean-up seems to have a clue, and it is not a waste to get up early. In the laughter of the birds, look to the east. In the fan, which may be sixty degrees to the northeast, the dark cyan on the horizon has turned into a bluish-blue almost flat-topped cloud mountain, and the previous mist or white clouds, in the warm welcome of the birds, have become blushing and continue to expand.

At five o'clock, climb to the top of the building and look around. The birds are bigger and the singing is hotter. The clouds in the sky, the silhouette of the distant mountains, the tricycles on the highways, the leaves on the trees are clear.

Go downstairs and walk around again, at six thirty-five, it is already dawn, people who need to get up early to work are in a hurry, but I am leisurely pacing, looking east and west, and the birds of spring, summer, autumn and winter are singing and flying towards me.

"Spring sleep is not aware, smell birds everywhere." "The bright moon does not frighten the magpies, and the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night." "Dead vines and old trees are faint, small bridges and flowing water people." "A thousand mountain birds fly to extinction, and ten thousand people disappear." How many companions there are, innumerable.

The birds that sing, from one syllable to five syllables, seem to have adhered to the characteristics of many ancient poems: double rhymes, repetitive chapters, and one chant and three sighs. I don't know whether the birds are influenced by ancient poetry, or whether the ancient poetry is inspired by the birds, it is really a bit confusing to "Zhuang Sheng Xiao Dream Butterfly".

The birds are so noisy that people can't like it. You see: "Advise the king not to fight the three spring birds, and the son is in the nest waiting for the return of the mother." "Loving birds and protecting birds is a virtue of people." Maybe the birds led the monkeys to evolve to where they are today.

At half past six, the sun rises, the birds sing, people come and go, and everything returns to busyness.

(May 5, 2022)

【About the author】Shi Qinghua (male), retired teacher. Born from a humble background, I had the privilege of growing up, but the years were staggering, and I achieved nothing, so I had to work diligently and be a down-to-earth person. No ambition, socializing with civilians, sour, sweet and bitter, clutching sorrow and joy, penetrating into the heart. However, I hope that he will awaken and strive to be self-motivated. Seek your own welfare and be loyal to your country. Talk about civilian affairs and share human feelings.