As a child, I used to hear a crisp bird song by the creek in my hometown. The song was as moving as a stream, as clear as a blue sky and white clouds, and as bright as a little fragment on the surface of the stream

As a child, I used to hear a crisp bird song by the creek in my hometown. The song was as moving as a person, as clear as the stream, as clear as the blue sky and white clouds, and as dazzling as the sunshine on the surface of the stream with a little bit of broken gold...

Unfortunately, I've never seen it look like.

The bird, timid and timid, had been hiding deep in the tall and lush poplar trees on the banks of the creek.

Later, when I read Wei Yingwu's poem "There are yellow orioles singing in deep trees", I immediately thought of the big trees and chirping birds by the creek when I was a child.

Today, downstairs where I live, there are also several towering trees. Every morning, I heard the familiar chirping of birds by my pillow.

I used to get up quietly, gently open the curtains, and look out curiously, but never saw any trace of it, only the thick green trees and the breeze passing through the leaves.

I even searched the Internet for various bird songs, hoping to get a little clue from them, such as yellow warblers, squids, thrushes, bald eagles... Their cries are somewhat godlike and specious.

I felt inexplicably lost: What kind of bird is this?