Author: Chen Xirui
"In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. "On the beams of my wing, there is a bird's nest from last year. The wife would always look up at the empty bird's nest and murmur, "Where are the swallows?"
"A few early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck the spring mud. "Once upon a time, in that good season of fireworks in March, a beautiful half-moon-shaped bird's nest was built on the beams of my wing. Here, soaked with the hard work of the swallow couple! A pair of Lao Yan chirped and murmured, like a miniature plane in the clear sky, or diving, or soaring, or rushing in the oblique thorn, perched on the beams of the wing room, quite a gentleman's style, perched in the warm swallow's nest, giving birth to their children. It is said that swallows like to enter the auspicious house, and the nature they bring us is all kinds of warmth and endless ironing.
How can you forget that several of their children were born, and they were crowded one after another in the bird's nest, chirping and chirping, and the yellow-mouthed children were waiting to be fed, which was more pleasing to people!
How can you forget, although there are no natural enemies such as weasels, mice, centipedes, and snakes on the beam of the wing, there are still accidents. Once, a young bird's nest, a toddler on the edge of the bird's nest, accidentally fell to the ground, weakly pricked its little wings on the ground, opened its yellow mouth, and called helplessly.
In this situation, I seem to see the little figure of my child exposed to the scorching sun and running in the wind and rain. I almost blurted out "Child, my child!" The old cow's loving and pitiful licking of calves instantly jumped in front of me.
I hurriedly stepped forward and carefully held the nest in my hand, intending to send it into the nest. Lao Yanfei came, and when he saw it, he thought that I was snatching its child, so he was so anxious that he flew up and down and circled, chirping endlessly, as if he was scolding me harshly that I shouldn't snatch its child, and that posture was clearly intended to attack me. I hurried up the ladder and sent it into the bird's nest.
Seeing their family reunited, affectionate, Lao Yan stretched out its long beak beak, combing the shallow feathers for its children, and saw the yellow-mouthed children waiting to be fed, I couldn't help but cry. The sheep has the grace of kneeling and breastfeeding, and the crow has the righteousness of feeding.
How can we forget that on days with clear skies or drizzle, the swallow couple worked tirelessly to bring a mouthful of food and feed their children. Whenever night falls, the swallow couple perches on the edge of the bird's nest, and they must stare at them vigilantly, they must have pricked up their vigilant ears, vigilantly patrol the surroundings, and are willing to be the guardian saints of their children, and never let wild animals invade their territory.
Maybe it's to tell the children wonderful stories of the outside world, about the blue skies and white clouds, meadows and rivers, crops and forests that they fly over. The swallows will surely say, dear children, grow up quickly, when they grow up, go out to see the outside world, how wonderful and wonderful! Outside there are not only flying planes, galloping trains, sailing ships, not only brilliant fields, dense forests, wide oceans, and long rivers, but also many good companions, such as eagles, larks, such as magpies, cuckoos, partridges, woodpeckers, and even sparrows......
I can't help but think of my own children. When the child was young, I was like this, kissing the child's cheek, and at the same time affectionately saying, "The child is growing up soon, and when he grows up, he will go out and see the outside world, and the outside world will be so wonderful and wonderful!"
However, my children have grown up and grown up, from elementary school to high school, high desks and low benches, to college graduation, to jobs in the city, to their own careers, and of course, to their own small families. All year round, cold and summer, flowers bloom and fall, sunrise and sunset, every day is always busy, busy without touching the ground, busy endlessly, the time to go home is getting less and less, and the way home is getting longer and longer......
Isn't there a nursery rhyme that sings like this?" "Little swallow, dressed in flowers, comes here year after year." I asked the swallows why they came, and ...... spring is the most beautiful here."
Faced with the empty nest, I can't help but ask, where have you all gone with the swallow couple and their children? Even if the children don't come, the old couple should come back to raise their children. Have you forgotten your way home?
The old nest at home is still there, and the old nest at home is always warm and worth savoring. Think about those days of waiting to be fed, think of those days of being crowded and happy, and think of those days when there are parents and family affection......
They all say that birds love nests, come back, swallows!
About author:Chen Xirui, known as Brother Shenxian on the net, is a director of Qingdao Writers Association in Shandong Province, deputy secretary-general of the Dramatists Association of Pingdu Literary and Art Circles in Shandong Province, and a signed writer of Qilu Evening News.