Birds in the city
Ye Chaoying
The city grows forests of reinforced concrete. In addition to zoos and parks, it is difficult to find birds. In the hustle and bustle of the city, people's mood is impetuous day by day.
The first time you hear the birds of the city is on the lush green campus. Strolling along the thick boulevard, there was a sudden chirping of birds overhead, crisp and round. Looking up, there are a few small black dots beating in the dense leaves of the locust tree, vivid and flexible. A surprise jumped on the line. One morning, I stepped into the small corner by the side of the building, and the sound of birds above my head was like raindrops, and I went down. Suddenly, a greenery filled the chest, as if there was a green strip stretching verdantly in the heart, the clarity of the mountains, the coolness of the water, the refreshing of the air, and the pleasant eyes and ears of the green trees, all rippled in the heart. Not far away, there was the sound of books, which were in harmony with the sounds of birds, such as qinser and chirping. Purs your lips, whistle, short, clear, and make bird calls. After four or five sounds, the birds sang and rose: man and birds had a common language.
After that, I often listened to the birds of the city. Sometimes when the class is extremely dull, suddenly passing by such a living creature from the window, occasionally shouting once or twice, and the heart is also full of greenery. One quiet night, sitting upstairs reading a book, I heard a bird calling, and when I fished again, I didn't have it. The sound of the bird's cry was like a stone dripping into the night sea, waving ripples in a circle for a long time.
With the sound of clear books and kind birds, the campus has become a pure land for birds to inhabit. Even if there are flourishing roadside trees in the downtown area, it is rare to grow birds. The sound of the city and the sound of birds, like the river and the well, are turbid and clear, where are the branches where the birds inhabit? Therefore, the sound of birds in the city is rare. Only its rarity is precious.
The sound of urban birds is a small poem, a slow word, poetically inhabiting the tired human heart. It is more fresh and beautiful than the music made by man himself. When, as a human being, did a friendly heart poetically flutter poetically on the wings of a bird?