Dark feathers, smooth and beautiful, a pair of scissors-like tails and a pair of agile wings make up such a hateful and vivid swallow. In February and March of spring, the light (si) blew slightly, and it began to rain in Mao Mao for no reason. Thousands of soft willows relax their yellow-green eyes, and red, white, yellow flowers, green grass and green leaves are all gathered together like market participants, forming a rotten and unparalleled place in spring. Those little swallows are so clever and disgusting. Participating in this beautiful picture of beautiful spring scenery has added a lot of interest to spring scenery. Swallows, with scissors-like tails, fly obliquely across the extremely bright sky in the gale and drizzle, or when the sun is all over the ground. Qingyin has flown from the rice fields here to the sorghum there. The same birds skimmed the rippling lake, Xiaoyan's tail or wing tip occasionally touched the water surface, and the small halo circles rippled away. There are several couples who are tired of flying, lazily leaning on tiny wires-tender blue springs, several wooden poles, traces of thin lines connected between several poles, and a few thick and small spots parked on the lines, that is, swallows. What an interesting picture! There are also happy families, specially prepared a nest and two nests for our swallows, which are placed at the top of the beam of the main room. If this family has a plaque, it is the best nest for swallows. In the first year, the swallows got together. In the second year, our swallows, the couple from last year, will come to live.

"Swallows come back to find the old base."

Or the host last year, or the guest last year. How harmonious the host and guests are! Occasionally, there are a few, but the swallows don't come to visit, which makes the owner very worried. They can't invite such luxurious guests. Everyone thinks their fate is bad.

This is the little swallow in our hometown, the hateful and active swallow, which makes many children jump for joy, watch and help each other, watch and watch in Shen Zui, make many farmers and citizens worried, or guide them freely, and add a lot of spring scenery and interest to our spring!

Now, how far away from home! Stay away from state affairs! Relying on the floating house, running between the vast waves, just to see our little swallow.

This swallow is the couple in our hometown, two pairs? Is that the couple we saw in our hometown this spring, two pairs?

Seeing them, can the wanderers not cause, at least like a wisp of smoke and a wisp of homesickness?

The sea is extremely clean and blue, and the waves are as stable as the West Lake in the early morning of spring. Occasionally, there is a breeze blowing, and only a million tiny wrinkles are blown, which makes the golden water surface look warm and gratifying in the early summer sun. I have never seen such a beautiful sea! The sky is also extremely bright blue, only a few gauze-like light clouds spread out in the air, just like a girl, wearing a beautiful blue summer dress, wearing a rainbow island, but a thin and shallow white scarf around her neck. I have never seen such a beautiful sky! We leaned against the blue railing and looked at the beautiful sea and sky silently; We have no evil thoughts at all, we are intoxicated, and we are brought into the crystal sky.

Just then, our little swallows, two, three and four, appeared at sea. They also graze leisurely on the sea, just like on a small lake; The sea was hit by its scissors-like tail and wing tip, or overflowed several times. Swallow, the vast sea, flying, won't you feel tired? Won't it be stormy? We are really worried about them!

The swallow had a leisurely rest for a while. They spread their wings and landed on the sea when they fell. Their wings support their weight like floating rings. They are a small black waterfowl, drifting with the waves, comfortable and comfortable. The sea is such a safe home for them, which we really didn't expect.

In my hometown, can we imagine that our little swallow is such a sea hero?

The sea is still calm, and many tiny marine fish are alarmed by our ship and flock to the distance; When they fly around, the water will leave a long trace, just like the long trace we left when we were young. Is this little fish our swallow's food?

Swallows skimmed the sea and floated on it. Are they little swallows in our hometown?

Ah, homesickness, homesickness like light smoke!

I like birds.

I used to see people carrying cages and birds in the street early in the morning (there were fewer people who were so idle at first). What I am interested in is not the leisure of people, but the pain of birds. The eagle on the arm is sometimes covered with a piece of skin, and its feathers are curled up and motionless. What do foreign banks look down upon? Not to mention the birds in cages, it is very convenient to drink water and peck things in the fence all the year round. In winter, there is a cotton cover to shelter from the wind, which is very "preferential treatment", but if it is to be "turbulent", it will be a bump against the wall. When a bird comes to this field, I think its pain may be second only to a fly stuck on adhesive tape, and its happiness is second only to living in a specimen room.

I started bird watching in Sichuan. At dawn, a bird is howling outside the window, not a chirping sparrow or a croaking crow. The voice is crisp and loud. Some are very long, with six or seven scales, and some have one tone, which is mellow and dull. Sometimes solo, sometimes chorus, almost a harmonious symphony. I don't know how many spring mornings, such birdsong woke me up from my dream. When the sun rises in the morning, the city hums and the birds are silent, I don't know where they are. It was not until the evening that I heard the cuckoo's cry. From far to near, from near to far, it was as urgent as sound. In fact, it was a sad sadness. Guests can't tell how sad they are when they smell this at night!

During the day, you can't hear birds, but you can see their bodies. There is no more handsome creature in the world than a bird. How many unknown birds are jumping on the branches, some have long tails, some have sharp beaks, some have beautiful colors on their chests, and some fly with rotten flowers and kidney disease. No exception. The bird's body is small and plump, thin but not shriveled, plump but not bloated. Is it really one point thinner and one point fatter? Fit, jump so lightly, feet like springs. Look at him standing on the branch. Look at the breeze around-how strong the joy hurts my heart. I don't know what caused the sensation. It suddenly flapped its wings and flew away. It has no memory, no sadness, and disappears like a rainbow, leaving endless disappointment. Sometimes an egret stands in a rice field, punching one leg and shrinking its neck. Sometimes, "a row of egrets goes up into the sky", with dark green mountains and glazed green terraces lining behind them, that is, hawks catch chickens, chirp, learn English and hover in the sky, which also has a pleasing majestic posture.

I like the sound and shape of birds. This hobby is very simple. I don't have any ideals about birds. When someone first heard about Du Fu, he couldn't sleep for a happy night. He once thought of "Du Yu" and "Looking at the Emperor", and at the same time thought of crying and worrying about the guests, and he felt infinite poetry. I told him that was not the case at all. Rhododendron was once a tough bird. It is much bigger than other birds, with a flat mouth and a big mouth, and it is not particularly beautiful. Besides, I don't know how to build a nest. I lay eggs in another nest by strength. If there are enough eggs in the nest, I will be rudely squeezed down, and the obligation of hatching will be borne by other generations. After hatching, the feathers are gradually enriched, and you can take the nest for yourself. After listening to my words, this man can't think of any more poems about this heartless Wu. I think Keats' The Nightingale and Shelley's The Lark are both poets' fantasies. What does it have to do with birds?

Birds don't always give people joy, but sometimes they also give people sadness. The poet Hardy said in a poem that on the eve of Christmas, a blazing fire broke out in the stove, and the whole room smelled of spring. There is a big banquet on the table, and he is preparing a night of celebration. Suddenly, he saw a bird in the beautiful snow scene outside the window? Squatting on a cold branch, bleeding head, pecking at a residual frozen fruit. I couldn't help falling to the ground and dying, rolling into a snowball! The poet lamented, "Birds! You won't even give me this happy night! " I had a similar lesson. In a room with double windows in the northeast, I suddenly saw a sparrow on the branch, trembling and cheering, pecking at a dead leaf. But I found that the sparrow's feathers are particularly long and fluffy: just like wearing a hemp fiber, it immediately reminds people of a large group of ragged and bloated people on the garbage dump. This description is completely different. Lonely sparrows are also full of sadness.

Since the separation of Sichuan, it is no longer easy to see so many kinds of birds jumping, and it is no longer easy to hear such pleasant birds singing. Only in the early morning, when the smoke exploded, a group of sparrows huddled under the eaves next to the smoke explosion to keep warm, and sometimes the reflection of sparrows lying on the window lattice could be seen through the window paper. I don't know where the magpie has escaped. Pigeons with whistles rarely see spinning in the sky. At night, I occasionally hear Western jackdaw in the west calling from an ancient tree, and I can also hear the strange cry of an owl that seems to cry and laugh at night. Other touching targets are occasional caged birds, but I can't bear to see them.

The clouds opened, lonely birds appeared, while the waves rose and Bai Ou sank. -Tang Zhu Qingyu

2. Look up at the geese in the clouds, and the birds are wired. -Tang Du Fu's "Three Poems of Xing Xing"

3. Birds return to Qiao Lin, flapping their wings to fly. -Three Kingdoms Wei. Give a White Horse to Wang Biao by Cao Zhi.

4, the cloud has no intention to go out, and the bird is tired of flying. -Tao Jin Yuanming's "Gui Xi Ci"

5, the wilderness is lonely, and the birds are singing in the spring mountains. -Yu Xin of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, "To the Temple of Laozi"

6. Listen to the spring birds and smell the autumn insects. -Don Lu Zhao Lin's "Shi Jiwen, Sad Husband"

7. Is spring still here? Birds, summer is coming. —— Dong Tang —— Zhao's "Give Peace and Sanctity, Master Ji Xian, Give Banquet and Give Lotus Words"

8, wild flowers are good, and the valley birds are quiet. -Tang Wang Wei, "Crossing the Appeal Temple and Shangrenshanyuan"

9. In spring, you can be a thousand hosts, and you can sing a hundred birds first. -Tang Wang Wei's Listening to Kuzu

10, flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and birds outside the bamboo peek at people. -Tang Zuyong's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival, Thinking of shun lau, Langzhong Biegong"

1 1, smallpox emerges endlessly, and birds fly everywhere. -Tang Yun 5,000 "Stay in longxing temple"

12, pedestrian mirror, bird screen. -Tang Li Bai's Qing Xi Xing

13, Spring Festival song in the backyard of Good Bird, wine dancing on the front eaves of flying flowers. -Tang Li Bai's "East and West Gong Seclusion"

14, nothing can be heard except the chirping of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird. -Tang Li Bai's "Difficult Road"

15, peach blossoms fall, and yellow birds fly with Bai Niao. -Tang Du Fu's Qujiang Dujiu

16, cold flowers hide grass, birds choose deep branches. -Du Fu's dusk

17, the Jiangbi bird is over white, and the mountain flower is blue and white. -Du Fu's Two Poems

18, the willow is still light in color, and birds frequently step on plum blossoms. -Tang Dai Shulun's "Bianzhou and Li Xianggong Celebrate Spring"

19, good tree Mingyou bird, sunny building into wild smoke. -Tang Du Mu's Four Rhymes of Zhou Mu

20, moss full order build by laying bricks or stones, Bai Niao so late. -Du Mu's "Topic Yangzhou Temple"

2 1. From a distance, the mountains are silent and the water is silent. The flowers in spring are still there, but it is not surprising that people have come. (Gao Ding: painting)

22. There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths. Liu Zongyuan: Jiang Xue)

23. In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere. (Hao Haoran: "Spring Dawn")

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. (Du Fu's "Spring Hope")

25. Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ... Du Fu's "Looking at Yue")

26. The weather is getting better and better, and the birds are back. (Tao Yuanming's Drinking)

27. Here, birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts feel quiet in the pond. (Chang Jian: (the Buddhist temple behind the broken mountain temple))

28. Birds fly high, and lonely clouds go to leisure alone. (Li Bai's Sitting Alone in Jingting Mountain)

29. The bird stayed in the tree by the pool, and the monk was knocking at the door. Jia Dao: "The topic of Li Ning's seclusion")

30. Cicada makes the forest quiet, while Tonamiyama is more hidden. (Wang Ji: if you enter)

3 1. When the moon rises, the birds are surprised, and when the spring flows. (Wang Wei: "Bird Song Stream")

32. There are not many roads from Pengshan to Bluebird. Listen! -Give me what she said! . (Li Shangyin: "Untitled")

33. Fragrant trees have no flowers, and birds are singing all the way to the spring mountain. (Li Hua's Improvisation in Spring)

34. It's still half a year's journey for a person to see the Imperial Capital in a tall building. (Li Deyu's "Cliff Climbing City")

In the sharp wind from the vast sky, apes are sobbing, and birds are flying home on the clear lake and white sand beach. (Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain)

36. The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. (Wei Zhuang's "Taicheng")

37. A good bird is also a friend, and it is an article that has fallen out of the water. (Weng Sen's Four Seasons Reading Music)