What bird is crying?

"Goo woo! Woo hoo! Woo hoo! ..... "The sun shone warmly in the forest and fell to the ground, and there were strange birds singing from the depths of the forest, which made me feel miserable and horrible. Looking inside, it's green, but I can't see anything.

Not bad, a little uneasy, whispering that there are such birds here.

"What kind of bird is this?" The caution in the Abreu adds a mysterious atmosphere to the quiet forest path, and the relaxed and comfortable air instantly solidifies. I quickly followed a few steps and asked nervously.

"This bird is a woman, and no one has seen it. And usually no more than two such birds sing in the same place. Whenever plum blossoms are in full bloom, the same bird calls all over Shan Ye. " Abruzzi looked around thoughtfully. "I always thought this kind of bird was found in the mountains of our village. Everyone called him Gu Tiger Bird, but I didn't expect to hear it here. "

The forest is terribly quiet, and it seems that you can only hear anxious "goo goo!" Hey! "sound. There is a big stone by the stream on the roadside. I sat Abreu down and asked her to tell me the legend of the cuckoo.

According to legend, a long time ago, in an unknown mountain village, there were a pair of aunts, both of whom were experts in embroidery and were famous for their dexterity and proficiency. They embroider peaches and apricots in spring, lotus flowers in summer, wild chrysanthemums in autumn and wintersweet in winter. Birds want to fly, but they never embroider bayberry, because bayberry only blooms at night and withers at dawn, which they have never seen before. However, it is their dream to embroider flowers all over the world.

So, one night in early spring, two sisters-in-law went up the mountain to see Yang Meihua together. Plum blossoms in the mountains and plains are as white as snow, like thick snowflakes and piles of cotton wool in the moonlight. Just as they were intently observing Yang Meihua, her sister-in-law suddenly disappeared. Sister-in-law looked at the grass not far away and called her aunt as she walked. She saw a striped tiger much bigger than a buffalo walking into the mountains with her sister-in-law. This sister-in-law suddenly fainted. Maybe the tiger was full later, maybe no one was found behind, and in short, it didn't hurt her sister-in-law.

When my sister-in-law woke up, the east was a fish-belly grey and the tiger had disappeared. There was silence around without a trace, as if I had just had a dream. That strong sense of grief and indignation made my sister-in-law sad and angry. She was heartbroken. She cried out eagerly for menstruation, but she could only make the sound of "menstruation-Tiger, menstruation-Tiger". It may also be that she was eager to tell her relatives that her aunt had been taken away by a tiger and hoped that someone would save her sister-in-law. In short, she ran crying, her tears dried up and she was bleeding. Everywhere she went, Myrica rubra flowers were dyed red. At last he fell down exhausted and became a bird.

The next day, the villagers found that the withered plum blossoms in the mountains were actually red, and the embroidered aunt disappeared inexplicably. Friends and relatives searched the mountain together and found nothing. I only heard a strange bird song, which spread from one hill to another. "Goo-hoo, Goo-hoo" tore my heart and made people cry.

Since then, the bayberry trees on the mountain have blossomed red. Every year when Yangmei opens, there is a bird hovering back and forth between several hills, constantly crowing, "Goo Goo, Goo Goo, Goo Goo ……" The voice is rippling in the air, full of desolation and sadness. ...

Abula said that this legend comes from Chaoshan area, and the locals call this kind of bird "Aunt Bird". The "cooing" sound we hear is very similar to the pronunciation of "gou 1-houn2" in Chaozhou dialect, so some people in Chaoshan call this bird "ancient lake bird". Some people say that the sister-in-law bird is a cuckoo with a green mouth. The male is black, and the female is white and taupe. Some people say this is a cuckoo. They are small and medium-sized birds. They look like pigeons. Aber said he didn't know what this crying bird was.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to search online. There are not many words about manic magpie on the Internet, but the introduction about cuckoo is very detailed. There are 139 species of rhododendrons in the world, which are distributed several times around the world. There are 17 species in China, which are also distributed all over the country. I have listened to seven or eight cuckoos that can be found on the Internet, but I haven't heard the "cooing" sound that sounds flustered after all.