Prose: Bird Edge

Maybe I have something to do with birds. Birds have moved several times and come uninvited. In the second year of marriage, the unit built a new house with 24-hour heating and hot water. Our family of three moved into the new house happily and lived a sweet and happy life.

At that time, only the south community had heating units. Therefore, I feel particularly happy and lucky, and I am particularly proud and proud to work in such a superior unit. In winter, there is heating at home and hot water 24 hours a day, which is convenient for warming hands. As soon as the faucet in the kitchen and bathroom is twisted, the hot water will warm your heart. Every day is delicious and hot, full of symphony. In a good mood, the husband and wife are harmonious, the children are healthy, lively and lovely, and the breath of happiness permeates the whole room, and the light of happiness extends out of the window.

Maybe the birds smell the happiness of our family, or maybe they follow the light of happiness. Every day, I jump freely on the balcony and windowsill of our house. After a long time, our eyes are full of familiar us, and we hold our proud heads high, and no one looks at them. It seems that we are somewhat anti-customer. Sometimes we never escape from them when we go in, as if we have the fate and harmony of eight generations living under one roof. Birds love and trust our family so much, and I am happy to clean up bird droppings every day.

In this way, after five years of happiness in my hometown, 1998, my father took the social postgraduate exam and was admitted to Beijing for postgraduate study by an institution. Considering that the child is only five years old, it is the age that needs fatherly love and maternal love, and it is also the age that needs parental education and warmth. I applied to the unit leader to accompany me.

Thanks to the old leaders for caring about the sufferings and difficulties of employees, treating employees as children and letting me work in the Beijing office of the unit.

After coming to the north, I realized that the cold in the south is different from that in the north. The cold in the south is wet and cold to the heart, and the cold in the north is dry and cold to the bones. In winter in the south, the electric ovens with the same color can only keep warm locally, and the corners of other rooms are cold. Wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, I often feel cold and timid at work. Throughout the winter, people's meridians have not been stretched, as if people are getting shorter.

Although the cold wind is biting outside in the north, there is heating at home, which warms the whole house. Sometimes I feel bored when I wear one or two clothes. The body is not bound, doing things boldly, acting quickly, and the brain is smart. Besides, there are many differences between the north and the south, such as: wet in the south and dry in the north. The wind in the south is gentle, and the wind in the north is like a wolf howling. There is no choice between adaptation and inadaptation. Choosing the road ahead is the inadaptability and difficulty you have to overcome. However, I love the north and my hometown in the south.

A year later, I took my children from my fifth sister's house to Beijing to go to school. When children were in the sixth grade, Beijing had a policy that children's household registration could follow their fathers, and second, "talent introduction" could solve children's household registration. Therefore, the two policies of children's migration account are consistent. Immediately, the child's hukou moved to Beijing. In 20 19, with the relaxation of national policies, my hukou moved to Beijing. I didn't feel different or proud when I settled in Beijing. In my heart, I will always be a Hunanese and a citizen of China.

Our family has rented a house in Shilibao, Chaoyang District for five years. Although it is a building with a forest behind it, the environment is ok and the landlord is very good. We always feel that renting a house is a dependence on others, with no sense of belonging and even unstable soul. The most important thing is to give our children a better living environment. After careful consideration, I decided to buy a house. Even if I borrow money for a lifetime, I will save money and fight for the happiness of my children.

Strangely, in the past five years, birds have also come to visit, mostly magpies, and sometimes sparrows come to visit. Birds have the same idea, regardless of distant visitors, and they don't discriminate against outsiders. They walk back and forth on balcony windows and "peek" at our lives. They have fun, twittering and poked around, and seem to find a gap and fly into the room. Sometimes they peck at the glass, thinking that it is a naughty child next door banging on the glass with branches. I don't know if it has an itchy mouth, or if it wants to peck through the glass and enter the house, or if it has ulterior motives.

Because it is always windy in the north, the windows are seldom opened. Once, I got up to let the dust float into the house and let the birds into the house to find out. If you can satisfy the curiosity of birds, cleaning a day is also a pleasure. So deliberately open the window to see if your bird is really honest and wants to come in.

Waiting requires patience. I waited for hours behind the balcony door with expectation and curiosity. Miracle really appeared, and a magpie successfully visited the hotel.

At first, the magpie swam upstream, accidentally bumped into an empty window and flew in smoothly. As soon as the magpie entered the balcony, I immediately flashed to the balcony and quickly closed the window and balcony door. Then, I started a "battle" with magpies. In the process of "struggle", I accidentally found that the color of the balcony wall was sky blue.

Occasionally a bird thinks this is the sky. I love myself. I thought the pride of our birds suddenly dropped to zero.

I finally caught the bird. Maybe my "fight" with it was so rude that I scared it and gave it a peck. After I caught it, I talked nonsense to it, whether it understood or not. Touch it, talk to it, it's fine, and it talks nonsense to me. They speak different languages and have a good communication.

I don't intend to keep it for a long time, just want to satisfy its desire to "patronize" the homestay, make up for the friendship lost in my previous life, and live in a house together.

I didn't buy a birdcage for it, but the birdcage replaced by a leaky vegetable basin, although simple, also reflects a passion and sincerity to fulfill the promise. In order to educate children, let them have love from childhood and know how to care for birds and protect the environment from childhood. A few days later, the bird was released, and nature was its real home.

One snowy afternoon, I picked up my first-grade children and went home from school. I play in front of the unit with my children. The sharp-eyed child found a sparrow lying under a tree and shouted, Mom, there is a sparrow on the ground. Come on, it must be cold.

The sparrow lay trembling in the snow, looking at a burst of love. Judging that it can't fly because of injury or frostbite, I picked up the sparrow without hesitation and took it home to keep warm. In an instant, an idea reminded me to let go of my hand and wanted my child to feel this love.

I asked the child to hold the sparrow, but the child said he dared not touch it. I immediately picked up the sparrow and couldn't let it catch cold because of the children's on-site education. Scrape the snow off the sparrow, take a few more breaths and warm up in advance. The child nested his cotton-padded coat and said, Mom, put the sparrow in the nest to keep warm. With the child's ideas and initiative, I have a feeling of moving and pity for the sparrow, and I am also happy for the child's kindness and relieved for his life.

When I got home, I carefully put sparrows on the radiator with my children to keep warm. Being eager to help, ignoring a detail is also ignorance of common sense. You should put a towel, fold several layers, and put sparrows on the towel to warm up. Can't put it directly on the radiator, or just use the body temperature. The cold and weak sparrow can't accept the excessive warmth at once, and soon the sparrow will not move.

My child and I looked at it blankly, and my heart was so sad that tears filled my eyes, and the child cried. I really regret it and am disappointed. I want to feel a little love. As a result, due to my ignorance, I failed to save the sparrow's life. For more than twenty years, I often think of that poor sparrow with guilt and self-blame. Sometimes I comfort myself that it is better for a sparrow to be reborn in a hotbed than on the cold ground outside, at least it has experienced the warmth and respect given to it by human beings. Think of this, give yourself some comfort. And this kind of comfort, also can't forgive yourself.

It has been nearly 20 years since I moved from Chaoyang to Haidian. With the growth of the house, the scallion-like trees planted in the new community gradually grow into trees and become a small forest. People often say: when the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. Although there is no big forest here, there are birds in the small forest, Ann's home. As long as there are flowers and trees, there are birds nesting.

I am not picky about birds. I feel that magpies and sparrows are closest to humans, and there are the most of these two kinds of birds in residential areas, as well as domestic pigeons. A few years ago, only the neighborhood next door had pigeons. Last month, I found pigeons in a household on the eighth floor of our unit. No wonder I felt more pigeons last year. These two doves are no strangers, and they are already familiar with each other. They spread their wings in the garden square every day and have a good time. I often see pigeons hitting the window glass of our house, and I often hear the banging of hitting the glass. I feel pain for them. I often say to them: I don't learn from them and I don't control overexert.

No wonder there is bird droppings on the window glass, which often puzzles me. It turned out that the pigeon hit the glass and knocked out the feces.

A group of pigeons, magpies and sparrows gather on the low roof every day to chat, peck at each other's feathers, enjoy the scenery in their eyes, read the poems in their hearts and feel the warmth here.

I clean up the shit on the windowsill and glass every day, which is full of poetry and pleasure. Pigeons encouraged sparrows and magpies to steal the skins of fruits and vegetables that I chopped as fertilizer in the flower pond outside the window, and I don't blame them for breaking a pot of garlic leaves that I planted next to them. I often feel that life is full of fun by collecting their fallen feathers.

Whenever I see them pecking around in the flower pond, I feel happy, and my instinctive smile and peeping satisfaction will last for a few minutes. He who has a long mouth takes food as the sky, and he who takes root takes fat as the ground. He can't live without food.

Several magpies are chirping happily every day, foraging for food and catching insects in the grass, playing with similar but different kinds of sparrows in the trees and playing with pigeons in the air.

I often stand at the window and appreciate their games, their freedom and carefree livelihood. Eating and drinking are all environmental protection in a low-carbon life, without jealousy or intrigue, and their life is simple and there is no wind or danger.

When you are bored, you might as well look at the sky, the clouds in Wan Li and the birds' games. It is also a pleasure and pastime to imagine and interpret the story of bird assembly.

Whenever I see birds flying freely, I promise in my heart that I will be reborn as a bird, preferably a swan, in my next life.

Sparrows are lively and twittering. People are used to describing the "chirp" of sparrows as hot women, which is really not an exaggeration. Twitter stands for friendship and happiness, including carefree cuteness. I am moved and pitied by the lovely feelings of sparrows. I can't help thinking of a short story.

Because summer in Beijing is not as hot as that in the south, it won't be hot for a few days. I only installed a cabinet air conditioner in the living room. The air conditioning line hole in the bedroom only blocks the room from dust, and the hole outside the wall is not blocked. Unexpectedly, the hole outside the wall turned out to be a sparrow's love house and a place to flirt.

I often hear the chirping of sparrows, unlike the chirping on the windowsill. This has aroused my great concern, just like a thief opening a window. Unexpectedly, I was shocked and saw sparrows flying out of the air-conditioning hole. First one, then the other flew out of the hole.

Looking at the small hole, I wonder why the sparrow's eyes are so sharp and penetrating that it can find a small hole in a big wall. At first, I didn't think so. I thought sparrows stopped on the windowsill and occasionally found a hole to shelter from the wind and rain. Unexpectedly, a pair of sparrows were born in the cave.

This discovery was made on an afternoon in July nine years ago. I closed the window because of the wind and rain, and visited the movement of the hole and gently opened the screen window. What I saw really surprised me. There is a small sparrow lying on the air-conditioned seat, which is red in meat and estimated to be only a few days old. I looked at the bird and decided that it had swallowed it, because the air-conditioning hole was about three meters high from the air-conditioning seat, and it was a cement board, so a small life could be imagined.

Seeing the young sparrow lying there pitifully, I was so distressed that I was at a loss. I'll call the child quickly. The child stood at the window and couldn't bear to look again, saying, what a pity. Mom, let's bury it. I said, okay. When the son spoke so kindly, the child ran to the window to catch the bird.

Although the child's arm is not long enough, the posture of gold hook diving upside down is flushed. The child jumped on the air-conditioned seat to get it, so I quickly stopped it. If the air-conditioned seat can't bear the weight, the result is unimaginable.

What should we do? Mother and son stood at the window, at a loss, trying to find a way. The child said, bring a newspaper and fold it. He also said that newspapers are soft and hard. If you nest and shovel the bird along the wall to the newspaper, the bird won't get hurt again.

There are no other suitable tools at home, and the child's idea is very reasonable, so he can only try it first. If not, I'll risk jumping to catch sparrows. My weight must be much lighter than that of a developing child. The child leaned forward as if in a big rescue. Put one hand on the air conditioning baffle, and shovel the sparrow with the newspaper in the other hand. I grabbed his leg to make sure the child was safe. It is conceivable that this kind of terrain is difficult to rescue.

Hard work pays off, sincerity is the spirit, and persistence can succeed. Repeat this three times and finally pick up the bird. After Little Bird picked it up, I talked to myself outside the window and explained to Little Bird's parents: Little Bird's parents, your children suffered misfortune because of your negligence. My children and I will bury it. My child had this idea, you heard it.

The child still feels a little embarrassed about what I said to myself. The child wrapped the bird in the newspaper and said that the little life was too pitiful and its parents were too irresponsible. I said: Are your parents responsible? The child said: Of course. You see, how strong, nutritious and warm I am. I said: having food and clothing is the progress of the country, and it is the unshirkable responsibility of parents to keep you strong and warm. The child smiled with a happy face.

It is still raining outside. Is this rain for birds? Standing at the door of the unit, I chose a slightly larger tree, with a pool on the left and a flower pond on the right as its graveyard.

I held an umbrella, and the child squatted down to dig a graveyard for the birds. Then, the child put the bird in the cemetery devoutly, cultivated the soil, and specially found a branch pole to insert in the bird's cemetery, and then folded his hands and prayed silently for the bird! May the little sparrow be reborn and grow old naturally when it grows up!

In order to avoid the recurrence of the tragedy, the next day, I personally made a birdcage for the couple. Bird cages can't be fixed on the outer wall. I tied the rope tightly, put the rope through the hole into the room, fixed it on the curtain rod, and then blocked the hole in the air conditioner outside. There will be no more tragedies. Although the birdcage is not high-grade, it can be used as a golden house to hide jiao, and breeding offspring can ensure safety. After the bird cage is put away, we observe whether there are sparrows settling down every day. It's a pity that no sparrows have entered the cage for a year. Maybe my parents told similar people not to nest on the wall after learning about the "tragedy", which wasted my true feelings.

A story about the fate and sadness of sparrows is a good beginning and a good ending. May life be healthy, strong, colorful and meaningful. Whether people or animals, we should work together to build and protect our living space.

Under the tree above, sparrows belong to. May the sparrow return to peace!