Appreciation of Excellent Prose "Swallows Settle in My Home"

"Peach blossom and apricot blossom, Du Yuxin crows". After beginning of spring, the spring rain was as soft as silk floss, and Shan Ye was empty, which made people reluctant to give up the new green of Shan Ye. At this time, the swallows came back from the south to decorate the spring with auspiciousness. You see, dancing in the breeze, composing music on a tightrope and whispering among twigs, this lovely elf is always praised by literati.

With the temperature no longer rising, the swallows will complete their annual work-nesting and breeding with peace of mind. There is a poem that says: In the old society, after Wang Xietang died, Yan Fei entered the homes of ordinary people. In the past, swallows always chose to nest under the porch of a big house, because it is easy to nest on boards, and the environment is good, the light is sufficient, and children are less bullied. But with the passage of time, the ancient buildings of these big families are less and less, replaced by high-rise buildings. Swallows have no choice but to work on concrete slabs under balconies and eaves. Slowly, there are traces of swallows in the city, and occasionally one or two mud gourds-bird's nest can be seen between buildings, which adds a little vitality to the city.

Swallow is an industrious and clever architect. It has built a nest. The material is clay. After choosing the location, a pair of swallows began to build their little home. Take clay tablets with your mouth, make up with spit, and build a base in Dali bit by bit. Bai Juyi praised the swallows in "Spring Tour in Qiantang": several early warblers compete to warm the trees, and the new swallows peck at the spring mud. I don't know how much mud a nest needs, and how many miles swallows and lovers have to fly. This spirit alone is enough to move me. So, I like swallows very much.

Maybe I have a date with this lovely soul. One day when I came home from work, my wife looked smug: I have good news for you. Swallows nest on our balcony. I was secretly pleased after listening to it, so I pushed open the screen window and looked out. As a result, I saw a pool of new mud in the upper right corner of the balcony. Really, really, the swallow really settled in my home.

In the later days, the husband and wife have been immersed in this joy. My wife asked me: Should I tell my son? I said not yet. I don't want my son's naughty and cheering to disturb them. My wife always cleans the balcony carefully, and sometimes even doesn't clean it once every three or five days, in order to let the swallows nest with peace of mind. I always visit quietly when I go home every day, which seems to be a small stop of this project. The good times didn't last long. My wife finally told her son about the bird's nest, and his son was happier. I know she also wants to share this happiness with her baby pimple. The first thing my son does when he comes back from kindergarten every day is to put a small stool by the balcony window, and then climb up to check the progress of the project, which is much more dedicated than me.

In my spare time, the main project of Yanziwo was completed. At this time, every time the swallow comes back, his mouth is no longer mud, but things like wool and hay. I know their love nest will be built soon, and the day of spawning and hatching is not far away. They are also braver. Although their son is playing under them, pointing and telling us, Na Yan's father and Na Yan's mother are not afraid at all. Sometimes they stop on the window lattice to rest and sing, and their scissors-like wings twinkle up and down. A pair of little black eyes glance left and right, really cute.

One day, my mother came home and blurted out: water flows downwards and swallows fly to the bustling place. Whoever swallows nest in will have something good. If nine swallows can be made, the younger generation will be big officials, grandchildren, study hard and grow up to be big officials. Hearing this, my son jumped up happily: something good will happen in my family, something good will happen in my family. When you meet the children next door, you should also show off: something good will happen in my family, which will make the adults laugh.

One day, my son raised his little head and asked me solemnly: Dad, Swallow, our family has been nesting for several days. Why hasn't the good news of our family come yet? I said: there are good things in our family every day. Look at you. There are children playing games with you at school, toys at home and a big bottle of milk to drink before going to bed. Isn't that a good thing? Look at mom and dad again. I have something to do at work. I bring food and hot water home every day. My mother can earn more than 1000 a month, and it is also a good thing that I can spare time to embroider the cross-stitch of Home and Everything and watch the Legend of Luzhen. The son nodded his head after hearing this. I don't know whether he really understands or pretends to understand.

I wake up every day in the chirp of swallows. I know that Swallow started a day's work early and worked tirelessly for his family. They are happy because something good is coming. I have to get up, too Although yesterday's fatigue has not passed, a new day has begun. Go downstairs at 6: 30, then take 92096 to school, do morning reading, prepare lessons, correct homework, attend classes and study at school. Don't be sloppy, but also take time to improve all kinds of lists and files with Uncle Black. When there are many people, write some publicity reports and make up some articles for the studio. At the end of the day, my body and mind are quite tired. I often think, am I not the male swallow in the swallow couple? For the sake of family and beauty, for the sake of my wife Zi Cong, I have to keep begging for mud, but I am willing, because, like a swallow, there is no hardship, no effort, and beautiful things come again and again.

Swallows don't come to spend rain, and spring breeze blames dusk. I love swallows and I love my family. I hope the swallows will come to my home next year, and I hope my spring mud can build my home.