Early in the morning, the first bird song

I dare not sleep in the morning when I have something on my mind. I suddenly woke up. This time, I didn't think if I was doing time travel, but I was smart. What time is it now?

I sat at my desk and turned on the light. Open the curtains again and open the window. It's dark outside and I can't see anything clearly. Only when the glass window was opened did the sound of rain dripping on the ground come in. It is quiet outside the window, except for the occasional cough. After waiting for a while, the sound of the rain gradually became louder, but it didn't seem to suddenly become louder, but it was always there. I gradually got used to the silence and found them.

Put down the curtains and go back to your desk. The sound of raindrops is intermittent, corresponding to the sound of computer fans. It suddenly occurred to me that the bird had not woken up. Can I listen to the first bird song this morning? So, how nice!

There seems to be a bird singing, whether it is talking in a dream or hearing voices, but it doesn't seem to be. In the distance, a car horn sounded short and powerful, accompanied by the sound of tires speeding past the cement road. Here we go again. It's gone. There is still only the sound of rain.

What can I see if there is no light?

Turn off the lights and open the curtains.

I opened the screen window, surrounded by wet and cold air, and didn't feel a chill. This is a fresh and comfortable coolness. The opposite building, standing quietly, fell asleep with the trees, the nearby roof and the roof of the nearby yard, and everyone was still resting. Only one or two windows were open, shining behind the thick branches and leaves, and carefully saying that it was awake.

Suddenly, there came the sound of turning the key, which was the sound of turning on the car engine. It's very loud There was only one sound and silence. Then, there are a few meows. Kittens always go their own way and don't care who wakes up and who doesn't. As long as it wakes up, as long as its partner is there, as long as it wants to, it will bark a few times.

Silence again.

Suddenly, there were five or six birds chirping, but there were none. It seems that the bird is beating time, or is it disturbed by the cat's meow? The cries of five or six voices as a group gradually rang again, and then they were silent. Perhaps, it is still sleepy and wants to sleep more.

There is a tricycle, majestic through the silent air. I don't know where it came from, there was a lively noise. The wheel ran over the wet cement road, which seemed to lift the water on the ground and fell again. The bird made a short and lovely call, only once or twice, and then stopped, and then called and stopped. This two-tone call is different from the five-tone call just now. Unfortunately, my ears are stupid, and I can't hear whether the owner of this cry looks the same.

The sound of raindrops falling on the ground is still there, and it seems to be getting smaller. I don't know where a big iron plate was lifted, stirred it, and it rang accidentally. Then, the car engine roared and it didn't stop. Someone is talking, the engine is still ringing, and the sound is gone. The transmitter roared a few times, faded away and disappeared.

The sky is getting brighter and brighter. The window that just woke up went out again. I wonder if the owner fell asleep again or left with the engine. Suddenly, the birds began to sing again. This time, they called once, then twice, again, again, without rest, so they called at will.

Then, in this cry, two groups of birds gradually thinned out. I can probably see that this thin group of two voices should be cute little sparrows in the opposite vine. And once called twice, it was continuous and powerful, like the voice of a big bird living in a big tree. The call of the big bird has increased again, so much that I can't tell the rhythm of one or two more, only to hear the continuous loud call, which is gradually mixed with one or two delicate and immature harmony.

Vines and fig trees, as well as nameless trees in the distance, are clearly visible in the morning light. The green of the vine is dark, and the fig is a little short-tempered. The leaves are large and scattered, and the color is light yellow, not yellow to be exact, but light green. There is another tree between the fig and the vine. Just as I was trying to distinguish, there was another short and powerful bird song. Who is it? Its voice was crisp and immediately became the lead singer of the early bird, and everyone became its singer.

There are one or two birds twittering, twittering and twittering. Is this a big sparrow? I can't tell, but I think it's very similar to the lively sound I heard during the day. Everyone woke up and quickly began to give a morning speech. You send Weibo, I twitter, and there is a harmonious call. There is another sound, a string, just like a fish spitting bubbles in the water, another string. I can see it coming out of the triangular bird's mouth. This bird has a sharp mouth. When it crows, the bird closes its mouth, then crows quickly and then closes its mouth. If it barks in front of my eyes, I can't tell when it opens its mouth.

At this time, the protective nets outside the opposite window glass became clear one by one. They were clearly silent, listening to the concerts of these cheerful friends.

I looked up at the window to find its owner, but no one saw it. These singers are very low-key I only see nameless vines, fig trees and dense green trees. Occasionally, the tip of the vine gently shakes in the cool breeze, as if welcoming the breeze. I opened my eyes wide, but I really didn't find any trace of any singer. It suddenly occurred to me that there seemed to be no one on the empty mountain, but I thought I heard a voice, but it was a man, and it was obviously a clever bird. This is not empty, there are branches of green leaves everywhere. Their natural green, justified green, in the depths of green leaves, also gives birth to implicit artistic conception, which has become a stealth stage for birds. The lively and furtive singer just sang and shouted with great interest, as if he would never stop.

It turned out that I had heard the first birdsong in the early morning and enjoyed a mysterious and lively concert in the forest. And this rain, I don't know when, has stopped long ago.