What are your favorite sentences about birds in the text? Write it down first, and then say why you like it.

I have long heard that there are many grey starlings in forest farms. I think the starling's pointed mouth and gray back are dark from a distance. What is there to see? But by chance, I watched the TV video about the starling, and I couldn't help it anymore. I decided to go and have a look in person.

one afternoon, my companion and I came to the forest farm. Out of the car, gently walked into the forest. The fallen leaves of Metasequoia glyptostroboides covered the earth with a luxurious velvet carpet, and it was soft to walk on. We chose the observation position and waited there for the return of the grey starling.

it's strangely quiet around. Nearly 1 acres of bamboo forests on both sides of the road are lush, which is in sharp contrast with the tall artificial locust forest in the south section. The companion suddenly shouted: "Grey Starling!" I looked forward to the southwest, and sure enough, there were many black spots moving here-the starlings began to return to the forest.

At first, they flew in small groups, circled and plunged into the Robinia pseudoacacia forest. In a few minutes, the "big troops" were evacuated and they were heard from a distance. Most of them fly in groups. Some lined up in a long line hundreds of meters long, and some formed a huge oval, flying over our heads in batches. The birds that came back first kept singing in the forest, as if they were telling each other what they had seen and gained in the day, and calling for their companions and children who had not returned. The birds who arrived later responded to each other with the birds in the forest, singing while flying, and soon found their own habitat to meet their familiar partners.

The sunset is gradually setting in the west, and the sunset glow reflects the sky, as well as the Robinia pseudoacacia forest and bamboo forest. There are fewer and fewer birds in the sky, but the starlings in the whole forest still don't want to sleep early. Look, these ones just landed on the branches, and those ones flew up at once. Their feathers are all golden red, how like a girl in full dress dancing! Inside and outside the forest, a hundred birds contend, and calling friends is chirping, like a waterfall falling into a deep stream, like stormy waves lapping on the beach. The whole Robinia pseudoacacia forest and bamboo forest have become a natural club. Are these tens of thousands of starlings holding a grand get-together or celebrating their own festivals? Why else would it be so lively? I was infected by this noisy and warm scene and couldn't help cheering.

on the way back, I thought: birds are friends of human beings, and the forest is a paradise for birds. Without the hard work of forest farm workers and large-scale afforestation in recent years, where can I watch the spectacular scene of the birds returning to the forest?