My bird flew away.

On duty at the street book fair, suddenly a bird landed on my shoulder. I snapped it in my hand. Look carefully, the back and wings are yellow-green, with some thin black patterns, and the chin and abdomen are pale yellow. Call others budgerigar. Looking at the envious eyes of colleagues, my heart is full of joy. After all, there are so many people in the book club, and it only cares about me. Although I never liked keeping pets, I couldn't resist the temptation of such a beautiful little thing, so I gave it a cage, bought special food and took good care of it every day. After a few days together, I already like it. I hung it on a small cherry tree in the yard. After work, I took a look and it was very eye-catching. After listening to its gentle and gentle cry, I feel refreshed and relaxed. Unfortunately, when I was not at home, a cat visited our house and attacked it. The parrot died, and I was distressed for several days. I remembered the cage as soon as I saw it. Later, I thought that since the cage was idle, I might as well buy another one.

I told a friend who loves to keep birds, and she enthusiastically accompanied me to the bird market. When she first arrived there, she took a fancy to a black bird, all black, with a pointed mouth and a long tail. Ask the seller's name and answer: Sixi. I think it's so ugly that I might as well see a parrot. She said you didn't understand. Look at the color when planting flowers, and listen to the sound when raising birds. A beautiful bird may not sing well, but an ugly bird sings well. To convince me, she also said that she had been looking for this kind of bird, but she had never met it. Today, she finally met. Don't miss it. Some things are sometimes hard to find. But she had to buy it. Although I don't like it in my heart.

After I came back, I had a look at Baidu, only to know why this bird is called "Four Happiness": one likes its fan-like tail, and the other likes its tactfulness and fluency. Sanxi's figure is more charming, and Sixi's family is full of happiness. Of these four joys, I only have a soft spot for "smoothness". But unfortunately, more than half a month passed, and I never heard its cry again. Ask a friend, she said she might be afraid of strangers, wait a minute. She also said confidently, "I won't let you down." After what she said, I increased my confidence and patience. I just take care of it carefully every day and wait for the flowers to bloom.

? In order to avoid the cat's harassment, I had to hang the bird cage on the clothesline on the second floor, completely closed with glass, close to the western wall. Seems to be full of energy all day. From the day it entered the cage, it kept flapping its wings and jumping up and down, never being idle for a moment.

One morning, I just sent them rice and water and wanted to go downstairs. I was walking out of the stairs when I suddenly heard a cry of "chirp" in the corridor behind me. I turned around and just put my head in, for fear of disturbing this little thing, and then there was a cry of "chirp". Oh, that's it I crept close to it, and I heard another "tweet", which was very loud, as if I had gathered all my strength before making a sound, full of explosive force and penetration. It's really it! My surprise goes without saying. Look at that little black boy again. It doesn't feel so ugly.

One morning, I was awakened by its sound and was washing in the yard. I heard birds singing on the second floor. I looked up and saw a little black bird jumping around on the edge of the west end of the second floor. I listened carefully to its voice, winding and melodious, but in tune with Sixi. I think if my four happiness can be as beautiful as its voice.

In the next few days, I found that the cry of Sixi actually turned around, not as straight and monotonous as before. I just feel inflexible, stiff, stiff. But it is enough to make me excited, just like watching my child suddenly laugh, talk, or walk. The excitement in my heart is beyond words.

One afternoon, I just entered the hutong after work, and I happened to meet Wang Yi, who was separated from my house by two yards. As soon as she saw me, she asked, who keeps chickens in our hutong? So crisp? I know that must be my four great happiness. I am particularly excited at the thought of making new progress today. I can't wait to see it as soon as I enter the door. In order to better "witness the miracle", I took down the cage and thought it was time for it to be stuffy upstairs for so long. He hung the cage on the cherry tree in the courtyard and went to the kitchen to prepare for cooking. I was busy when I suddenly remembered the cat and came out to see it at once. Only to find that it is in a particularly good mood today, and its temper is not as bad as usual. It's quiet, and its cry is not so blunt. I prepared dinner with confidence again.

When I came out to see it again, I suddenly found that it just flew out of the cage and went straight to the solar energy on the bungalow. I put down the food and hurried to catch it. Before I got close, it flew, this time on the roof in the front row. I chased to the edge of the bungalow and stopped. Close at hand, but you can't get it. What a feeling it is to think that it may disappear in an instant! If reason hadn't told me that there was an alley ahead, I would have rushed to catch it regardless. It stood leisurely on the roof and looked at me. I watched it anxiously, but there was nothing I could do. If you want to go on, you are afraid that it will fly away, and you may never see it again. I want to continue waiting, but I am afraid that there will be no result in the end. In this way, there was a stalemate for more than twenty minutes. Helpless, I had to go down to the bungalow. Go and continue my dinner.

I was still thinking about my bird when I was washing vegetables. I don't know if it's still there. So I simply put down the unwashed dishes and went up to see them, only to find two little blackbirds on the roof! They stood close together, singing to each other. It sounds crisp and pleasant, and you can't tell which sound is four happiness. So loud and soft, the voice is full of joy, joy, randomness and frankness. Finally, "appreciate" the "smooth" "true face of Lushan Mountain" of Sixi! It turns out that only when you meet a "bosom friend" will there be "high mountains and flowing water"! I suddenly remembered the little blackbird jumping up and down on the roof the other morning. Oh, so it's the culprit! It lured away my four happiness!

? At this moment, I want to say to it: bird, come back. If you come back, I will do everything I can for you. Unfortunately, it doesn't understand me. I hate that I don't understand bird language. I am surprised that there are so many languages in the world, but there is no book about bird language. Bole knows a swift horse, and there is also a book called Xiang Ma Jing, which has been handed down from generation to generation. I can't help complaining about the leaves in my heart. As one of the seventy-two feet of Confucius, since he is so proficient in bird language, why are you too lazy to leave a book called Bird Language Guide? I watched them wandering in the afterglow of the sunset while thinking, so cheerful, so warm, so unrestrained and free, as if they were deliberately angry with me. I feel so jealous of them, and I hate that little black bird even more. I cried helplessly in my heart, hoping it would come back to me.

Finally came down helplessly. My heart is empty and full of disappointment. Back in the yard, I looked at the cage hanging on the cherry tree, as if I saw Sixi jumping up and down in the cage again, and its chirp echoed in my ears. My heart is in a mess, I am at a loss, just staring at the cage. Only then did I find that a bamboo stick in the original cage was broken, so I added a wire. It may be that when hanging the cage, one end of the wire was hit by a branch and tilted to one side, giving Sixi a chance to "escape". I hate my carelessness and come to the living room bored. My mother-in-law is watching the TV series "My little daughter will never leave". I looked at the screen coldly and mercilessly. In the picture, Jiu Feng, an old Xiao Man, is cutting flowers with his sword, while Dong Fang, his grandson, blocks flowers with his body and says to his grandfather, "Have you ever loved? If you love someone, even though you know she doesn't like you, you will still do everything for him! "

? Huh? ! "You will still do everything for it." Isn't that how I feel at the moment? Then I asked myself in my mind: when a person says this sentence, does he mean "everything" including putting down what he wants? Does it include giving up the idea of owning it? For example, I said in my heart that I would do everything for Sixi. Is there a premise that I want it to fly back and let me have it again? Then if you want to have it, you have to keep it in a cage. In order to "protect" it, you have to put it on the second floor sealed with glass, isolated from the outside world. It is my happiness to have it, but I detained its body, trapped its wings and annihilated its hope for my own happiness. Will you be happy? I suddenly understood: why does it keep jumping up and down in the cage, so restless, that is the desire for freedom; Why is it not euphemistic enough? That's because it has no joy. Why is every life full of power? Isn't that a screaming distress signal? It turns out that my happiness is at the expense of its happiness. Why does love have to exist? But now it's happy. Why can't I be happy? Why not treat its happiness as happiness?

Looking back, I had no hobby of keeping birds at all. I just got a bird by accident. It was its beautiful appearance that attracted me, so I had the idea of buying a cage. With the birdcage, I have the desire and impulse to buy birds again, from liking its color to being fascinated by its sound, and finally I am miserable. So that I fell into a situation that I couldn't extricate myself.

Suddenly I remembered what the Tao Te Ching said: "Five colors make people blind and five tones make people deaf." And what Buddhists call "desire is the root of pain". I was deeply inspired and suddenly realized. It turns out that I have lost myself inadvertently! I know that although I am not a saint, I must not be shallow and humble. Although I am not noble, I can never indulge myself. Thought of here, I suddenly feel relaxed.

? The love of beauty is human instinct and nature. People are often attracted or confused by things that look beautiful if they are not careful, and even get deeper and deeper, so that they can't find their spiritual home. I suddenly feel particularly grateful to Sixi. In this more than a month, let me experience gain and loss, sadness and joy, joy and sadness, know how to let go, know how to let go. It taught me to find myself. At the same time, when I face all kinds of temptations in my life in the future, I can also remember this lesson, break the mystery and stick to my spiritual fortress, so that my "fake the Monkey King" will never have a chance to reproduce.

I know that in the days to come, I will still think of Sixi. Maybe one day it will suddenly appear in front of me, but when I see it again, my mood will be calm and indifferent. Just like every spring, when the cherry is ripe, I read a book while drinking tea under the tree, while watching dozens or even hundreds of birds twittering in the tree, scrambling for the cherry like no one's watching. They looked at me without fear. I sat there and let them bounce off my head, and the cherry fruit or cherry stone fell on my book or in my cup, but I didn't catch it at all, just enjoying myself. Because, to really love it is not to limit its freedom, deprive it of its happiness, nor to curb its dreams. Look at it from a distance and appreciate it with your heart, but there is neither me nor it in your heart. I just want to freeze this beautiful picture of equality, harmony and harmony between heaven and earth forever. Isn't this a kind of love?

I put the cage in the storeroom upstairs and decided to put it on the shelf from now on, because my bird has flown away.