Miscellaneous Notes from the Mountains - Children from afar
The doctor said it was to recuperate, and I said it was to rest. I just felt that more than half a year had passed under the strict and romantic ban. In the past six months, there have been many things that are shocking and laughable in a child's mind, but not enough for adults. I just hope that when they see these articles, they will droop their lips, smile contemptuously, and throw them away. But two or three children picked up this piece of paper and gradually became interested. After reading it, they laughed with each other, talked about it, and passed it on. I already felt indescribable love for it! I have been extremely bored these past two days. Many things in the world make no sense. For example, the scorching sun was so hot when I woke up early today. When I went for a walk, I felt dizzy from the heat. It was almost noon, but the clouds were overcast again and the wind was blowing violently. Sitting alone on the porch, what else can I do besides scribbling?
On June 23, 1924, Sha Rang.
(1) My timid soul
When I was young, like other children, I was very timid. Adults also love to tease me. My uncle talks about "Liao Zhai" and "Night Talk", which are all about zombies, white-faced female ghosts, etc. While he was still talking, I looked around unnaturally and anxiously, sitting among the adults, coughing deliberately. When I was sleeping, I looked outside the tent door, and it seemed that a ghost hand might have reached out unexpectedly. I just thought about it, so I covered my head tightly with a quilt. As a result, I was covered in sweat while sleeping!
After the age of thirteen or fourteen, you are not afraid of anything. Walking alone among the graves at night in the mountains, I only looked back at the wind and grass. Even though the main hall is filled with ferocious statues of gods, they dare to stand in the darkness. My mother often said that I was brave because she was still very timid when she was my age.
My heart is always peaceful and strong during the day, and I am not afraid of those invisible ghosts. But lately, I often feel a sense of terror in my dreams, or when I'm about to wake up, and all the bull-headed and horse-faced creatures I was afraid of before have accumulated and gathered around me. I couldn't call out, I just felt very scared, my limbs were numb, and my soul seemed to be curled up. After struggling until I woke up, I saw only mountains full of green pines and a bright moon. She smiled to herself, - I have never had such a cowardly dream in ten years, and when I had this dream, I felt a little sad! Things in childhood are interesting, and timid moods are also extremely cute sometimes.
(2) Burial and excavation
Life in the mountains is inhumane. As long as you don't miss meals and temperature tests, you can do whatever you like, and neither the doctor nor the nurse will supervise you. It's the time when childlike innocence reappears, and all the hobbies from the past are revisited.
The United States is not my country, and Sha Rang is not my home. Occasionally, due to illness, I played here for half a year, and I may never come back again in this life. I felt a bit guilty for not leaving any memorials, so I did burying and excavation work almost every day.
When I was little, I loved doing these things: boats carved from cuttlefish spines, little figures made of five-color paper, etc. No matter what, I would bury them when I had enough. Write words on the leaves and cover them in the soil. Carve words on the stone and throw it into the water. When you remember it, dig it out and take a look. If you can't remember it, just let it be quietly buried there forever.
You don’t have to pretend to be an adult when you’re sick, you might as well be a child again! Most of the time I travel alone in the mountains, so I leave many souvenirs everywhere and everywhere, including business cards, West Lake landscape paintings, used gauze scarves, etc. They are almost dotted all over the mountains. Passing under the peony flowers, beside the flowing spring, and in the mountain pavilion, everything makes me smile, and all of them have my hand! When I am excited, I often dig out and take a look.
Sometimes when I meet people, I prick my muddy hands and stand up in embarrassment. Originally these things are difficult to explain. When people ask, it's not good to say it, and it's bad not to say it, so I have no choice but to smile. Therefore, the female companions preferred to ask questions, and I had no choice but to avoid them.
That time an old friend came over. She laughed and said that I have become more childish and blushing recently. The reappearance of childlike innocence sometimes makes me feel embarrassed to be true. After half a year of recuperation, I naturally have strong blood and blush. So what is there not to love about it?
(3) Music of ancient countries
Last winter there was a lot of wind and snow. When it was windy and snowy, everyone would sit in the hall, chatting and laughing casually, playing the piano, knitting woven fabrics, etc., just to kill time.
Rong is a Greek girl, a little younger than me, and we often play together.
She considered herself a citizen of an ancient country and kept me company. She often joked and quarreled with American girls.
I can’t play the piano and she can’t sing, but she was bored and had nothing to do, so she went to the piano and started messing around. It was just a few simple familiar tunes that were repeated over and over again. So everyone laughed and said: "Stop it now, what kind of music is this?" She proudly stood beside the piano with her hands crossed and said: "What do you know? This is the ancient music of the ancient countries of the East and West, how can you appreciate it! "The sound of the piano continued, and the singing got louder, and other people's conversations could not be heard. So everyone got anxious, covered her mouth, pushed her to the corner of the room, and pulled away the chair and me from behind. The room was filled with laughter!
The best thing is that once we have used American tunes such as "Moon in Indiana", whenever we hear the piano playing, everyone will nod to each other and say with a smile: "Listen to the music of the ancient country!"
(4) Stars in the rain and snow
When the thermometer dropped to 18 degrees below freezing, we slept on the porch. The most familiar thing every night is the stars in the sky. It's just a flickering light, but I'm used to seeing each other, and occasionally disappears.
There is also a bit of longing and boredom.
It rained and snowed all night, and there was no starlight to be seen. He and I were sitting across from each other in quilts, talking in the distance at two corners of the corridor.
He pointed and said: "Look at Venus rising!" When I looked up, it was the streetlight at the turning point of the mountain road. I smiled happily and pointed to a lantern on the opposite mountain and said, "That's Jupiter over there!"
The more I pointed, the more scattered wind lanterns shining in the pine forest became The sky is filled with stars. Really, in the gaps between snowflakes, you can't see the boundary between the sky and the mountains and forests. It's almost as if the lights are like stars.
With one sincere thought, the fake becomes real, and the lights seem to float from the ground. The illusory stars do not move, so there is no need to chase their positions when you wake up in the middle of the night.
So there is comfort in the lonely night of rain and snow!
(5) She has been punished
Nothing is allowed during the rest time. At these two o'clock in the afternoon every day, when I feel tired, I feel that I need it. When I can't sleep, I feel that it is really boring to lie in bed during the day.
I often secretly bring books to read in bed. When the caregiver comes to check, I quickly put the book under the pillow and close my eyes to pretend to sleep. ——No matter how naughty I am, I don’t dare to break the rules, only when I read a book. But Bi, a girl, often gets up quietly, hugs her knees and sits on the bed, making others talk and laugh.
On this day, she sat up again, looked at no one, and started gesticulating like a doctor. Everyone was lying down looking at her and laughing, but the nurse was already coming from a distance. Her bed faced the corridor, and it was too late to lie down, so she had to sit still frowning.
The caregiver walked out onto the porch. We were all silent and dared not speak. She asked Bi, "Why don't you lie down?" Bi smiled and said, "I have a bad stomach. I keep burping and I feel uncomfortable when I lie down." The nurse asked, "How did you eat today?" Bi was worried. She couldn't help but said with a smile: "It's okay!" The nurse pondered for a while and then walked out. Bi looked back at us, hugged her head and said with a smile: "Just wait, I'm done right now
Suddenly!"
Sure enough, he saw the nurse coming in with a cup of medicine, soaking it in the cup. Bubble makes a sound. Bi had no choice but to take it and look around with a frown. We all hid our faces with felts and laughed secretly until we couldn't breathe.
The caregiver watched her finish the drink in one breath, and then slowly went out again. Bi lay down holding her chest with both hands, crying and laughing, "Oh my god! It's so sore!"
She would no longer talk nonsense about how embarrassing it was to take medicine without illness. Everyone was happy when they talked about it, clapped their hands and laughed and said, "She has been punished!"
(6) Eskimo
The Eskimo logo that Sha Rang's children put on for me was mine. My favorite, I think it is more interesting than other names before!
Eskimo are barbarians in the forests of North America. With black hair and fur, he uses snow as his house. He lived a life of fishing and hunting in a world of ice and snow. How can I be as brave as them?
Just because I walked in the forest in the wind and snow last winter without hindrance. The ice lake under the forest is a skating place for children in Sha Rang Village. I passed by, and although we met many times, we didn't speak. I just felt that they often stopped wandering around, looked at me, and whispered to each other.
Later, the doctor’s niece told me that Sha Rang’s children said there was an Eskimo in the forest. Asked what they said, they pointed out that they had black hair and fur.
The doctor told them that it was not Eskimo, but a person recuperating in the hospital, so they stopped being surprised.
If I were really Eskimo, my thoughts would at least be simpler, which is the first enviable thing. I once read a book that said: "Five minutes of modern people's thoughts are enough for a primitive or savage to think for a year." Human beings have not made any progress physiologically for half a million years, but things that require hard work and hard work only last one year. The increase of years is the source of disease and misfortune in life!
I would like to live in the forest for the rest of my life, stepping on dead branches and listening to the whispers of the leaves. The breeze blows from outside the forest, carrying the fragrance of pine branches.
In the vast white snow, there were no pedestrians except me. What I saw and heard was no more than green pines and white snow, and I seemed satisfied!
I was about to be discharged from the hospital, and my female companion said to me: "Don't be frightened when you go out to the busy streets of Boston. These six months of solitary confinement are enough to turn you into a fool!"
Needless to say, I was shocked. As soon as I got back on the road to health, things started happening one after another... I would rather be Eskimo. Black hair and fur are just an external thing!
(7) Say a few childish words about loving the sea
The white-haired old doctor said to me: "I'm glad you are well now. The city is not suitable for you. This summer's seaside visit Okay, it’s better to cancel it.”
This sentence is like a thunder rising from the ground!
Learning may not all be in books. It doesn't matter if I don't go to densely populated places like New York, Cambridge, or Chicago. They just say I'm not allowed to go to the beach, which makes me sad.
I raised my head and said, "No, you have no intention of stopping me from going to the beach!"
He smiled and said, "Yes, I don't want you to go to the beach. It's too humid, and it's not good for your newly healed body."
We argued for a while, and finally he said, "Then you can go for a week!"
He then said He said with a smile: "Actually, there's enough fun for you on the lake after autumn!"
My love for the ice is nothing more than the sea. If the light of the lake completely replaces the color of the sea, I don't seem to be willing to do so.
Poor, for more than six months, Sha Rang could not even see the ice except for the small flowing spring! The mountains are also lovely, but they are really incomparable to the sea. I have my reasons!
People often say: "The sea and the sky are vast." Only when you are at sea, do you feel that the sky is as wide as possible. When on the mountain, walking to the middle of the rock wall, sometimes there is only a ray of skylight. Even if you reach the top of the mountain, because the end of the sky is a mountain, the boundary between the sky and the earth will be uneven and not as neat as the horizontal line.
The sea is blue and gray. The mountains are yellow-green. Comparing colors, mountains are no better than seas. Blue and gray have a solemn and far-away meaning, while yellow and green are a bit plain and simple. Although we often regard yellow as the most noble color, and the emperor's dragon robe is yellow, the emperor is called the "Son of Heaven", and the sky is more noble than the emperor, but the sky is blue.
The sea is moving, but the mountains are still; the sea is lively, but the mountains are dull. When the days are long and people are quiet, the weather is hot, and I look at the green mountains intently, and they see a dark and unmoving landscape, like a sick cow. As for the sea, look at it, it never remains still for a moment! The sparkling waves rolled straight from the horizon to the shore. When they touched the cliff, they jumped up happily, and thousands of brilliant silver flowers bloomed!
How it feels to be surrounded by the sea and surrounded by mountains can be understood by reading ancient poems. For example, when watching the moonrise on the mountains above the sea, an ancient poem says: "The Nanshan Mountain blocks the sky and the earth, and the sun and moon rise on the rocks." Chew carefully, these two sentences describe the chaotic mountains very well, but the scenery is so bloated, rugged, and cold. After reading It doesn’t make life enjoyable. And "The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this time", it is also the moonrise, but the scene is so charming, distant and bright!
That’s right. There are no red, white, purple and yellow wildflowers on the sea, no blue sparrows, red-breasted and other beautiful birds. However, wild flowers all wither in autumn and winter, giving people the desolation of withering. The morning glow and sunset glow on the sea reflect more than just red, white, purple and yellow colors in the water in the sky. This piece of flowers is continuous all year round. Speaking of flying birds, the blue bird with red breasts is naturally cute, while the sand gulls on the sea, with white breasts and green feathers, float lightly on the waves, "stepping slightly on the waves, and the socks are dusty".
Seeing a blue bird with a red neck reminds me of "the mountain bird calls itself by name", while seeing a seagull reminds me of the eternal line of praise for people, which is "graceful as a swimming dragon, graceful as a dragon". Ruo Jinghong"!
Being at sea also gives people the ability to see things through. This sentence is naturally true! You lean in and look down, and you can't help but think of what pearls, corals, dragon girls, and shark yarns are under these vast expanse of green glass. In the mountains, people rarely think of the gold, silver, copper and iron beneath the mountains, rocks and yellow springs. Because the sea water is transparent, it naturally has a tendency to draw people's thoughts deeper into the water.
The more I talk about it, the more endless it becomes. All in all, I think the sea is much stronger than the mountains. To put it to the extreme, if I had violated the laws of heaven and was allowed to commit suicide, I would rather throw myself into the sea than fall off a cliff!
The debate is so interesting! The more children argue with me about my comments about mountains and seas, the better. "People's hearts are different, each with its own face." Only in this way can there be differences and changes in the world. If everyone in the world had the same face, I would not want to see them. If everyone in the world has the same hobbies and wears the same color and style of clothes, then the world will become a big school, with men, women, old and young all wearing the same uniform. Not only is it funny to think about it, it's also tasteless! Furthermore, if everyone loves the sea, if everyone moves to the sea, I will no longer be able to live in peace!
(8) They say I am lucky
The mountains have become walls, the pastures have become courtyards, and the mountains and forests in this area are my place to play. In the morning when the dew is still shining, I go out for a run, and my shoes and socks are often soaked by the dew. I woke up at dusk, my short skirt rolled up with sleeves, and the breeze blew my clothes. In the sunset, I wandered on the mountain road again like a cloud.
Of course, as the poem says: "The sunset is undressing on the grass bank, no one wears flowers, no one persuades you to drink, and no one cares about getting drunk!" It is not a good feeling; and "no one is there" The situation of "control" is really rare sometimes. If you want to move to another place with the attitude of wandering in the mountains, it won't work. In school and in the city, you are not allowed to have a flowing mind. Just because too many people care about you!
I visited the children’s courtyard behind our building that morning. The children in the courtyard were in class, some were writing new words silently, and some were doing arithmetic. Everyone had something to occupy their minds, and when they were busy, they took a break, secretly passing small notes, talking and playing secretly, with little hands and feet, and there was no quiet time. I knew all these children, but because they were in class, I just sat quietly in the back, not daring to talk to them.
I haven’t seen the blackboard for six months, which doesn’t feel bad. Just seeing the big, round globe on the teacher's desk, the short tables and chairs in the room, and the dog-eared books with big handwriting suddenly brought me back to fifteen years ago. And what is written on the blackboard
35 21 18 64
－15 +10 -9 X 69
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Eq. As for the children standing in front of the blackboard, holding their heads and thinking, scribbling chalk on their palms, I felt even more indescribable when I looked at them. The sun's shadow outside the window was moving slowly. Although I wasn't in class, I was staring blankly at the big clock on the wall, feeling anxious for school to be over!
School was over and I was talking to the teacher. The children gathered around and pulled me away. Paul smiled and asked me, "Do you have homework in that building?" I said, "No, we just play every day!" Peter smiled and sighed, "You are so lucky!"
They were also recuperating. , but there are still four o'clock homework every day. When I travel, I can only see them during a certain period of time.
Reminding me of what happened fifteen years ago, I was ashamed to memorize the multiplier table of "three seven twenty-one, four seven twenty-eight" and so on. I have made it through and have overcome this level. Got it! And when I think back to half a year ago, I saw the thick and large notebooks, the shelves full of reference books, and the professors’ eloquent lectures... Now that I have recovered from my illness, I still have to live this life, and I feel scared again.
This life must still be lived. Not only do people take care of it, I also take care of it myself. "Sorrow is greater than heart." When someone is in charge of someone, there is still time to do things like passing small notes and secretly talking about having fun. But when it comes to self-management, there is absolutely no such motivation. After more than ten years of training, people are absolutely conquered by books!
Children, how easy is it to say "lucky"?
(9) Machines and human happiness
Children must know the uses and benefits of machines, which are to save manpower and can do very important work in a short time.
While living in the mountains, I didn’t have the chance to see other machines, but the machines in the farm near the right side of the mountain were enough to impress me.
They use machines to plow the land, sow seeds, mow, etc., and they are all first-hand managers of the machines. That day I specially walked to the mountain and saw farmers sitting on the steam engine, running at full power, crawling away on the field. The ground was very solid, and wherever the steam engine passed, it was like water waves, which separated the two sides. In less than half an hour, a very wide area of ??land was plowed and loosened.
The farmer took out his watch from his pocket, looked at it, then slowly turned on the engine and returned to the garden. I also turned around. For some reason, he actually smiled. Farmers use large machines, and the appearance of small machines directs farmers. I think it's funny!
When I was a child, outside the walls of our home, there were wheat fields as far as the eye could see. Plowing and harvesting are the most familiar things. Farmers and women squatted in the fields with sweat on their backs, digging with hoe and cutting with scythe. I watched from the side, often struggling for them, and felt pitifully slow!
Comparing the two situations, I am convinced that machines are tools to enhance human happiness. But yesterday I had some doubts about this matter.
Yesterday afternoon, dozens of patients upstairs and downstairs did not sleep well! During the rest period, the sound of steam engines plowing the fields in front of the mountains filled the air. Under the scorching summer eaves, on the bed as hot as a steam oven, listening to this monotonous and boring, deafening sound of iron equipment, continuous, my brain was completely jolted by it. The combination of anxiety and shock really makes people have a tendency to go crazy!
There were murmurs of resentment upstairs and downstairs, but they could not stop the machine. As a result I had a splitting headache. Those girls downstairs who have fevers of 103 and 104 degrees day and night, I feel really sorry for them, and I don’t know how worried they are! Compared with the half-day of work saved by the farmers and the mental pain and loss suffered by these dozens of patients in this half-day, there is a huge difference! It seems that machines may not be able to enhance human happiness.
I remember my childhood when my study was only separated from the wheat field by a wall. If farmers at that time also used machines, there would be no need to read my book!
The sound did not stop until dusk. I had a headache and wanted to go out for a walk. I also wanted to take a look at the steam engine that kept me from resting for half the day. ——Walking to the edge of the field, I saw three or four farmers standing hesitantly, with their arms on their waists, shaking their heads and sighing. It turns out the machine is broken. This thing is so heavy and heavy that even ten people cannot move it, so we will have to use a steam engine to pull it tomorrow.
I came back as soon as I smiled——
(10) Birds and beasts should not be in the same group
The female companions all laughed at Fu Ling for being a fool. And she doesn't have the mind of a fool. I like some of her words very much. She said: "It's so restrictive to talk to people. It's better to talk to birds and kittens. They don't disturb you, and they listen to you gently and silently."
I often see her sitting under the cherry blossoms, Facing the bird, laughing to myself. Sometimes I sit on the porch, stroking the kitten, and don't move for a long time. I don't find this kind of behavior disgusting. Maybe that's why the female companion gave her the badge of fool, I don't know.
Conversing with people may not be really restrictive, but it is really not a pleasure to sit upright and talk with strangers, adults, gentlemen, etc.
In the past ten years, the number of people sitting down and talking has increased day by day. Although I am used to it, I still want to release myself when I get the chance. In the past six months, I have often been a fool!
The first pleasure is to pull grass and feed the horses. Looking at this behemoth, gently grinding its soft mouth and neat big teeth, and chewing grass in your hands, you feel that it is indescribably charming.
Every day in the cowshed behind the mountain, I feed the big white horse pulling the cart full of milk cans. The milk truck stopped, and the driver was carrying milk to the kitchen, so I walked over slowly. When I knelt down under the cherry blossoms and pulled out the leaves of the ten kinds of brocade, it turned its long, narrow and kind face to look at me, expressing its welcome and waiting. We gradually became familiar with each other, and when it saw me from a distance, it raised its head. I believe that after I leave, even though it cannot speak, it will miss me every day.
Then there are puppies. The brown one used to scare me when we were separated. That day when I was traveling in the mountains in the snow, I unexpectedly met it on the top of the mountain. It chased me and barked, and I was so scared that I couldn't walk. Seeing that I was startled, it stopped barking, and went down the mountain with its tail lowered as if it had won victory. I watched it go away and ran back in one breath.
I didn’t sleep well all night, and my heart rate jumped to 150 beats per minute.
My female companion told me that it is the cutest dog and never bites. When I met it again in the future, I called its name first, and it came over wagging its tail. Since then, every time I travel to the mountains, it always follows me back and forth. When the snow is deep in the mountains and forests, the scene is very calm. It finally gave me a lot of courage.
There is also a little black dog, which is very cute and playful. A little white dog, also very tame.
I've never been a big fan of cats. Because kittens are very cunning and like to scratch people. There was a little black cat in the hospital. When I opened the door early on the second day after entering the hospital, it had already slipped in through the gap in the door, jumped onto my bed, and lay quietly in my arms, its eyes slowly opening. Close it and fall asleep very peacefully. What I'm most afraid of is the sound of a kitten's breathing while sleeping! I wanted to push it, but I was afraid it would catch me. During those days, I felt sad again and became even more anxious. Fortunately the caregiver came in soon! I frowned and asked her to take out the kitten.
I gradually fell in love with it. It doesn't catch people. When it was lying on its back on the grass, playing with the rose leaves with its two small paws, and jumping about itself, I felt that it was full of liveliness and joy.
How exquisite and petite the bird is! In Beijing, I only saw crows and sparrows. Woodpeckers are also sometimes seen. Here, the snow has not yet melted, and the birds are already coming in droves. The first one is the blue bird. Westerners use the blue bird as a symbol of happiness, which I think is most appropriate. Because the song of the bluebird gently announces the news of spring.
The red breast of the robin is extremely vivid when standing on the snow or on the grass. The little hummingbird is even smaller than the flower. When it flies over the flower tips, it is even smaller than the flower. I sometimes looked up and caught a glimpse of her in the mountain pavilion. I just stood there holding my breath, not even daring to move my eyes. It seemed that I was afraid of frightening this frail little fairy away.
There are also many birds with bright feathers. I couldn’t find their Chinese names, so I had to wonder. When I got up early, before the sun came up, the mountains and valleys were filled with the sound of gentle singing. In the hazy morning breeze, leaning on the pillow and listening, it makes the heart and soul calm. Spring is the world of birds. "The birds sing in spring" and "Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and you can hear the singing of birds everywhere." I have now thoroughly understood these two sentences!
In our life of being surrounded by heaven and earth, we are most in love with the little bird. There are bluebird and robin nests among the roses and lilac bushes. The nests are built very low and can be touched with one's hand. I often visit bird families, but I never do anything to ruin the happiness of their families, such as stealing eggs or catching chicks. I thought that I was only temporarily away from home, and that my mother and father were already so concerned. If I were captured, locked in a cage, and never allowed to come back, wouldn't my parents be heartbroken? I love myself, and I love the chicks, I love my parents, and I love the chicks’ parents too!
And what an interesting thing. Look at the little bird coming out of its shell. It has a very yellow mouth and very sparse feathers. It looks very ugly. They are also extremely greedy, and they open their mouths and chirp in the nest all day long! It was so tired that its mother was so busy flying back and forth. Gradually they grew up, and their mother led them to fly to the ground. Their feathers are very fluffy, their calves are waddling, and they look fatter than their mother. They looked very silly, jumping around with their mother in a daze. Mother accidentally pecked a small insect, and they rushed over one after another, chirping and vying to eat it. When they get up early, their mother teaches them to sing. Her voice is very melodious, but their voices are very naive. In the past few days, they have become fully capable of flying and singing. They also know how to forage on their own and no longer tire their mother. When I went to visit them the day before yesterday, these chicks were no longer in the nest. They had built a new nest on a branch not far from their parents' nests. They often visited their parents.
The insects are also cute. The little lotus-colored butterflies, the snails carrying round shells, the buzzing bees, even the frogs singing every night in the water, and the fireflies twinkling among the flowers are all extremely gentle and childlike. If you love it, it loves you too. Because they love children so much. The adults are too busy to play with them.
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(10) Birds and beasts cannot be in the same group
The female companions all laughed at Fu Ling for being a fool. And she doesn't have the mind of a fool. I like some of her words very much. She said: “It’s so restrictive to talk to people, it’s better to talk like a bird or a kitten.
They do not disturb you and listen to you gently and silently. "
I often see her sitting under the cherry blossoms, talking to the birds, laughing to herself. Sometimes she sits on the porch, stroking the kitten, and does not move for a long time. This kind of behavior does not feel right to me. It's annoying, maybe that's why the female companion gave her the badge of fool, I don't know.
It may not be really restrained when talking to people, but it's like talking with strangers, adults, etc., when you sit upright and talk. It can’t be said to be a pleasure.
In the past ten years, I have been sitting upright and talking more and more every day. Although I am used to it, I still want to release myself in the past six months. I often feel like a fool!
The first pleasure is to pull grass and feed it to the horse, watching this giant animal gently grind its soft mouth and neat teeth while chewing the grass in your hands. , you think it is indescribably charming.
Every day in the cowshed behind the mountain, I feed the big white horse pulling a cart full of milk cans. , the driver was carrying milk into the kitchen, and I walked slowly over. When I was kneeling under the cherry blossoms, plucking the leaves of the ten kinds of brocade, it turned its long, narrow and kind face to look at me, showing its kindness. We gradually became familiar with each other, and when it saw me from a distance, it raised its head. I believe that even though it cannot speak, it will still miss me every day.
There is the puppy. The brown one used to scare me when we were separated. That day when I was traveling in the mountains in the snow, I unexpectedly met it on the top of the mountain. It chased me and barked, and I was so scared that I couldn't walk. Seeing that I was startled, it stopped barking and walked down the mountain as if it had won a victory. I saw that it was gone and ran back in one breath.
I didn't sleep well all night, and my heart skipped a beat. The minute jumped to one hundred and fifteen times.
My girlfriend told me that he was the cutest dog and never bit anyone. When I met him again, he would wag his tail when I first called him. I walked over. Every time I went to the mountains, it always followed me back and forth. When the snow was deep in the mountains, it finally gave me a lot of courage.
There is also a little black dog, which is very cute.
I have never been very fond of cats because kittens are very cunning and like to catch people. There was a little black cat in the hospital. As soon as I opened the door early on the second day after entering the hospital, it had already slipped in through the gap in the door, jumped onto my bed, and lay quietly in my arms, its eyes slow. I closed it slowly and fell asleep very peacefully. I was most afraid of the sound of the kitten's breathing when it was sleeping! I wanted to push it, but I was also worried that it would scratch me. Fortunately, my caregiver became even more anxious during those days. He came in soon! I frowned and asked her to take the kitten out.
I gradually came to love it. When it lay on its back on the grass, it used its two small paws. , playing with the rose leaves and jumping in awe, I felt it was full of liveliness and joy.
How exquisite and petite the birds are! In the city of Beijing, I only see crows and sparrows. . Sometimes I also see woodpeckers. The snow has not yet melted here, and the birds are already coming in droves. The first one is the blue bird. Westerners use the blue bird as a symbol of happiness, which I think is most appropriate. Because the chirping of bluebirds gently announces the news of spring.
The red breast of the robin is extremely vivid when standing on the snow or on the grass. The little hummingbird is even smaller than the flower. When it flies over the flower tips, it is actually smaller than the flower. I sometimes looked up and caught a glimpse of it in the mountain pavilion. I just stood there holding my breath and not even daring to move my eyes. It seemed that I was afraid of frightening this frail little fairy away.
There are also many birds with bright feathers. I couldn’t find their Chinese names, so I had to wonder. When I got up early, before the sun came up, the mountains and valleys were filled with the sound of gentle singing. In the hazy morning breeze, leaning on the pillow and listening, it makes the heart and soul calm. Spring is the world of birds. "The birds sing in spring" and "Spring sleeps without realizing the dawn, and you can hear the singing of birds everywhere." I have now thoroughly understood these two sentences!
In our life of being surrounded by heaven and earth, we are most in love with the little bird. There are bluebird and robin nests among the roses and lilac bushes. The nests are built very low and can be touched with one's hand. I often visit bird families, but I never do anything to ruin the happiness of their families, such as stealing eggs or catching chicks. I thought that I was only temporarily away from home, and that my mother and father were already so concerned.
If I were captured, locked in a cage, and never allowed to come back, wouldn't my parents be heartbroken? I love myself, and I love the chicks, I love my parents, and I love the chicks’ parents too!
And what an interesting thing. Look at the little bird coming out of its shell. It has a very yellow mouth and very sparse feathers. It looks very ugly. They are also extremely greedy, and they open their mouths and chirp in the nest all day long! It was so tired that its mother was so busy flying back and forth. Gradually they grew up, and their mother led them to fly to the ground. Their feathers are very fluffy, and their legs are waddling. They look fatter than their mother. They looked very silly, jumping around with their mother in a daze. Mother accidentally pecked a small insect, and they rushed over one after another, chirping and vying to eat it. When they get up early, their mother teaches them to sing. Her voice is very melodious, but their voices are very naive. In the past few days, they have become fully capable of flying and singing. They also know how to forage on their own and no longer tire their mother. When I went to visit them the day before yesterday, these chicks were no longer in the nest. They had built a new nest on a branch not far from their parents' nests. They often visited their parents.
The insects are also cute. The little lotus-colored butterflies, the snails carrying round shells, the buzzing bees, even the frogs singing every night in the water, and the fireflies twinkling among the flowers are all extremely gentle and childlike. If you love it, it loves you too. Because they love children so much. The adults are too busy to play with them.