The sunshine in winter is bright and warm on this small balcony, as if it were not winter, but spring in March. When reading, I looked out of the window with my eyes raised when I was tired, and the sound of birds rising and falling in the garden, and the sound of birds singing in the birdcage hung by the bird runner, were all thrushes, slender bridled eyebrows until they were slightly raised, like those on women’s makeup in old paintings.. I read a book on thrushes about an hour ago. It is said that one person in the capital city was jealous of a master raising a thrush called’ sparrow tongue’, and the master took this’ sparrow tongue’ as his life, saying that it would not be so good for decades – only, this person wanted to know the secret recipe for raising birds, but the master did not open his mouth because of his own interests. The man was so angry that he recorded the bird’s cry with a tape recorder, invited the master to drink and secretly put it in front of’ sparrow tongue’, and pitied the bird thought that no birds would come to play and cried for a day and a night.. After taking his son through the garden at dusk in summer, his son was naughty and interested in the rows of sparrows that were barking one after another. Just look up at this one and look at that one again. The birds were shouting and jumping up and down. In an instant, the birds in each cage were frightened and jumping up and down. At once, the old men who had just been around talking and laughing jumped up and down in an instant and said with great anger: Why? All round to their birdcages, – The old man was angry at his son: Scared my bird, can you afford to compensate?? Look at the way my son is at a loss, I’ll give it to the old man in the circle, bow their heads and bow their heads: the child doesn’t know how to wait for such a time, and pull the son away at the same time.. Son is very grievance: can birds not bark in cages? I gave him a wry smile and explained the difference between this bird and the – bird. My son seemed to understand it, but he still felt it was not good to be kept in a cage. He had to call his companion to save him, but his companion was also kept in a cage and could not help him. Their frequent calls were talking, but they were thought to be so nice to hear each other complaining. In fact – not nice at all. Can they listen to people crying?? I was immediately funny and angry: you seem to understand bird language. Son disdains not to understand, but I understand them. There was no words at once, lamenting the wonder and simplicity of the child’s world, and lamenting the complexity and privacy of the adult world, which was really contradictory.. The singing of birds is indeed very pleasing to the ear, and they also understand the feelings of the bird breeders. If they like it, I’m afraid they are doing their best than their sons and daughters, just jumping about for the birds – the singing of birds, is it the voice of Heaven’s Nye?? I don’t know, but I just understand that in the book I read in my childhood, the master who grieved over the death of only birds and made the world immortal: love is like children in thousands of aches and pains, or – partner and knowing oneself. In ancient times, Bo Ya’s broken harp was only known to participate in the mountain water bill for a short period of time in the world, while Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai’s sad and pure love story took part in the become a butterfly bill. Nearly a generation of talented woman Shi Pingmei was buried with Gao Junyu’s Taoran Pavilion, and there was also a dignified and elegant national female prime minister Wu Yi who did not marry for life.. The string is broken. Who listens? I’m afraid few people can realize this sadness and sadness. I’m not a pessimist, but I also sigh. The word ” Zhichiqianya” means every kind of emotion. There are tens of millions of people in the crowd, whether they are relatives, friends, lovers or companions, most of whom are just strangers passing by. In the journey of life, who are you concerned about and miss?? Which is the knowledge you have left in your memory and contacts? I can’t help some quivering. Outside the window, the sun was shining, and some eyes were raised and some eyes were not turned to work on the golden sparks – jumping and jumping full of nerves. Look at the children dancing in the garden and hear the sound of a bird that is pleasing to the ear, the faint fragrance of perhaps waxed plum blossom in the air, and the light blue sky in the sky. I can’t help but exclaim that this world is so interesting and lively..