When I was a child, I saw humans around sparrows. At that time, China people listed sparrows as harmful birds, and the whole people condemned them. Thousands of people clamored for the land, beating gongs and drums, and poor sparrows flew around in panic amid people's crusade, with nowhere to rest. Finally, exhausted, they fell from the sky like bullets and killed some sparrows on the wall. I once took part in the war of beating the washbasin to encircle sparrows, and I began to feel funny, but when I witnessed the death of sparrows with my own eyes, my young heart was full of sympathy. Fortunately, the farce soon ended, the sparrow was rehabilitated and regained the right to exist in the human world. When I was a teenager, I had an experience of raising sparrows. Feeding a newly hatched sparrow from a small pink meatball to a chubby sparrow is not a simple process. In order to find food for sparrows, I have climbed trees countless times to pick worms. When feeding, the little sparrow raised its head with its big yellow mouth and made an urgent cry. Only then did I know what "hungry" meant. I had the best time with the sparrow before it really learned to fly. I throw it into the sky, and it will flap its wings and fly back to my palm. In retrospect, it was an incredible sight. However, when it completely mastered the ability to fly, it was no longer willing to be raised by me. Once, I threw it into the sky, and it spread its wings far away, disappeared into the sky and never came back. At that time, I also understood that freedom is more important than anything to these birds flying around humans in droves.
In primary school, there were two sparrows flying on the window sill of the classroom, making extremely cheerful calls. The whole class was attracted by this euphemistic cry, and had never heard such a cry from a sparrow. The scene on the windowsill is also unprecedented. I saw two sparrows flapping their wings, tangled together, grinding their mouths for a while, clinging to each other and riding horses for a while, as if fighting and making out. It is a young female teacher who teaches us. She also stopped class and looked at two sparrows outside the window. Somehow, her face turned red. Two sparrows use the windowsill as a stage and bed. Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, they kept screaming and dancing, as if to pester them endlessly. Finally, the female teacher came and opened the window to drive away two sparrows. After they flew away, they stopped on the nearby roof. Although they can't be seen from the classroom, their cheers are still flying with the wind and floating into everyone's ears. I have no impression of what the teacher said in this class, but the chirping of two sparrows is as clear as that of yesterday.
A few years ago, I moved to a new house, installed air conditioning in my study and left a hole in the outer wall. At the end of the renovation, I forgot to fill the pit. Anyway, this hole is not connected with the room, so it is not filled. I didn't expect this hole in the wall to become the home of sparrows. I can see them flying around every morning and evening, cheering at the mouth of the cave, and sometimes flying on the windowsill, as if they had become my neighbors. When writing in the study, the chirping of sparrows outside the window became wonderful music in my ears. At that time, there was a hibiscus flower and an embroidered eye at home, and the cage was hung on the balcony. After feeding the birds every morning, sparrows will fly in. When Furong and Xiuyan eat, they always go to the balcony to get millet. These spilled millet will be breakfast for sparrows. Among the sparrows visiting the balcony, one sparrow has a strange jumping action. The rhythm seems to be slower than other sparrows. When you leave, you are always the last to take off. Careful observation reveals that this sparrow actually has only one foot. Every morning, this one-legged sparrow will definitely come. It hobbled on the balcony for food. Although it is a little slow, it still looks lively and happy. I don't know if one of its feet is congenital malformation or accident. It is very difficult to drag one foot to find food. Sparrow Club has no disabled organization to take care of it. In order to survive, it must pay more energy than other sparrows. After the lotus and Xiuyan fly away, the one-legged sparrow still flies to the balcony every day. I sprinkled some millet on the balcony to feed it and watched it bounce back and forth with one foot. My heart is full of pity. The one-legged sparrow's separate visit lasted for a short time. After about four or five days, it disappeared, and the millet on the balcony could no longer attract it. I never know whether it found a better place to feed, so it gave up my balcony, or it suffered a disaster and could never fly again. Fortunately, the hole in the wall on the balcony outside the study is still the nest of sparrows, and you can often hear the cheerful chirping of sparrows in your ears. The chirping of sparrows has become a part of my living environment. Their voices are far better than those of people calling for cars in the city. Zhao Nan is a young essayist, a contemporary writer and party member, a democratic progressive party. 195 1 Born in Chongming County, Shanghai, Han nationality. 1968 graduated from high school, went back to my hometown to jump the queue, and worked as a carpenter, postman, teacher and county official. 1977 He was admitted to the Chinese Department of East China Normal University and began to write poems and essays. After graduating from college, he became the editor of Germination magazine. 1987 Zhao was hired as a professional writer of Shanghai Writers Association and a member of Chinese Writers Association. He used to be the vice chairman of Shanghai Youth Federation and a member of China People's Political Consultative Conference. Now he is the vice chairman of Shanghai Writers Association. He has published more than 30 collections of poetry, prose and reportage, such as Coral, Grass of Life and Heart Painting. The essay "Top Bowl Boy" was included in the fourth lesson of the sixth grade of Soviet Education Press and the fourth lesson of the sixth grade of People's Education Press. More than ten of his works have been included in Chinese textbooks in Chinese mainland, Hongkong and Singapore, and he is the writer with the most contemporary works. He is the author of The Wind, A Tour of the Old Piano Player, Grass of Life, Venus by the Sea, Toddling (a textbook of Beijing Normal University), Love on Earth, Poetic Soul, Selected Prose of Zhao, Notes of Islanders, Charm of Life, Poetic Coral and Silent Holly. The essay "Opening a Door for You" was included in the middle school Chinese textbook of Jiangsu Education Publishing House. His works won dozens of awards, and Soul of Poetry won the National Excellent Prose Collection Award in the New Period. In the early 1980s, Zhao, who has now become a member of the Chinese Writers Association, wrote an essay entitled "The Soul of Poetry", telling the story of him and "Selected Lyric Poems of Pushkin", expressing his nostalgia for the poet and his complicated feelings for that gloomy era. Berren, a sinologist in the former Soviet Union and editor-in-chief of Moscow Publishing House, translated this short article into Russian and introduced it to Russian readers. The eighth unit of the sixth grade Chinese book published by Beijing Normal University is "stumbling". After the publication of the prose collection Soul of Poetry, it won the China Excellent Prose Collection Award in the New Period. The group poem "China, My Dear Motherland" formed a symphony choir and won the "Five Ones" Project Award in Publicity Department of the Communist Party of China. The essay "Shan Yu" was written in Unit 1, Lesson 2, Volume 1, Grade 6, People's Education Publishing House. Open a door for you was written in the first lesson of the seventh grade of Jiangsu Education Press. "Top Bowl Boy" was selected as the fourth lesson of Unit 1, Grade 6 of People's Education Publishing House, and the first semester textbook of Shanghai Chinese Grade 1. The essay "Looking at the Moon" was selected into the twenty-fifth lesson of the tenth volume of Chinese in the Soviet National Education Standard Edition (the second volume of the fifth grade), and was published by Sichuan Literature and Art Publishing House in 2000.