Vienna hotel room

The following is the full text of Feng Jicai's Pearl Bird.

Very good! My friend gave me a pair of pearl birds. Put it in a simple bamboo cage with a roll of hay inside, which is a comfortable and warm nest for birds. Some people say that this is a scary bird.

I hung it in front of the window. There is also an unusually lush pot of French chlorophytum. I cover the birdcage with long vines with small green leaves, which is as safe as hiding in the depths of the jungle; The thin and bright sound like a flute coming from inside is particularly relaxing.

The sun shines through the window, and through here, countless fingernail-shaped chlorophytum leaflets are semi-black and translucent, like jasper; The mottled bargainers are lush. The shadow of the bird flickered faintly in the middle, completely invisible. Sometimes they can't even see the cage, but they can see their lovely bright red mouths sticking out of the green leaves.

I seldom pull open the vines to look at them, and they gradually dare to stick out their little heads to look at me. We got to know each other a little.

Three months later, among the more and more lush green vines, there was a sharp and delicate call. I guess it's them. They have children. What about me? Never lift the blades to look in, and don't disturb them with curious eyes when adding water. Not long after, suddenly a little head emerged from among the leaves. Smaller, fish! It's this little guy!

Although it is small, it can easily get out of the sparse cage. Look, how much like its mother: red mouth and feet, gray-blue hair, but there is no pearl-like round white spot on its back; It is so fat that its whole body looks like a furry ball.

At first, the little guy just walked around the cage. Later, he flew around the room, landed on the top of the cabinet for a while, and stood proudly on the bookshelf for a while, pecking at the names of the great writers on the back of the book. After a while, I knocked on the light rope back and forth and jumped into the frame. As long as the big bird cries angrily in the cage, it will fly back to the cage at once.

I don't care about this. After such a long time, if you open the window, it will only stand on the window frame for a while at most and never fly out.

Gradually it became bolder and landed on my desk.

At first, it was far away from me. When I didn't hurt it, it approached, then jumped into my cup, bent down to drink tea, and then turned around to see my reaction. I just smiled and continued to write. It boldly ran to the manuscript paper and jumped around my pen. The beating little red paws giggled on the paper.

I wrote quietly, silently enjoying the intimate affection of this little guy. In this way, you are completely relieved. Gently peck at my trembling nib with that waxy little red mouth. I stroked its delicate fluff with my hand, but it was not afraid. Instead, it pecked my finger twice in a friendly way.

During the day, it accompanied me so naughty; At dusk, it flew into the cage with the repeated calls of its parents, twisted its round body and squeezed the green leaves into it.

▲ One day, when I was writing on my desk, it actually fell on my shoulder. The pen in my hand stopped unconsciously for fear of running away from it. After a while, I turned my head and saw this little guy asleep on my shoulder. His eyes were covered with silver-gray eyelids, and his little red feet were just covered with long hairs on his chest. I lifted my shoulder gently, but it didn't wake up and slept soundly! Still sipping your mouth, are you dreaming?

When I moved the pen tip, I felt a temporary feeling: trust often creates a beautiful realm.

I hope I can help you!