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Sparrow Zhao Lihong For me, there is no bird that is closer to me than the sparrow. They are active in my field of vision every day, sometimes fluttering on the trees outside the window, sometimes flying to my windowsill, which gives me the opportunity to see them up close. The sparrow has a big head, short neck, and brown feathers. It is not beautiful, but it is very cute. As long as they are alive, they never seem to stop moving for a minute, always jumping around in groups.

When I was young, I saw humans attacking sparrows. At that time, the Chinese classified the sparrow as a harmful bird and the whole people punished it. Thousands of people shouted to the sky and beat gongs and drums. The poor sparrow flew in panic amidst the people's crusade, with nowhere to rest. Finally, Exhausted, they fell from the sky like bullets, and some sparrows hit the wall and died. I also participated in the war against sparrows by banging the washbasin, which was fun at first, but after witnessing the death process of the sparrows, my young heart was filled with sympathy. Fortunately, the farce ended quickly, the sparrows were rehabilitated, and they regained the right to exist in the human world. When I was a teenager, I had the experience of raising sparrows. It is not a simple process to raise a newly hatched sparrow from a small pink ball of flesh to a sparrow with plump feathers. In order to find food for the sparrows, I have climbed up trees countless times to pick skinworms. When feeding, the little sparrow raised its head and opened its mouth wide, making an urgent cry. Only then did I understand what "wailing for food" means. I had the most wonderful time with a sparrow before it had really learned to fly. I would throw it into the sky and it would flap its wings and fly back to the palm of my hand. Looking back now, it was an incredible sight. However, once it fully 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 and flew away, disappeared into the sky, and never came back. At that time, I also understood that for these small birds flying around humans in groups, freedom is more important than anything else.

When I was in primary school, one time during class, two sparrows flew to the window sill of the classroom and chirped extremely cheerfully. The whole class was attracted by the excited and melodious chirping, and they had never heard it before. The sparrow has called like this. The scene on the windowsill was something I had never seen before. I saw two sparrows flapping their wings and intertwining with each other, grinding their beaks for a while, and climbing on each other for a while, as if they were fighting or making out. We were taught by a young female teacher. She also stopped teaching and looked at the two sparrows outside the window. For some reason, her face turned red. The two sparrows used the window sill as a stage and bed. Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, they kept singing and dancing, as if they were going to be entangled endlessly. Finally, the female teacher came over, opened the window, and drove away the two sparrows. After they flew away, they landed on the roof nearby. Although they couldn't be seen from the classroom, their cheers still flew in the wind and reached everyone's ears. I have no memory of what the teacher taught in this lesson, but the joyful chirping and joyful sounds of the two sparrows are as clear as yesterday.

A few years ago, I moved to a new home. When I installed the air conditioner in the study, a hole was left in the exterior wall. When the renovation was completed, I forgot to fill the hole. Anyway, the hole was not connected to the room, so it was not filled up. Unexpectedly, this hole in the wall actually became the home of sparrows. Every morning and evening, you can see them flying in and out, cheering at the entrance of the cave, and sometimes flying up to the window sill, becoming my neighbors. While writing in the study, the chirping of the sparrows outside the window became beautiful music to my ears. At that time, there was a hibiscus and an embroidered eye at home, and the cage was hung on the balcony. Every morning when I feed the birds, sparrows fly over. When Furong and Xiuyan eat, they always drop millet on the balcony. These splashes of millet become the sparrow's breakfast. Among the sparrows that came to the balcony as a guest, there was a sparrow that jumped very strangely. The rhythm seemed to be a little slower than the other sparrows. When it left, it was always the last one to take off. After careful observation, I discovered that this sparrow had only one leg. Every morning, this one-legged sparrow will definitely come and waddle on the balcony looking for food. Although its movements are a little slow, it still looks lively and happy. I don’t know if its one leg is missing from birth or caused by an accident. It is a difficult thing to drag one leg to fly and jump for food. There is no disability organization in the sparrow's society that will take care of it. In order to survive, it must put in more energy than other sparrows. After Hibiscus and Xiuyan flew away, the one-legged sparrow still flew to the balcony every day. I sprinkled some millet on the balcony to feed it, and watched it jump back and forth on the balcony with one foot to eat, and my heart was full of pity. The one-legged sparrow's solitary visit lasted only a short time. After about four or five days, it disappeared. The millet on the balcony could no longer attract it. Whether it found a better place to feed and abandoned my balcony, or whether it met with disaster and could never fly again, I will never know. Fortunately, the hole in the wall on the balcony outside the study is still the nest of sparrows, and I can still often hear the cheerful chirping of sparrows in my ears. The chirping of sparrows has become part of my living environment. Their voices are far more beautiful than the roar of cars in the city. Zhao Lihong is a young male essayist, contemporary writer, and member of the Democratic Progressive Party.

Born in Chongming County, Shanghai in 1951, Han nationality. After graduating from high school in 1968, he returned to his hometown to join the army and worked as a carpenter, township postman, teacher and county government employee. In 1977, he was admitted to the Chinese Department of East China Normal University and began to write poetry and prose. After graduating from university, she worked as an editor of "Grudge" magazine. In 1987, Zhao Lihong applied to be a professional writer of the Shanghai Writers Association and a member of the Chinese Writers Association. He once served as vice chairman of Shanghai Youth Federation and member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. Now he is the vice chairman of Shanghai Writers Association. He has published more than 30 poetry collections, prose collections, and reportage collections, including "Coral", "Life Grass", and "Heart Painting". The prose work "The Boy Holding a Bowl" was included in Lesson 4 of the second volume of the sixth grade of the Jiangsu Education Press. Lesson 4 of the second volume of the sixth grade of the People's Education Press. More than ten of his works have been included in Chinese textbooks from various parts of mainland China, Hong Kong and Singapore. The contemporary writer whose works have been included in the most textbooks. He is the author of a collection of essays, "Wind, You Old Piano Player", "Herb of Life", "Venus on the Beach", "Toddling" (available in the Beijing Normal University textbook), "Love in the World", "The Soul of Poetry" ", "Selected Prose of Zhao Lihong", "Notes of an Islander", "Charm of Life", poetry collections "Coral", "Silent Holly", "151 Lyrical Poems", reportage collections "Heart Painting", "Bird Crazy", Prose "Looking at the Moon" etc. The prose "Opening a Door for You" was included in the Jiangsu Education Edition middle school Chinese textbook. His works have won dozens of awards, and "The Soul of Poetry" won the National Outstanding Prose Collection Award for the New Era. In the early 1980s, Zhao Lihong, who had become a member of the Chinese Writers Association, wrote an essay titled "The Soul of Poetry", telling his story with "Pushkin's Selected Lyric Poems" and expressing his nostalgia for the poet and his nostalgia for that gloomy era. Complex feelings. Bieren, a sinologist from the former Soviet Union and editor-in-chief of the Moscow Publishing House, translated this prose into Russian and introduced it to Russian readers. "Toddler" is compiled in the eighth unit of the second volume of the sixth-grade Chinese version of the Beijing Normal University edition. After the publication of his collection of essays "The Soul of Poetry", he won the China Outstanding Prose Collection Award for the New Era. The poem "China, My Dear Motherland" was composed into a symphony chorus, and also won the "Five Ones" Project Award from the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. The prose "Mountain Rain" was written in the second lesson of the first unit in the sixth grade volume of the People's Education Press. "Opening a Door for You" was written in the first lesson of seventh grade in the Jiangsu Education Edition. "Boy with a Bowl Holder" was selected into the fourth lesson of the first unit of the second volume of the sixth grade of the People's Education Press and the first semester textbook of Shanghai Chinese Language for the first grade. The prose "Looking at the Moon" was selected into the 25th lesson of Volume 10 (Volume 2 for Grade 5) of Jiangsu Education National Standard Edition. It was published by Sichuan Literature and Art Publishing House in 2000.