Essay about birds (300 words)

When I was in the second grade of junior high school, the "unprecedented Cultural Revolution" began.

In those days, students were extremely crazy - overwhelming big-character posters and shouting slogans made the school uneasy. Later the criticism turned into struggle, and later the struggle turned into beatings. Do students dare to hit teachers? ! Barbaric acts unheard of for thousands of years appeared. It was truly a troubled year.

But there is also a paradise - Tianzhu Mountain in the eastern suburbs of Shenyang.

There is a nursing home for employees deep in the dense forest of Tianzhu Mountain. The father of classmate Xikun is a doctor there, so Xikun’s family is destined to be in this beautiful nature.

One day in early spring, in order to relieve the boredom caused by being out of school, I decided to go to the mountains with him to play.

When I walked into the family compound of the nursing home, I saw a large bird-catching net standing upright at the door of the residential building. Xikun was busy repairing the damage on the net.

“It’s great to have friends from far away.” Xikun’s face was full of joy when he saw me. "You came just in time. I'm going to catch birds soon and I need help!" he said to me anxiously.

We haven’t seen each other for a long time, and we are no longer like the students we were in school - we have grown taller, played black, and played wild.

"Are you still going to school?" Xikun asked, looking up at the sky. I knew he was peeking at the birds. He became an expert bird hunter and never went to school to participate in that "sport."

I thought of the turbulent school and the scene where the teacher hung up a sign and was criticized, and I couldn't help but shudder.

"I stopped going to school a long time ago."

My answer made Xikun happy. He must hope that I will also become a "hunter", that we may have the same interests and find happiness in paradise.

“This is a five-gang bird net, and it caught more than ten oriole at one time yesterday.” Xikun proudly introduced it to me, with a hint of joy hanging on his sharp-edged mouth. "My family has copper-billed, wax-billed, titmouse, oriole, and a waxwing." He kept every treasure in his family and made no secret of his wealth.

When I walked into his bedroom, one wall was really covered with birdcages. I couldn’t name any of those yellow-billed birds, white-billed birds, round-billed birds, and sharp-billed birds.

Xikun handed me a chopstick-shaped stick and caught a big bird with a thin iron chain around its neck from the cage.

"This is a peacebird, given to you as a mascot."

He tied the other end of the bird chain to one end of the small wooden stick, and then raised his hand to throw the bird up. , I saw the bird spreading its wings lightly and landing steadily in the middle of the stick.

I took over the peacebird. One hand is holding the wooden stick, and the other hand is gently stroking the soft feathers on its back. I can't put it down.

The waxwing is smaller than the pigeon, with a dark brown neck, a gray belly, a crest on its head, bright feathers and clean feathers; a pair of bright round eyes inlaid in the black eye sockets, and the most charming thing is the two horizontal wings. There are a few colorful grains; the peacebird is simple and dignified, peaceful and stable; beautiful but not arrogant, refined but not noble; auspicious, rich and majestic. Facing the miraculous craftsmanship of the Creator is truly breathtaking.

We walked together on the winding mountain path. In early spring, the vegetation of Tianzhu Mountain revives, and an army of migratory birds flies from the sky, and then rushes like scattered sand towards the ancient forest that nurtures them. Birds have no idea what kind of misfortune a big net can bring them.

After walking for about half an hour, we chose to set up a bird net with bamboo poles among the trees in a mountain col. A birdcage is hung on the side of the net. In the cage is a yellow sparrow that cries incessantly. The bird catchers call the bird in the cage "bird oil son".

"Bird oil seed" is a hunter's auxiliary bird, used to lure similar birds into the trap. Migratory birds are birds that move in groups. The oriole in the cage will keep chirping because it is away from the group. Occasionally, if it is heard by a large group of similar birds, it will fly back in a flock. At this time, the hunter sees the right opportunity and quickly coaxes the birds away, and the birds will fall into the net one after another.

We sat on the ground in a hidden place not far from the bird net. Xikun looked around mysteriously, pricking his ears and listening from time to time. He is really an expert at catching birds, and he can tell which kind of bird flock has arrived based on the season and the sounds in the deep forests.

I looked at the waxwing in my hand. It held its chest high and its head high, and its proud head kept turning. I thought it was probably looking for its own bird tribe.

"Is the waxwing also a bird oil seed?" I asked.

"It can't do it. It doesn't want to bark. There is no use in bringing it!" he replied.

It seems that Xikun does not like this peacebird and is dismissive of it.

I am really glad that this peacebird is "incompetent". If it were a dry bird-oil seed, who would be willing to give it away?

I admire the nobility of this peacebird, and will never betray its "comatriots" even if it is ignored by its owner. I remembered the slogans that could be heard all over the streets down the mountain, "Down with the big traitor, down with the big traitor." Isn't the behavior of "Niaoyouzi" also a traitor and traitor?

“Down with Bird Oil!” I blurted out and shouted subconsciously.

"Yeah! Yeah! Hi -" Xikun shouted while lining his thighs. It turned out that my inadvertent shouting scared away a group of oriole.

It’s so frustrating and I feel so guilty.

The sound of birds can no longer be heard. I heard that birds like to look for food in the early morning. When looking for food, they run around and are easy to hunt. It is now afternoon, the birds have full crops and are resting, so it may be difficult to catch them for a while.

Lying on the wild mountain full of spring. The undulating mountains compete to release traces of warmth, like mist and smoke, curling up into the sky; the tender grass in the forest buds, exuding the unique fragrance of wild mountains.

"Does the waxwing sound nice?" I asked. Until now I have never heard the call of a waxwing.

"It's hard to hear." Xikun answered with a wave of his hand.

"Call, call..." I touched the beak of the waxwing with my index finger and kept teasing,

"LvLv, LvLv" the waxwing flapped its wings, and unexpectedly I actually screamed twice. Yes, despite its beautiful appearance, the peacebird does not have a euphemistic cry, and its sound is really not flattering.

The spring breeze blows, stirring thousands of branches, whirling in the deep valleys of the mountains, making a rustling sound. The sound of the wind made the waxwing extremely excited. It preened its feathers, jumped left and right, and fluttered its wings to fly. When it unintentionally spread its wings, I saw the colorful horizontal stripes on the wings again, as well as the bright and unique red candle spots. Its beauty is hidden, hidden and mysterious.

"You be its teacher! Go home and train, and the bird can complete the juggling act of holding playing cards and taking coins." Seeing that I like the peacebird so much, Xikun gave me a new topic .

"It is better to be a teacher of birds than a teacher of people." I said to myself.

Who in that era was willing to be a teacher?

I think of the head teacher - the stern and demanding "Old Ningtou"; I think of the Russian teacher - the smiling "Mrs. Dong"; I think of the Chinese teacher - the knowledgeable "Qu Xiucai" … None of these teachers were left, they were all defeated.

"Principal Sun died last year! Did you know?" Xikun asked me. It seemed that he was also thinking about the "troubled times" at the foot of the mountain.

“I know.”

“You say he is a capitalist roader?”

“I heard he is!”

That year In summer and autumn, shouts suddenly came from the campus, "Principal Sun is dead! Principal Sun is dead!". I ran out of the school gate with the crowd and went straight to the Yanniu River south of the school.

The weather was sultry and irritable, and the river was moaning softly. When it slowly flowed through a bend, it held up the decomposing body of the principal.

The principal committed suicide. Not far away, upstream of the river, there was a bottle of wine that the principal had drunk.

We were silent.

The peacebird tilted its head and bulged its eyes, quietly looking at the gray sky.

The high sun sinks into the forest, and the forest is filled with primitive game. Tianzhushan looked at the world outside him with a gloomy face, seeming to be scolding, ridiculing, and laughing. Suddenly, a feeling of sadness and anger surged into my heart.

In the barren mountains far away from the crowd, there can be inexplicable wildness. I really want to howl loudly like a wolf, and I really don’t want to go back to that crazy campus down the mountain; I originally had a pure, simple and kind-hearted person, and I can’t see the ugliness and brutality in my eyes. Every time I see scenes of teachers criticizing, I feel like a sharp arrow piercing through them. Heart, flowing out gurgling hot blood.

The sky is strong and the earth is roaring. Peacebird beside me, can you become the divine bird that calms disasters - spread your wings and rush to the sky, shaking off the magical colorful colors in your feathers. Use magical light and magic to transform our troubled schools and bring us to a peaceful and prosperous age?

The waxwing stood motionless on the stick, with the thin chain around its neck restricting its freedom. He is a bird and has no thoughts, otherwise he would be brooding and angry.

"Will the waxbird die?" I asked.

“Don’t forget to feed the bugs!” Xikun said as he took out a roasted sweet potato from his pocket. "You can feed this if you can't find any worms." He pinched the flesh of the sweet potato, shaped it into a worm shape, raised his hand and threw it to the waxwing, but the bird tilted its head and quickly picked it up in its mouth.

I remember that there was an animal class in junior high school. I only remember that birds are rectal animals. In order to fly easily, food and feces rarely accumulate in the intestines. This time I learned some bird knowledge from Xikun's mouth. For example, sharp-billed birds generally eat insects, while round-billed birds generally eat cereals. Although waxwings are pointed-beaked birds, they are omnivorous birds and like to eat seeds and fruits of various plants. During the breeding period, waxwings will eat more insects, while in winter and spring they feed on the fruits of various plants. Food, when food is scarce in winter, they often feed on dried fruits left on branches.

We were already hungry but still hadn’t caught a single bird, so we closed the net and returned.

Xikun complained that my arrival made him distracted, saying that it was boring to go up the mountain and not catch birds. But I felt that this day was quiet and unforgettable.

I couldn't sleep that night.

My good friend Xikun, the Five-Gang Bird Network, and the quiet mountains and forests are still in front of me. In the dark, I imagined that I was rooted in the mountains and became a tree, using dense branches and leaves to protect the weak birds; I imagined that I was attached to the hillside and became a grass, holding on to the solid land in the strong wind and mudflow. After the wind and rain, Still green...

In 1968, I received a notice to go to the mountains and countryside. A month before leaving, Peacebird died quietly for unknown reasons. This popular bird flew into Principal Sun's world with helplessness and regret.

The corpse of the peacebird is still so peaceful, beautiful and full of charm. I dug a small pit in my backyard and buried the bird carcass solemnly.

My eyes were moist, thinking of the bumpy road I was about to embark on - full of hardships and uncertainties.