Birds throw themselves into the forest

Text. Photography/Plum Blossoms Hidden in the Snow

Spring in Saibei always comes late. Although it is already mid-April, it is still chilly and the spring breeze is strong.

As dusk grows darker, the ward becomes quieter and people enter a state of rest. At this moment, the woods in front of the window of the hospital's treatment room welcomed hundreds of birds, chirping with joy. These crisp sounds attracted me. The strong wind outside the window gradually subsided, and occasionally the wind blew by, and the trees swayed gently in the wind. Those branches and leaves that are not full enough can't cover these birds in the forest. They fly back and forth in my field of vision. I finally understood that these birds would spend the night at my window, this night as my neighbor.

I always thought that birds return to their nests in the evening, but I didn’t know that birds spend the night in the forest, and they stay in groups. Through the window, I watched these birds silently, for fear of disturbing these lovely elves. It seems that they are in good order. They fly from higher branches to lower branches one by one, looking for their own warm place and getting close to each other. At this moment, some have begun to tell what they have seen and heard throughout the day; some are happily greeting their companions; some look exhausted and motionless; some keep jumping between the branches, choosing They rested in the safest and most sheltered place from the wind and rain; others were busy combing their partner's feathers and making some intimate gestures from time to time... Only one bird landed on a treetop a little away from the extended family. , as if still nostalgic for the last afterglow on the horizon. I guess: It must be a lovelorn bird, right? Otherwise, it is a princess who is married far away. She may be lonely and miss her relatives far away. He landed quietly on the treetops, swaying with the branches in the breeze.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the birds have basically found their positions. Occasionally, some birds will fly and land again due to crowding. They stop in rows on the branches in an orderly manner, which is very beautiful. The noise decreased, and only a few birds made sounds, as if they were talking or setting out tasks for the next day. But the wayward bird still didn't return to the team, and condensed into a black shadow in the dim light. I could still vaguely see it through the light in the ward. I'm also a little worried about it. How could it be so lost? When the night wind blows, it will be blown down into the dark night. I turned on the lights in all the wards so that when it wakes up, it can use the light to find a safe branch to shelter from the wind.

Finally, a bird made a quick cry, and then many birds began to cry. I think some birds must have discovered the lonely figure. The absent-minded bird also heard the call of the family at this moment, and set off to return to the big family. My heart was relieved.

As night falls, these tired birds fall asleep peacefully under the shining stars, without making any sound. Looking at this inconspicuous forest, I suddenly realized: This is their home, a paradise for them to feed, rest, and play. Birds are the real owners of this forest.

In the early morning, the birds couldn't wait to sing, melodious, joyful and rapid... Although I was woken up by the birds' singing, But there is no unpleasant feeling at all. Their singing brings me to the beautiful spring again and brings me into a place where my soul is flying.