Orioles in Sun Li

This kind of bird seems to be rare in my hometown. When I was a child, I was fascinated by catching birds for a while. However, I seem to have never seen this kind of bird, whether it is chasing red indigo fruit in wheat seedling fields or rape fields in late spring or early summer, or running under willow trees in crisp autumn. It doesn't sing with chickens on the tall poplar tree behind my small village, nor does it nest with Weizar in the mysterious big reed pond in the south of the village.

I first saw it in a mountain village in Fuping County. It was War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's time. In the constant baptism of artillery fire, sometimes I got up in the morning, behind the hut or in the jungle at the foot of the mountain, and I heard the shrill call and the cry of enlightenment of the oriole. However, they fly around like meteors, flickering among the dense branches and leaves, and often flash before my eyes. The golden feathers reflect the sun, making it difficult to see them again.

Because of the professional relationship, the pursuit of beauty is really strange, and sometimes it is almost a fanaticism. In the days of war, I don't know what kind of influence it has on my physical and mental feelings.

A few years ago, I finally got sick. In order to recuperate, I came to Qingdao, which I have been longing for for for many years.

In spring, I moved to a small building by the sea, just opposite a depression in Yang Shulin. For a long time, I lived here alone. At dusk in the morning, I often go for a walk in Yang Shulin. One day, I found two orioles coming.

This time, they seem to like the deep and quiet trees here, and they also seem to want to lay eggs and hatch here, and they are not in a hurry to leave. It is of great significance to settle down here.

Every day at dawn, I hear their cries and gently open the curtains. From upstairs, you can see them chasing each other and teasing each other, sometimes vividly. For me, this is really pleasing to the eye.

Watching orioles has become one of my daily classes. As soon as I heard them calling, I was very happy and turned my eyes to poplar trees. I'm afraid they will leave here. It's quiet here, and even some of them are almost desolate. They may live in peace. I wander in the Woods, look up, sometimes sit on a small stone bench and listen, but I can't find their nest. How do they arrange their own rooms and delivery rooms?

One morning, I went for a walk in the Woods again. Comrade Shi, who suffers from the same disease as me, aimed at the tree with a shotgun in his hand.

"What bird are you shooting?" I hurried over to ask.

"Hit the oriole!" Lao Shi said cheerfully, "Look at my marksmanship."

At this time, I don't want to appreciate his marksmanship. I hope his shooting is not accurate. He looked at it for a while, and the oriole found it flying away. Taking this opportunity, as an old patient, I asked him not to film orioles, because I like this kind of bird very much.

Thank you very much for your respect for friendship. He agreed to my request at once without any injustice. And said:

"Take care of your illness, see what you like and listen to what you like."

This is sincere misery loves company. He plays with shotguns to recover from illness and take care of others in a fun way. Isn't this a rare quality?

Once, a middle-aged man wearing a fur coat and a fur hat shot and killed a seagull flying back to the sky in order to get a smile from his girlfriend. A flock of seagulls were frightened and embarrassed. The shot seagulls landed on the sea and were swept away by the rough waves. Unable to win, the woman asked the kelp farmers working at sea to help salvage, and the workers turned angrily and rowed away. This left a deep impression on me. Back in the house, I wrote a few poems, but I didn't finish them in the end, because Chekhov wrote about such people in several works. How can my pen and ink add more color to their performance?

In their room, it is enough to just hang Chekhov's praise for them.

Unfortunately, my friend's noble friendship can't be understood by these two frightened birds, and it's gone forever. From then on, when I got up in the morning, poplars rustled, and I couldn't hear the crisp cry anymore. Summer came, and I was busy swimming in the beach, gradually forgetting them.

One day, I went to the bird market. There are few birds sold in that place. Now it is natural to produce the first and leisure things and reduce them accordingly. At a corner, there is an old man selling birdcages, sitting on a bench and playing with an oriole in his hand. The oriole was tied to a stick, suspended for a while and pulled up for a while. I stopped. I looked at the oriole and suddenly felt that its brown feathers, mouth, eyes and claws all had a sad smell.

"Do you want it? How fun! " The old man looked at me and asked.

"I don't want it." I turned and walked away.

I don't think this kind of bird can be raised and will soon be tortured to death.

This kind of bird, even in the zoo, can't live peacefully. It needs too wide a world.

Since then, for a long time, I no longer think of orioles. The following spring, I went to Taihu Lake. In Jiangnan, I understood the benefits of these two articles: "Peanut trees, birds around".

Yes, the lakes and mountains here, dense willows and long dikes; Here Maolin xiuzhu, Sangtian reed; The rainy and sunny weather here makes me see all the beauty of oriole, which is an extreme.

Yes, their crowing is accompanied by spring rain and dew, and their flying is accompanied by sunrise and rainbow. This is their real hometown and a place to live and work in peace and contentment.

Everything has its limits. Tigers roared in the mountains, fish swam at the bottom of the pool, camels walked in the desert, and geese lined up in the air. This is their extreme.

Only under certain circumstances can this extreme be brought into play. This is the natural combination and interaction of various expressions and environments, and this is the fusion of scenery. The typical personality in a typical environment can also be understood from this perspective. This is a realm that is not easy to meet in art.

2. Introduction to the author:

Sun Li (1911May 2003-1July 2002), formerly known as Sun Shuxun, was born in Anping, Hengshui City, Hebei Province, a famous novelist and essayist in modern times, and was the founder of the Lotus School. /kloc-began to accept new literature at the age of 0/2, which was greatly influenced by Lu Xun and the Literature Research Association. "Sun Li" is a pseudonym he began to use on 1938 after attending War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. 1942, joined the China * * * production party. After the establishment of People's Republic of China (PRC), he served as vice chairman and chairman of Tianjin Branch of Chinese Writers Association, honorary chairman of Tianjin Federation of Literary and Art Circles, director and consultant of the first to third Chinese Writers Association, and member of the fourth Chinese Federation of Literary and Art Circles.