Swallow

As soon as the spring day arrived, the winter cold was still chilly. The memory of childhood in my sleep flew in suddenly. The singing like swallows woke me up from my dream, and my thoughts returned to the real existence, it turned out that the winter bird was singing outside the window in the morning. I empathized it back to the beginning of the years, and the memory about it was blooming in my memory. When I was a child, I lived in a tile house. I didn’t know when to build a bird’s nest under the roof beam during school and play. On an autumn dusk, I was extremely annoyed when my mother forced me to do my homework after school. It was at this moment that a swallow flew to wear and looked around in the yard, then I looked at me who was already familiar and strange now, and then I flew to the home nest of the warm Harbor where she belonged. However, I always ignored her existence and became a distant place at close range. At the same time of self-accusation, she was delighted and stared carefully. She saw her flying down to the Bird’s Nest and looking around again. She didn’t enter the nest until she was sure to be safe. Then I noticed that she was pecking food in her mouth, and went back for food, for herself or for her lover or children? When I was thinking aimlessly, she flew away again. Looking closely at her bird’s nest, it was simple and solid, tightly tied at the corner of the roof beam. The color was similar to that of the wood. I really didn’t know where he was without looking carefully, this is one of the manifestations of her self-protection. Finally, I couldn’t help being happy and shouted to my mother who was busy in the kitchen: Mother, swallow’s nest! My mother was calm: she had been there for a long time, and their children had grown up to be free to come and go, so we should pay attention to everything in life. Because of my love and support, she can live and work in our home. If her nest is broken, she will definitely find another new place to build a new nest. The toughness of life should be like this. Why should I embarrass them? When I was enlightened. The swallow flew back again, looking so brisk in the gentle light of the sunset. He pecked food in his mouth, and then another pecked food flew around, then both of them flew to their nest. Now I think of that unforgettable scene, what a happy home it is. Lying in the air, it is warm and comfortable, quiet and peaceful, and close to each other. Autumn and winter are coming. The weather changes from cold to cold day by day. Swallows have already flied far away in my neglect, and there is no trace of searching. Only the Lonely nest waited peacefully. Another spring came, and my expectation of freezing for a winter began to recover, longing for the familiar swallow day by day. After school, in the sunset of spring day, green buds came early and grass blossomed on the road. I went home happily with my schoolbag on my back, and felt something moving on the roof beam. I looked up in surprise. As expected, there was a swallow standing timidly in front of the nest which was still solid after a winter. I suddenly felt strange. No matter how carefully I looked at it, I always felt that the nest was Yan Fei, and she looked at me strangely. Mother saw this saying: Maybe the swallow of last year had already killed himself or him in flight or somewhere else. This swallow who came back to the south, or their fellow countryman or relatives, or accidentally found this nest, wanted to settle down here. Isn’t the nest a family? As expected, she began to repair her nest after she was sure of safety, and soon she had a spouse. They lived a simple and abundant life like last year’s Swallow for food and reproduction. Swallows are so complicated, so are people! We can completely enjoy the beauty of the original nature and the simple life by simplifying many external and material feelings. How can we not live a short life happily like swallows? And learn to enjoy the short happiness of life. The beautiful picture of the country which swallows around the beam was frozen into an eternal beauty. After reviewing and sublimating at this moment, it became the eternal memory. Love it, love it, beauty in my heart, long years, everlasting. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring

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