Aslongasthebirdoutsidethewindowisstillcalling,thepeopleofthisworldaredestinedtolivepeacefullyandpeacefully.Unfortunately,therearefewerandfewerplacesinthecity,andthenoiseofbirdsisbecomingmoreandmorescarcerentalservicedapartment.Ican&39;thelpbutbeworriedabouttheworld.However,whenaneardusk,whenIwalkedintothejiuhuamountainisoneofthetenviews"seaofclouds"lotuspeak,surprisedtofindthatthepoetryundertheseaofclouds-baihuavillage,villagethereisabirdofparadise.Althoughitwasearlysummer,ourloveforspringwasstillonthetreetops,andthesunwasasstrongasapotofspirits,lookingforeachother,sweatingallover,andfinallyseeingaflockofbirds.Fromadistance,theyperchquietlyontopoftheforestmasterofchemistryhongkong,asifawhitefogwererisingfromthetopoftheforest.LestIthisintruder,excusemetheirwarmandpeacefulhome,holdyourbreath,handstandontiptoeclosetotheslowly,onlyhavetobirdssinginganddancing,listentotheunawaretianchengbirdsbecomemoreclear,bright,tactfully,ifspringrainflowerswirl,almostislostforahouseclothessong!!!!Irevelinthebird&39;sparadise!AgoodSamaritansetuptwowatchtowersintheforesttomakeiteasierforpeopletowatchbirdphotography.Theobservationdeckwasveryhumble,fourpillarssupportedandtenwoodenladdersmadeofwoodenpoles.JustasIwasstrugglingtoclimbup,apairofbrownbirds,Shoutingatme"wow",scaredmetofalloffthewoodenladderMDSenses.ItwasIwhoviolatedtheirprivacy--theywerefightingandtalkingandlove.Nowornever,Igrabbedthecamera,andfreezethemina"swallow"image:bulgingeyesopen,smallmouthsingingseemstoswallowme,colorfulwingsinstantlybecameadirection.Ibelievetheyarewillingtosacrificetodefendtheirsovereigntyandfreedom.Theobservatorycanonlyaccommodatetwoorthreepeople.Standingonthetop,lookingaround,theeyesarefullofbirds:white,yellow,black,yellow,brown,andsoon.Thisiswherethebirdsbreed,andtheparadiseofthebirds.Lookingfaraway,itistheidyllicscenery,thesmallcityofasheetofmusicemergingatthefootofthemountains.Inaninstant,Iseemtofindacorrespondencebetweenmanandnature.Ireallywanttogetsomewine,onthiswatchtower,tothewine.Agroupoflittlebirdsfellasleeplikeachildonthedensepine.Theirtwilightwassilent,andthesweetfruitwasfallingfromtheskyinadream.Oh,that&39;sthepomegranate,theredskincracked,revealingamyriadofjuicylittleeyes;Itwasaworm,wriggling,likeareluctantfood;Itwasamulberry,alittlebright;That&39;scherry,that&39;sapple...Thebigfruit,thetwoPAWSintheairwaving,tiredandexhausted.Atthismoment,apairofhusbandandwifebird,longjourneyandcome,stayatthenest,feedtheinsectsinthemouthtobird,thegroupofbirdssuddenlycheerup.Inthedistance,alonebird,withareddishbeakandayellowishfeather,stoodontopofthetree.Timepassedquietlythroughthetreetops,andformorethantwohoursithadnotmoved,orwassufferingfromtheagonyoflosinglove.Afewwhitebirds,ontheoppositesideofit,flyfastandfast,likeinarace;Apause,flappingitswings,asifitwereagameofwarwithfriends,incontrasttothatsolitarybird.Onalong,thicktree,therewereseveraldifferentcoloredbirds,safeandsafe.Ihadtomarvelattheirharmony.Thereisnoneedtocompromise,nostruggle,asmallpartofeach,canbeputintoplace.Itseemsthatthebirdsarewellversedintheprincipleof"sixfeetlane".Thedayshookandthedaypassed.Thenightcame,andtherewasanemptysilence.Thoughourclotheswereallwet,wewerestillinthewildincenseofguano,givingupthesvenandenjoyingtheeveningbreeze.Iadmirebirdsandenvybirdsmore.Theyliveinfanglin,nesting;Swiminthesky,facethewindandrain.Agoodbeginningmakesagoodending.
