I don’t know how long I haven’t sat in the quiet night and wrote something. I suddenly felt that I had changed and I didn’t know myself. Although I was at a loss, I was clearly hurt by these things. A few days ago, I was inexplicably added to my friends, and then I was inexplicably confessed. Finally, I replied a lot of words in my heart inexplicably. It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Sometimes I feel that others also think that I am like a love expert. In fact, I am nothing but an expectation full of fear for some things, however, it seems to have some funny persistence. Therefore, I have always been a person full of contradictions, and then I said a lot of things I shouldn’t say in a muddle, but finally I was ridiculously forgotten by time. Maybe what I really forgot was myself. Time was just a witness of bad luck. At last, when we all disappeared, we left the years singing and chanting in the wind. You will forget the road you have traveled, let alone that there is still such a long way ahead. Time is like the roadside thorns, long time no one walk, so then they can will 1.1 point toward the middle of the road closure, final legacy dead leaves under that strips once the way. 2013 nian 8 yue 29 ri

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另一只鸟的故事. 看着眼前丰盈的食物,五颜六色馋人嘴的茶资, 砰 醒堂木敲出一声清脆响声,八哥鸟语气欢愉的,今天我再讲一段我的传奇故事给你们听。八哥鸟用喙慢条斯理梳理着翅膀的羽毛,睨了一眼眼前的众鸟,用喙轻咬着脚踝上一个白色的脚箍,抬起头,羽毛在中午阳光的反照下闪着阵阵油光。八哥鸟对站在桕树上羽毛也是黑白相间的瓦铃啷鸟道:你之前不是问我,我脚踝上这个白色的脚箍是怎么回事?我现在告诉你。八哥鸟指着在田间劳作的人群道:呐,我脚上这个白色的脚箍就是这种动物给我箍上去的,他们自称自己为人类。 给我箍上这个白色脚箍的是一个三十几岁的男人,长得还算清秀,只是走起路来,他走路的姿势有别于旁人,好像随时要跌翻地上似的,他的身体缺少了一份柔韧多了一份僵硬,他走路的姿势着实是很别扭,却喜欢行走,常常撇下我独自去闲逛。偶尔倚门独自远望,不知他心中思想什么鬼东西,身孤的影子迷茫的眼神,可这个家伙从不在我面前吐露心事,常常独自对着远方出神。 八哥鸟咽下一颗熟透的牛筋籽,道:看到他落寞的神情,我飞到他的肩膀上低鸣轻唱,我本想给他逗闷,可这个坏家伙少领我的情,把我从他的肩膀上赶下来,恶死的吼,滚开,滚开,自个玩去。哼哼。八哥鸟忿忿的道:竟敢吼我,我故意在他的耳沿上咬上一口,为有此,他才会恢复往日的快乐。 我们常常玩耍在夕阳西下的黄昏,他唤我时吹一声长长的口哨,我对他是亦步亦趋,紧跟他的脚步,或前或后,像呆瓜似的,那一刻我竟忘记了自己原来还会飞翔,累了时我就站在他的脚盘上,常常我们是这样子闲逛. 在野外生存的方法,有些方法还是他教识我的呢.正如我脚踝上的这个白色脚箍,可不是为了美丽而给我戴上的装饰品,他是为我的安全考虑才给我戴上这个白色的脚箍的,有了这个脚箍我就像有了一张身份证,可与人类共享空间的证明,我的生命在他们的地盘上有了保证,我可以肆无忌惮的飞翔其中,嘴馋时还能得到一点意想不到的点心.对了,我问你们,你们有谁吃食过海鲜? 群鸟听问,摇头无语,大山雀的表情似山老古没看过马蹄印,稀奇的问道:何为海鲜?八哥鸟神气的道:那些人说是扇贝,看他们的馋相,我吃来味道也不咋的.不如熟透的牛筋籽好吃. 望着眼前群鸟资以的丰盛茶资,五颜六色的野果子,八哥鸟道:想想,还真是怀念和坏家伙一起吃西瓜的情景. 昨天,我和你远远看见一个人走路怪怪的,就是我说的坏家伙.八哥鸟对站在身旁长得漂亮的雌八哥鸟道. 哈,真有点怀念与那个坏家伙戏耍夕阳西下的时光,我们戏耍的情形羡煞了几多眼睛,记得有人对他劝说过,说给我过多的自由,有一天我会远飞他乡不再回来.劝他要把我关进笼子里,坏家伙不听他的,还说:笼子之外还是一个笼子,关与不关有什么区别呢? 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军大马金刀坐在椅子上道:最近肚里缺油水,喝红茶. 我把刚拿出的铁观音茶放回去,拿来红茶边泡茶、头摇如拨浪鼓道:没有家庭温暖的人就是这种德性. 吝啬茶叶你明说,我不要你这一小杯茶水. 听到军这样说,我满心欢喜道:谢谢体谅,我自己喝、、、、、、 话未说完,军道:给我来个大茶碗. 军突转的口风,他的语气差一点儿把我撞翻在地上.我苦笑着道:交友不慎就应该是这种下场!怪自己,怎么能认识了这样的白眼狼. 军不理我的抱怨,夸张的砸巴着嘴,见牙不见眼笑着道:香,真香,没开水了,快去烧壶开水来. 我刚站起身,沗在门口喊我:风,你养的这只鸟是高髻凤子?还未学会自食?刚才,远远的我看到有两只老鸟好像来给这只雏鸟喂食. 我应答沗道:是好像不会自食,辉的儿子刚送来的,不会吧,有这样的奇事,有老鸟来给它喂食? 刚才我看到有两只老鸟拍动翅膀用爪子抓住笼侧边,样子像是给这只雏鸟喂食.沗又道:错不了,刚才的两只老鸟真的是来给这只雏鸟喂食的,你出来看看,这只雏鸟的喙上还有残留下来的食物. 果不其然,雏鸟的喙上残留有像糠渣的食物.我道:这两只老鸟的行为真个稀奇,保不定是这只雏鸟的父母? 沗道:看情景应该是这只雏鸟的父母. 军对这一奇怪之事啧啧称奇. 充满想象的发现,我对高髻凤子的鸟性平添增起无限的好奇. 之后,我留了一个心眼儿. 从外形看,这两只老高髻凤子是神俊漂亮,前额至头顶羽色默黑油亮,头顶束起高高的羽髻,眼下方有一深红色羽簇,形成一红斑;耳羽和颊白色,紧连于红斑的下方,颈、背、尾上覆羽是棕褐色,好一只姣鸟。 老高髻凤子来到时有个特点,这对老高髻凤子到来时每每发出阵阵高亢婉转的啼叫.听到这对老高髻凤子的啼叫,我有意的躲在远远的一旁,留意这两只老高髻凤子的举动.老高髻凤子站在离鸟笼约五米远的电杆线上,发出阵阵啼叫,同时观察着鸟笼里雏鸟的反应,看到雏鸟的反应迟钝,两只老高髻凤子索性飞临鸟笼上空,啼叫着盘旋着,盘旋着啼叫着,至雏鸟对他们的呼唤作出反应,倚笼边鸣啼,张开喙乞求着食物,两只老高髻凤子好像对雏鸟作出的反应比较满意,双飞离而去. 一会儿,一小会的功夫,两只老高髻凤子衔来食物,从食物的的形状看来,是农人喂鸡的食物.两只老高髻凤子透过笼的缝隙给笼里的雏鸟喂食,看到这个情形,对高髻凤子爱犊的鸟性,我的心中腾起一股异样的感觉,于心有点不忍去隔离开它们. 我猜测着想,还有什么样的鸟有如此不抛不弃的爱呢? 一天的时光两只老高髻凤子要来喂食五六次.就是在雨天,它们也是站在电杆线上不愿离去,于雨中长啼.高髻凤子爱幼的母性父性,感动了我,迫使我提回鸟笼到房间.两只老高髻凤子看不到雏鸟悲啼离去. 看到两只老高髻凤子飞离雨中,我去到鸟笼前,打开笼门,逗引起雏鸟来.雏鸟还未长全父母的容貌,黑白相间的头,却未见其间的红斑,浅棕色的羽毛,身体小巧依人,伏在我的掌心上啁啾鸣叫.再喂给它一点食物,放回笼中,雏鸟闭着眼睛似是睡去了.翌日,放晴的天气,阳光饱满白云稀薄,上午十点左右,我提鸟笼到一处矮树旁,打开鸟笼门,离开远站,静等两只老高髻凤子的到来,让它们领自己的孩儿回去. 不一会儿,两只老高髻凤子衔着食物飞来,万般逗引下,雏鸟才慢腾腾的走出笼门,两只老高髻凤子欢鸣着,老鸟千万般的呼喊下,雏鸟迟疑着笨拙的拍动翅膀,胆怯的爬上笼门前一枝小树枝上,树枝离笼门是我算计好了的距离,方便雏鸟爬上去. 我静静等待,目送雏鸟跟随父母回到属于它们的世界. 三十分钟,一刻钟,雏鸟却紧紧抓着树枝,不愿跟随父母回去.穷它父母千万般儿的呼唤,雏鸟只是紧紧抓住树枝,不愿挪动一下身体.两只老高髻凤子甚是无奈,其间它们半途飞去,给这只雏鸟衔来食物. 雏鸟发出阵阵焦急的鸣叫,看到这个情景,我知道雏鸟不是不想离去,而是它还未学会飞翔.我捉起雏鸟放回笼中,此后,我与两只老高髻凤子共喂这只雏鸟.期间,我和两只老高髻凤子照面最短的距离只有一笼之隔,当然这样短距离接触是我有意为之潜伏所起的杰作. 雏鸟学会自食是十天之后,之后的一天,两只老高髻凤再也没来给这只雏鸟喂食.起初,三五天它们会飞回来看一眼关在笼中的孩儿,十天半月之后,难再见它们的影踪. 二 雏鸟长大俨然是只成鸟,头顶耸起的的黑色羽冠,黑白分明的脸颊,却少了眼下方红色的羽簇.奇怪之余,每天心切的检查它眼下方看有无红色的羽簇生出,这种特征却从未出现.急切迷惑之余,我想,也许这种特征是要在它性成熟才会长出. 雏鸟长成大鸟的高髻凤子,不怕人,在我细若可闻的口哨声的唤叫下,高髻凤子张开喙,闪动舌头依附我手边发出啾啾的鸣叫.样子温顺可爱.高耸的羽冠贴下去,站在我手上发出啾啾的细鸣声.如此模样,看它欢喜的样子,我联想起,长离家中,在某一刻回家时,还未到家门口,自家眼明耳聪养的土狗,闪电般的跑来迎接自己,扑在身上贴耳磨蹭亲热的吠叫. 高髻凤子的动作与认主人的土狗极其相似呢. 第一次放飞高髻凤子,它不是飞翔蓝天上,一头的钻进一丛矮而浓密的草丛里,胆怯的藏身其里不敢出来.恢复神定也是躲在草丛中啁啾的回应我的呼唤.放回笼中,熟悉的环境下,高髻凤子稍作作息,神气的在笼中的枝棍间左腾右跃,偶尔发出阵阵婉约的啼鸣. 第二次放飞时我高高抛起高髻凤子,抛起天空的高髻凤子张翅飞翔,作一个漂亮优雅的弧线,飞落在我脚下.此鸟胆怯还是无法适应笼子外陌生的环境. 第三次我打开鸟笼门,把鸟笼挂在可移动晾衣服的衣架上,好让高髻凤子对陌生的环境有一个适应的过程,我不再理它,约半刻钟,高髻凤子发出一串长啼,展翅飞起.可惜它不是飞向蔚蓝的长空,却是飞进我的房间落在台上,迅速的躲在水暧筒的背后.我把它捉起放在台面上,它抬起头可怜巴巴的瞅着我.可怜的小样,如此依人,我想,何妨长久喂养的伴我身旁. 一个月后,再次放飞高髻凤子,它不像前几次害怕笼外面的环境,胆敢孤身在一片空地自玩,我站在远处静静的看它玩耍.打自鸟笼飞落地上,高髻凤子只是跳跃地面上,从远处跳跃到我的脚边,在我脚边转悠一会儿,跳跃着走向远处,说远,也就是五六米的距离.有些时,高髻凤子也侧着头望向空旷的天空,期间我没能看到它展翅飞翔. 以下发生的事情裂人的天意作弄,我走进房间,茶还未喝完一杯,刚喝上两口,高髻凤子发出凄惨的悲啼.我赶出时,看到一只黑色的大猫追着高髻凤子抓咬,地上羽毛片片狼藉,险恶的境况,我大声吓退作恶的黑猫.猫退,高髻凤子匍伏在地上,我担心它的伤势严重,刚走近,高髻凤子扑楞楞出尽全身力气靠近我.检查完它的伤,除肚下方一道伤口,有一只翅膀被猫咬断,伤口处血肉模糊,看它受伤的严重性,我不知能否救活它.对伤口我仔细处理完,把它放进鸟笼,高髻凤子无力站稳笼里的枝棍上,我把它放在笼底. 我放一杯水在它面前,拿来食物,我把食物递到它面前,高髻凤子还能张喙自食,我悬起的心稍作放下.担心它的伤势,半刻钟我观察一次,渐渐的高髻凤子的精神越来越差,常常是闭着眼睛,状似昏迷. 生命常于意外面前嘎然而止,奇迹往往发生在常识之外.佛语精偈:一花一世界,一叶一传奇.诠释的也许就是生命的深度. 2013.10.21

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The countryside in April was busy. The warm spring and blooming flowers are like a prelude. At this point, the temperature rises day by day, and the day before the sun becomes hot and hot day by day. The quiet breath suddenly rises. In the oncoming wind, not only is there a strong smell of grass, there is also a thick soil smell. There are cauliflower yellow every year. Rape flowers are impatient, open early, thank you early, this can’t blame it, it has to hurry up to make its seeds full, the banker’s family has already planned, harvest rape is easy to plant seedlings, if it is not in a hurry and daggers, will it delay the field insertion? Just because it knew that the banker’s family would be anxious, so as long as it was windy and rainy, it would grow crazy, and it seemed that it would not steal a little lazy. The Sun in March is no longer soft, especially after the summer, the Sun all over the sky suddenly becomes hot, and the pods of rape in the field will appear golden yellow, no longer the eye-catching emerald, look at the color, the old master knows how long it will take to harvest. Although the rape in the field is satisfactory, the banker still hopes that it can mature one day earlier. The earlier it is, the better the time will be saved. When spring ploughing and producing, if you spare one more day, you will be able to do a lot of things. In case of continuous rain, you will have a lot of confidence in your heart. Cut the rape and carry the rape to the nearby hillside one by one. After drying for a while, when the cyan of the straw turns yellow and white, you can rub the rapeseed. After these days, the late ripening of rapeseed was enough. Taking advantage of the sunshine, he carried a big bamboo plaque and rubbed the rape pods one after another. The black rapeseed was scattered in the bamboo plaque. These are all the jobs that women do. The woman in Zhuanghu’s family is skillful, not only doing a good job of needlework, but also doing such a job as quick. The work in the field belongs to men. Ploughs, harrows and crops are all indispensable. A cow and a crop man are the most common scenery and the most heartwarming scenery in the fields at this time. If you don’t contribute or sweat at this time, autumn harvest poem goes I’m afraid just a desire. The banker’s family lived a steadfast life, and this kind of self-deceiving thing would never be done. People are diligent and not lazy. The reason is clear. Who doesn’t want to have a good harvest and live a decent life? Even if it was rainy and rainy, as long as it was not too big, men would work in their paddy fields. If they ploughed in spring and planted in summer, they would rush for time. If there was no reason to delay, they would not keep up with each step, who would like to always fall behind the villagers? Although no one said it, such momentum always exists invisibly. Who is a little competitive in his heart? There will always be such a picture: the drizzle is like weaving, the mist is hazy, the whole field fan is a large ink painting, the crops man wearing rain, the silent old cattle are the moving elements in this picture, with them, the whole village was alive. In the misty and rainy days, it would not sink and be vivid. An village is a good play for villagers. On the well-made Ridge, when the new mud is slightly dry, beat them one by one, and point soybean on the paddy field, red bean or sweet bean on the dam side, make rational use of them, and achieve multiple results at one stroke. The couple both rolled up their trouser legs and walked in the paddy field, one of which was beaten down, the other was planted, covered with soil, and the left and right bows were opened. The mud under my feet was soft and rotten, and it was slippery when I stepped on it. It was a little cool and refreshing in the heart of the straight drill foot plate, which was particularly comfortable. Don’t say that the villagers don’t have wisdom. This is the typical mode of interplay and interplay. It’s just that the villagers are clumsy and can’t tell such profound truth. In essence, they always do this, it completely matches the old handle style. There were also some crops in the field that were not urgent or slow. For example, in that field of wheat, it was not in a hurry. No matter how hot the banker’s house was, it seemed that it could not feel it. Grouting and drying seeds, it was always in no hurry. Even if someone came to the field to look left and right, it just didn’t see it. It had to wait until the little South Wind was blown enough, and until the hot sun made it golden all over, it would lift its mature appearance and spread the strong wheat fragrance all over the fields. After waiting for such a long time, I was in a hurry. The banker didn’t have the heart to appreciate these slowly. He hurriedly took sickles and ropes, and was busy with snatching and collecting. Brush, put the wheat in the full field first, and then carry them home one by one. Time was rich, women spread them on the sundries, used them to flail and threshed, and the countryside was busy in April, these are the scenarios. Women help each other. If there are three or two flats on the sunstand, not only the rhythm is good, but also the common words that women say are as warm as heart. The work in the field was naturally handed over to the man again, either plow or Harrow. What should be done was not less. Tired was tired. When I saw the level as a mirror, I waited to insert the seedlings, which was urgent in my heart, it can be slowed down. Silkworm rearing is a matter for women. April is the season for silkworm breeding. The mulberry garden was covered with green onions, and the silkworms in the bamboo plaque were white and fat, so women went back and forth between the yard and the Mulberry Garden. Picking Mulberry is also a hard task. The hands and feet need to be quick. The Silkworm babies will eat very much. The more they eat, the fatter they will grow. The bigger and whiter the cocoons they finally bear, no matter how hard they are, I am not looking at a good harvest. Three meals a day are all time-consuming. Men work in paddy fields while children go to school. They all have to eat. No matter how busy or tired they are, they still have to eat. The women were tired and sat down for a while. They didn’t want to move. Hearing the rustle of silkworms eating mulberry leaves, they were like urging. They didn’t want to move. Their bodies were sore, so they still had to pick a bamboo basket, go to mulberry garden to pick mulberry leaves. It seems that there are only children who carry schoolbags to school. As soon as school was over, it was just like a foal who had untied the reins, jumping around and running around. That kind of happiness and freedom made people envious. Sometimes, my mother and father shouted and had to take the cow rope and go to the mountain behind the door to herd cattle. Making cattle in spring is just as tiring. I don’t run very much. I only care about eating grass by myself. As long as I am sure that it doesn’t eat crops, I can play whatever I want, such a large mountain ridge, it became a playground for children again. If barley is harvested early, the land area will be put in order for later use. If it rains, the sweet potato seedlings planted before and after the Spring Equinox will grow well, then a sweet potato can be inserted first. It is best to use one root to complete the seedlings. As long as the seedlings are alive, the field will be green again for more than ten days. There are many sweet potatoes and Taro planted early, and they are also big. In autumn, they are dug out and found out that they love bad guys. The crops don’t cheat the students, and the land doesn’t cheat the students, so we should be sure of people. The weather of April is the growing season, and it is also the mature season of the afternoon Season. People in rural areas can’t be idle! I’m really going to be idle. I’m afraid that a good harvest is just a kind of talk.

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