The sound of a bird

When I was a child, I liked birds very much. My mother told me many idioms about birds, such as "Birds and Flowers" and "Song of the Songs". Later I learned a lot of bird-related verses at school, such as "Two Huang Mingming." Cui Liu, a group of egrets on the sky, and so on.

In my impression, the birds are always with the spring, with the flowers and trees and nature. They comb the feathers in the streams next to the clear stream; they build nests in the tall trees and live in peace and contentment; they also Flying freely in the dense forest, singing joyously.

Once, my mother took me to the bird language forest in Changsha. There are so many birds there, there are thrush birds, lark, magpies, pigeons, etc. They are screaming and melodious, very nice, and a little bit Not afraid of tourists. My mom and I went to a nearby store to buy some bird food to feed the birds. There are many white pigeons in a square. They are screaming and screaming, some are taking a leisurely walk, and some are talking together in twos and threes. Others naughtyly flew past the tourists, making people laugh. I put the food in the palm of my hand, a little white pigeon flew over, licking the food in my hand with a pointed mouth, and screaming, as if to say, "Thank you for feeding me food. Let's be friends."

Next to the square, there are many big trees. There are many colorful birds on the trees. The thrushing screams of the thrush are crisp and crisp. The lark, like a singer, makes a squeaking sound, and it is pleasant. Many unknown birds, some of them fly around in the branches, and some fly boldly on the heads of tourists, making a variety of calls, like a happy sonata, attracting visitors for a long time unwilling to leave.

However, there are more and more high-rise buildings in the city, and the rows of houses, the wide and straight roads, the fewer and fewer trees, and the fewer and fewer birds.

Sometimes, I saw a few birds flying outside the window. They flew in a hurry and the screams were very short. It seemed to be calling for the lost companion, as if looking for the home where it lived. Sometimes, I saw some grandfathers or uncles walking through the cages. The birds in the cage are very beautiful and there is no shortage of food to eat. But their voices are very lonely, very sad, sometimes making a sharp voice. Sometimes hoarse calls, sometimes crying. I think they must hope to go back to the forest, return to the embrace of nature, return to the side of their companions and relatives, and sing and live freely.

I really want to tell all the people loudly, the birds are our friends, their voices are the most beautiful music in the world, the most beautiful singing, we can not destroy the environment in which they live, and can not limit its freedom.