Two birds meet

　After a chattering, they chose a nest under the eaves of the sunrise. It was a very old and rustic office building, with red paint peeling off, but still not losing its majesty. But the signs of decay can easily trigger people's thoughts of the past, reminding them of its former prosperity and the old days of the swallows in front of Wang Xie Hall.

　　These two birds, these two unknown birds, Mr. Bird wearing a beautiful black and white clothes, Mrs. Bird topped with a red headband, a pair of bride and groom happy look, like the swallows a thousand years ago, nesting here, settle down, start to complete the nth life cycle.

　　As the saying goes, "A hardworking bird has a nest. This bird couple has two skills, grass and mud, a wall and pavement, a small nest made extremely delicate, laid out extremely comfortable. The day the new house was completed, Mrs. Bird flew in and out, Twitter! Mr. Bird flew out and in, chattering! The owner of the old house got excited and cracked a firecracker, scaring Mr. and Mrs. Bird nest in the nest for half a day did not dare to move, until the sound of firecrackers, the two birds know each other and laugh, crossed their necks, and sleep, smoke dazzling at the opportunity to warm up a.

　　As the saying goes: the early bird has the worm to eat. The first light of dawn is their wake-up call, the bird couple woke up, chattering and began to sing. Then they jump out of the nest and start doing morning exercises. They chase each other, suddenly flying to the branches, suddenly landing on the grass on the ground, and suddenly flying to the branches again, burrowing among the purple flowers of the paulownia. At this time, the white-bearded old house owner - a hale old man came out of the house, yawned, stretched, and slowly began to point east and west. The dew-wet the feathers of the bird couple, they combed for each other with goose yellow beaks, the haze, all the way to each other and go.

　　The evening sun drunk the sunset eve, the tired birds return to the nest, chattering and talking endlessly. At this time, the old man on the porch leisurely sipping tea, the small-footed old lady from the kitchen door in and out, full of courtyard food fragrance.

　　One day, the old man was leisurely sipping tea, the bird couple fluttered down at the feet, Mr. bird wing root on the bloody, helplessly prostrate at the feet of the old man. The old man hurriedly put down the bowl of tea, and shouted to the wife to come quickly! The small-footed old lady hurriedly found a small wooden box with the Red Cross, hand and foot nimbly on the medicine, bandage, rambling: sins ah, slingshot hit ......

　　Mr. Bird in the old man's bed in the nest for a few days, the old lady to take millet to feed it, the old man waved his hand, they saw Mrs. bird in and out, took a small worm, and a pile of unknown millet.

　　It was raining.

　　Mr. Bird was going out to feed. Mrs. Bird pursed the feathers on her head with her spit and prepared to go out with Mr. Bird as usual. Chattering, Mr. Bird shakes his head. The bird's wife also shook her head. The bird's eyes were suddenly tinged with haze and she didn't move. Mr. Bird shook his wings again and flew away with a flutter.

　　The wind is blowing.

　　It's snowing.

　　The sun came out.

　　The bird froze to death.

　　The bird couple's baby was born.

　　The old man sets off another long firecracker, but the babies can't hear him, and one by one they close their eyes and face the clear world with chaos.

　　Mr. Bird shook out his beautiful feathers and flew up and down among the branches of the bubblegum, chattering, it shouted. Chirp, its wife in the nest and. Chirp, chirp, chirp. They can't see anyone, but they know where the other is, and in the song and the harmony, there is an inexhaustible warmth and love and satisfaction.

　　Mr. Bird has gone out to feed alone. He no longer waits until dark to return, he returns home, listening to the heavenly chorus in the nest, twittering, chattering, and then, perched on the paulownia tree, shaking his beautiful feathers again and again.

　　One day, the baby birds were still asleep, and Mrs. Bird heard the call of a strange kind on the paulownia, Mr. Bird did not care to say goodbye to Mrs. Bird, rushed out of the nest, the courtyard quiet, Mrs. Bird jumped out of the nest, perched on the branches of the paulownia tree, dumbfounded to see the old man focused on pointing east and west.

　　Mrs. Bird felt lonely.