Storks in Laoyuan River in Xixia, Henan. The picture comes from the Internet. Migratory birds are selective in their habitats. For example, swallows, when they come from the south to the villages on the banks of the Guan River during the spring equinox, can always find their old

Storks in the Laoyuan River in Xixia, Henan. Pictures come from the Internet.

Migratory birds are selective in their habitat.

For example, swallows come from the south to Guan River under the eaves of the village on the spring equinox, and they can always find their old home last year. It may be that the swallows of several generations have been accommodated under the eaves of the village. In their blood, they have regarded the eaves of the village as part of their hometown. The nostalgia people talk about is the emotion people have for their hometown. Yanzi's nostalgia for the village is Yanzi's emotion for the village.

In the uninhabited old house, nostalgia was locked in the house and hung under the eaves, gradually weathered by the days. The descendants of the old house may have forgotten the old house, but the swallows will not forget it. They still build nests under the eaves as before, hanging their homesickness in the murmur of the baby swallows and hanging on the edge of the bird's nest built with soil and grass in the countryside. . In spring and summer, the owner of the old house occasionally returns to the old house and finds that the old house that the swallows miss is full of people's nostalgia.

The poet said: There is no homesickness in a village without swallows' nests. It's not the poet's sentimentality, but the poet's sensitivity to the old house and the swallows left in the old house in the countryside. What people throw away is picked up by swallows. Nostalgia is like the cry of swallows under the eaves after a heavy rain in the summer evening, filling old houses and villages. Those who have forgotten the cry of swallows in the village may not be far away. The distance from the old house is about half the distance of a swallow flying half a morning.

One day in late autumn, wild geese flew south. The village cannot remember the day when the wild geese returned to the village. The village only remembers the day when the wild geese left the village.

The wild geese return to the village quietly, and the geese fall on the flat sand rather than in the village. The geese’s memory of the village is the warmth of spring and summer. The village does not know where the geese live during the half year they are in the village. Their chirping was not heard. Only in autumn, when the wild geese suddenly appear and fly across the blue sky of the village, do people know that the wild geese are leaving.

The wild geese flew southward in the blue sky for a while, then turned back and flew toward the village for a while. They miss the spring and summer days on both sides of the river the most, which gives them a human-like life. When people saw the wild geese flying in the sky, a herringbone shape often appeared, they realized that the wild geese are a friend of human beings. It is difficult for humans to understand the envy they are full of towards human beings. Bunin, the Russian god of sadness, in his short stories, many times described the sadness of the geese leaving the village and the confusion of sitting on the rooftop watching the geese fly away - this is the deepest nostalgia.

It can be seen that as long as the swallows still fly back to the eaves of the old house in spring to look for their old residence, and the geese still fly in the blue sky of the village yearning for human life in autumn, homesickness will not leave easily.

Everyone was once a child in the village. After many years, he became a child of nostalgia. No matter how far you are from your old house, the swallows on the eaves and the flying geese in the sky will become the coordinates of one's nostalgia. When heavy rains come in summer, people in the countryside sit under the eaves, with some fear of lightning and heavy rains, listening to the sound of heavy rain hitting the old elm trees and roofs behind their houses. At this moment, the swallows flew back to their own roofs and stood side by side with the little swallows. A few swallows' heads and red pointed beaks were exposed outside the nest. They were a little frightened by the heavy rain, just like humans.

html Three people and Yanzi are under the same roof, and Yanzi has many annoying moments. If the chair is placed under the swallow's nest, swallow droppings will occasionally fall on the person's head or neck. The children picked up a bamboo pole and tried to poke out the swallow's nest. Mothers in the countryside would say: "You have destroyed their nests. Where can the swallows take shelter from the rain?"

The children put down the bamboo poles. The mother in the village said: "A boy pokes out a swallow's nest and cannot find his wife when he grows up. A girl pokes out a swallow's nest and cannot find her husband's family when she grows up.""

The words of a rural mother are neither laws nor family rules. Over the years, they have played the role of laws and family rules, and finally became the spiritual standard of the countryside. Over time, rural people believe that swallows building nests under the eaves are a symbol of the prosperity of a family. Many A courtyard that no swallows enter every year must be a lonely courtyard.

In the agricultural civilization era, the walls of rural houses were made of loess, leaving holes in the walls after a few days, and sparrows would come out. Soft grass, discarded strips of cloth, and even newly ripe cotton were used to build sparrow homes in the wall holes. After a few days, the sparrows laid eggs in the nests in the wall holes and hatched several little ones. Sparrow.

When the little sparrow’s head sticks out of the wall hole and starts chirping, the children in the countryside will move a ladder, lean against the wall, go up along the ladder’s support, and put their hands into the wall hole. Sparrow. If you can't reach in, use a wooden stick with a hook to hook the little sparrow out. Wrap a piece of hemp leaf, pick up a pile of firewood, light it, cook the sparrow in the hemp leaf, and untie it. Hemp leaves, start eating. This is the most primitive teeth-beating ritual for rural children. It is a bit cruel but they enjoy it. When the old sparrow sees the children cooking and eating the little sparrows, it flies low around the flames and the children. The helper screamed helplessly, but the children could not understand the sadness of the sparrow.

When the mother in the village saw this scene, she would give her child a chestnut and say: "Just like people, one sparrow has one life." If you burn the sparrows and eat them, your life will be gone. "

Children in rural areas have a very vague concept of sparrows and fate. Rural mothers continued: "Hands are used for working and writing. Whoever digs out a sparrow's nest cannot work and is a useless person; whoever cannot write is a blind man. "The philosophy of rural mothers may be the philosophy with the least philosophical basis, but it can shake the souls of children, implant it in their bone marrow, and become the compass of their lives.

You cannot dig out the sparrow's nest on the wall of your own courtyard. You cannot eat birds in your own yard. This is a rule that rural mothers set for their children. Following this rule will not only lead to kindness, but also lead to disrespect for the life of a bird. If you rise up, you may not respect human life. If you don’t respect life, what do you expect him to respect? Therefore, for many years, when people in rural areas describe a person’s life as being in decline, they will say: Their life is poor. It's so shameful that old birds and birds don't even enter their yard. Yes, a rural courtyard without the sound of birds for a long time may be a lonely courtyard.

The big tree used to be an advertisement for the countryside. I only saw a few. A huge tree spread its green shade, and we saw an ancient and prosperous village.

There used to be an old catalpa tree in our village. The crown of the tree was as big as several houses. Between the three branches, Feng Laowu built several baskets. The largest nest. Hundreds of Feng Lao Pheasants live in this nest, forming a Feng Lao Pheasant village. Every year in late autumn, the leaves of catalpa trees are all gone, and they can be seen from a distance as they return to their nests. Go, the old catalpa tree is full of black and white leaves.

The old catalpa tree has the nest of the old catalpa tree. No one cares how many years it has existed, and no one cares how many years the old catalpa tree has existed in the old catalpa tree. Some people say that Feng Lao's nest is older than a person. When he was a child, Feng Lao's nest was still this big. It is densely packed and solid, and the stormy winds in summer have not blown down this nest, nor the strong winds whining at night in winter. In the eyes of the villagers, the old catalpa tree on the old catalpa tree is the village. The family, their nest, is a house in the village.

The children in the village collect firewood, but they never miss the old catalpa tree.When a child can carry a bamboo basket and pick up dry firewood, a rural mother will tell her child: "The nest of the old bird is the home of the old bird. It is the house of the old bird. Just like a person cannot drag on his own house. Just like setting fire to the rafters, people can't pull Feng Lao's nest to set fire to it. "

The children said, "If you pull it, Feng Lao's nest can't be beaten."

The mother in the village said, "Whoever pulls Feng Lao's nest. The head will be covered with wild bird flowers, and the head will bleed for the rest of his life. "The village calls the bald man with the scarred head wild bird flower, and connects the old bird's nest with the long wild bird flower. Maybe it is true, maybe it is the village. A warning from the previous generation to the next generation: the bird's home cannot be invaded or destroyed. There are no more bird's nests in the big trees, and the village is lonely. Without the big trees in the village, the village is completely lonely. Later, I read "One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Marquez. In the end, the small town of Macondo was blown away by the strong wind, and even the loneliness was gone. Now that I think about it, I realize that everyone’s village is Macondo. Before being blown away by the strong wind, the big trees and bird’s nests disappeared in advance.

There is a "Southern Weekend" in Guangzhou. More than ten years ago, he wrote "Where do the storks fly back from?" for the Free Tan column. ”, feeling a little sad about the dwindling number of storks on the village river. But this sadness was short-lived. In recent years, the storks have been flying back along the Old Stork River. After the beginning of autumn, the storks stopped flying away and settled down in groups on both sides of the Stork River. In the winter of 2017, there was heavy snowfall on both sides of the Stork River, but the storks did not fly away and were still looking for small fish and shrimps in the Stork River.

The storks flew along the tributaries of the Stork River and flew back to the rivers in many villages, giving the rivers many white silhouettes. I went back to my hometown a few days ago. There was not much rain this summer, and there were still a few storks landing on the maple poplar trees by the river, combing their already white feathers. Storks fly back and settle down, making the Stork River a real river of storks. This is the scene that people living on both sides of the river are most happy to see.

The strong return of storks to the Stork River is related to the fact that people on both sides of the river have stopped cutting down trees in recent years, to the restoration of forests from both sides of the river to the source, and to the continuous flow of the Stork River in all seasons. If you think about it carefully, it has something to do with rural mothers. The philosophy of the relationship between birds and villages is also relevant. The respect humans have for birds is the respect they have for their own rivers and villages. It is a beautiful thing to have birds flying around the village and over the river.

In 2017, Xixia on the bank of the Guan River was awarded the title of "Migrant Bird Town". This sign is not big and not very loud, but it is a reward for the people living on the bank of the Guan River, and it is also a reward for the storks flying in the Stork River. reward. A place where migratory birds are happy to come must be surrounded by green water, must have green mountains and green mountains, and must be suitable for human life. For people who are destined to spend their entire lives on the banks of Guanhe River, the brand name of Migratory Bird Sojourn Town is very important and has a high gold content.

In 2018, the small town on the banks of the Stork River won the title of China’s Natural Oxygen Bar. This brand is also a gift to the people living on both sides of the Guan River. This brand seems to be awarded to the small town, but in fact it is awarded to every tree, every wave, and every flying bird on both sides of the irrigation river. It is also awarded to the survival philosophy of Xixia Village: one tree and one bird. Birds are the same as humans. Living by the same river, living on the same land, a tree or a bird has the same right to survival as a person.

Old Stork River in the sunset. The picture comes from the Internet

Migratory birds are sojourners and fly here and there once a year. People live for a long time, which is equivalent to the relationship between a tree and the land and rivers. Cherishing every wave of the Stork River is the responsibility of the people on the shore; cherishing every bird on both sides of the river is also the responsibility of the people on both sides.

The natural oxygen bar is here, and migratory birds are bound to come. Cherishing the natural oxygen bar and cherishing the migratory birds flying here means cherishing our own lives - because we live on the banks of the Guanhe River.