The rice sprinkled outside the window had been left for so many days, and finally a bird took the bait.
When you wake up in the morning, you only hear a few "cuckoos" and look out the window. There is a fat pigeon by the window, and it starts to eat the rice you sprinkled a few days ago. You excitedly sent a picture to g, and g said that you should write an experience. I think it makes sense, so I will write down some points here first. When it comes to the part of writing prose in the future, this will be an article.
In "Walden Pond", I saw Thoreau quoting a sentence from the "Vedas", "A dwelling without birds is like meat without seasoning", he shut himself in the dwelling near the birds, every day Listening to the songs of all kinds of songbirds day and night, although you don't have a small hut in the wild, although you want to live in a city where China's politics, economy and commerce are very developed, and live in a busy city, fortunately, the place where you live temporarily It is a very old community, the trees outside the window are very tall, there are a lot of sparrows chirping non-stop every day, pigeons fly by from time to time in the afternoon, and the sunlight in the house will quickly sway a shadow, like a flash of lightning. And just like that, you become the bird's neighbor. Now, you are going to lure the little bird to come and live with you. At the beginning of the project, some encouragement is still necessary. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com