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    If you love nature but have to make a living in the city, then I would recommend that you live next to a tree if possible.

    It will show you the beauty of nature.  There are winds whispering to leaves, trees changing their makeup for the seasons, birds singing to life, and warm gossip between people.  During the day, the birds sing continuously, and the wind blows through the branches to make the rustling sound, which makes people feel poetic in the forest; in the early morning and evening, the occasional vague chatter or inadvertent greetings make people feel in the ancient and simple  The looseness and leisure of the small town.

    My current residence is very much like this kind of place.  Whenever I push open the door and look at the glass windows on the balcony bounded with flowing green, I feel in a daze.  This picture is intoxicatingly beautiful.

    In winter, the animals are covered with a thick layer, while the trees will take off all their clothes and stand proudly in the cold wind in a majestic posture, showing off its bravery and fearlessness.  The big tree outside my balcony is no exception.  Every time, after a meal is ready, the rise in indoor temperature and humidity makes the glass on the inside of the window covered with a layer of white mist, and the dim street lamps in the distance seem to capture the bare tree branches outside the window into the white mist  , Their interlaced shadows are like plum blossoms in bud, and every time the wind passes by, the plum shadows are dancing lightly.  At sunset, the bare branches are shining, each branch seems to be equipped with golden lampposts, and it seems that each branch is coated with a layer of gold, and under the setting sun, it becomes a sparkling dream tree.  tree.

    In spring, it will carefully decorate a circle of green flowers on the branches, just like a little girl who is eager to grow up, using too many fancy fabrics to decorate herself, but also has the unscrupulous publicity that belongs to youth alone  .  The bright petals are gradually dimming, and there will be a touch of bright blue in the branches, which is the newly stretched green, like a low-key and restrained sensual girl, holding a beam of light in her arms with a pair of skillful hands.  From a distance, it seems that the branches are dotted with green and thin flames, shining in the center of the flowers that are about to wither.  A spring rain and a heavy coat, after several spring rains, it is already a densely packed verdant tree, shaking heavily in the breeze.

    "The Vedas" says: "A house without a bird is like meat without seasoning." Thoreau said that he did not keep the bird in a cage near his house, but shut himself near the bird.  in the residence.  How fortunate, I also lived in a residence near the birds, enjoying the auditory feast every day.

    In spring, the earth warms up.  One day in April, it is no longer cold to sleep with soundproof glass doors and windows open.  At around 5 o'clock in the morning, I woke up from my sleep, the window was already bright, and the birds were singing endlessly.  The sparrows were chirping all around, and it was a mess.  Magpies occasionally stay on the tree, also trying to offer their singing voices for the arrival of morning.  But its voice is dry and hoarse, with the mechanical style of a metal factory. Judging from human aesthetic standards, most of the time, people feel that such a voice has no emotion at all.  Occasionally, one or two crows flew through the air, and the cry of "ahhhh" gradually faded away.  Pigeons are cooing rhythmically on the roof.  This is the bird's tribute to the dawn. Accompanied by this ceremony and music, I gradually fell asleep.

    I still remember that night after the college entrance examination, a person was sitting in the corridor of the dormitory with a book, and with the lights on, it was a whole night.  At dawn, two loud and clear songs that are far apart cut through the quiet dawn. One singing and one harmony, they fly to build a bridge in the air, just like after the heavy rain, before everything has time to recover, a colorful rainbow has hung high in the blue sky, waiting  All things flourish.  That singing voice also made a valuable contribution to my youth.

    When I woke up again, the singing outside the window was still the same, but it added the atmosphere of the world, not as clear as before.

    If you want to see birds, winter is an excellent opportunity for observation.  In spring, summer and autumn, the trees are in full bloom, and it is difficult for people to have the opportunity to see the birds hidden in them.  It's different in winter. In the bare branches, everything is revealed together.  I once saw groups of sparrows playing and chasing on the branches through the window, chirping non-stop, as if they were provoking the authority of the cold winter.  One day, I heard a group of birds "ahhhh" and flapping their wings. When I opened the curtains, I saw seven or eight gray magpies standing sparsely on the branches.  They are light gray from head to neck and light blue below the wings, and it is their unique light blue color that definitely impresses at first glance.  So when I learned that they were called gray magpies and not blue magpies, I was a little surprised.

    In order to have a chance to get closer to the birds, I sprinkled a handful of rice on the window sill, trying to lure the birds on the tree.  A day or two later, a pigeon carefully landed by the window, gradually approached Mi, and then had a full meal on guard.  Since then, they will visit my window sill every day and become frequent visitors to my residence.

    One day, after dinner, I recited "Walden Pond" on the balcony as usual.  I don't know how long it took, the moment I heard the sound, I reflexively raised my head and looked towards the window sill, The pigeons that had just landed flew away in shock.  The figure caught unintentionally flashed across my eyes in a panic.  I am waiting patiently, hoping that one day they will adapt to this light sight.  I remember Thoreau said that one day when he was working in the field, a sparrow fell on his shoulder, and he regarded it as the highest honor.  I don't expect them to fly on me who is reading one day, but I only hope that one day I won't escape because of my quiet eyes.

    I don¡¯t know how long it took, I paused from the recitation for a while, leaned against the wall of the balcony, stood facing the window, quietly flipped through the content behind, the pale and weak sunlight buried in the smog, gently supported the behind me like a willow  the wall.  Suddenly I heard a sound, I knew it was coming, but I was not sure if it was the one from yesterday, or the one that flew just now, or they were the same one.  I suppressed my gaze, trying not to let it catch it, and not to startle it away again.  Pretending to be nothing, I began to read the philosophy in the book at a normal speed.  In order for it to adapt to the human voice, I would like it to be startled away by this philosophical voice.  It's also an important step in the relationship-building process.  I thought it must have left, but when I looked up, I found that it was still watching intently outside the window.  I bowed my head and continued to study.  When it was out of sight, started walking around, and realized it had just been blocked by the window frame.  However, this time it really scared it away, and it left without knowing when.  Maybe it was the last time I noticed my gaze.

    I always hope that the pigeons can establish a connection with themselves when they keep feeding, and they will relax their guard against me. After so long of practice, I found that it is almost impossible. Even if I feed them for ten years, I guess they will still find me.  When he was a certain distance from the window, he turned and left.  One day, because of a flash of thought, I was a little bit surprised by this reality: Isn't it a very fortunate thing that they still retain the primitive instinct of animal vigilance?  Pigeons come to forage simply because there is food.  I feed because I want to see some creatures that have not been tamed by human civilization in the city, those free figures.  So, it has no reason to be friendly because of human actions.  The farmer and the snake are probably similar to this principle.  Compared to the fact that animals do not respond to human friendly actions, maybe we should think about whether animals have no emotions, or are humans bound by countless morals and forgetting their instincts?

    Beside the tree, besides the traces of the birds, there are also the figures of the residents.  This community is located opposite an elementary school. It is quite old, which is why the trees here grow so tall. Most of the residents here are old people, and the younger ones are also with their families. Most of them are familiar with each other, so a few  It is common for old ladies and grandfathers to chat under the tree after dinner.  Every evening, there are always vague voices coming from downstairs, full of human fireworks, which also makes this busy city full of warmth.

    Once, with the window open to blow the wind, I stood by the window and looked at the big tree outside. There was a small space between its dense green leaves, and a few slender branches passed through the middle.  It was an inconspicuous area, but because of the finishing touch at a certain moment, it had a soul at that moment.  You see a pair of elderly old ladies and old men walking hand in hand through the path under the tree, passing through the dense green leaves, and slowly walking into the small almost blank space.  It seems that after waiting for hundreds of years, the exclusive picture frame finally got the scenery that fits it.  A telephoto lens was quickly imagined in my mind, and the moment they passed through the frame was frozen in my mind, which has been preserved to this day.  The time represented by that moment is quiet and beautiful, leaving behind almost all the precious paintings in the exhibition hall.

    This is the scenery shown to me by the tree outside the window of my balcony. Its green color, its music, and its warmth always make me temporarily forget the distance, and I believe that there are poems from the distance in life.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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