Chapter 18 A Little Bird - Occasionally

One thing I saw under the tree the day before yesterday was a little bird whose nest was built on the highest branch. Its feathers had not yet matured, so it could not fly away; it only chirped in the nest every day, and two old birds The birds were talking, and they all felt very happy. This morning, it woke up.The two old birds had gone for food.It poked its head out and looked, and saw the bright sunshine, the lush green trees, and the beautiful scenery on the earth; its little brain was suddenly filled with new ideas, and it flew to the branches with a flick of its feathers, releasing the praise of "nature" "The singing came.Its voice is full of Qing-Light-Harmony, and when singing, it seems that "nature" is also listening with a smile.

There were many children under the tree. When they heard the singing, they all raised their heads to look at it—this little bird came out to sing every day, and the children also came to listen to it every day. Finally, they wanted to catch it. It's out again!It was about to make a sound, when suddenly there was a snort, and a marble was shot from below, and it turned over and fell from the tree. Two old birds flew over like arrows, caught it, and took it to the nest.Its blood fell drop by drop from the gap in the tree to the ground. From then on the singing stopped. Those children wanted to look up at it and listen to its singing, but they couldn't.

(This article was originally published in Beijing Morning Post on August 28, 1920.)