Chapter 25 "Oriole"

A flash of color flew up the tree. "Look, an oriole!" someone said. Lifting the tip of its tail, it makes no sound, The splendor illuminates the thick— Like spring, like fire, like passion, Waiting for it to sing, we watch silently, Afraid to startle it.But when it spread its wings, Break through the thick, into a colorful cloud; It flew, disappeared, disappeared— Like spring, flames, like enthusiasm. ①The time of writing is unknown. It was first published on February 10, 1930, No. 12, Volume 2, of the "New Moon" monthly magazine, under the genus Xu Zhimo.