Chapter 2 1. A bird can only miss another bird in its song

Once upon a time, in order to get a job in Neverland, I worked hard to learn bird language.This is really an embarrassing thing, because at my age, it is already a little difficult to learn a language.However, I can't succumb to my laziness again. This time I made up my mind, hung on the beam, studied hard, and made an oath that even after going through all kinds of hardships, I must learn the language of birds.The hard work paid off. After a few months, although I still can't fully communicate with the birds, it is no longer a problem to listen to the birds' language. Outside my window there are several Brazilian kapok trees, a kind of tree that likes to bloom. It is full of flowers and leaves all year round. There are several birds living in the trees, and they chirp and chirp every day.I used to like them very much, and thought their voices were pleasant, and it was a pleasure to hear them talk every morning.But since learning the bird language, the situation has changed a lot, because the male birds tell pornographic jokes every day, while the female birds keep spreading gossip news from the entertainment industry, they are noisy every day, I can't bear it!One day, I went down to the tree and told them that silence is golden, but oh my god!They just laughed at my inaccurate pronunciation of the bird's language, and didn't take my strong protest seriously!

The green summer passed, the golden autumn passed, and the white winter passed, and then, the colorful spring finally arrived.Spring is such a beautiful season!All the plants that grow on the earth are in bloom, whether it is grass or trees, their leaves are very green, and the air is full of the fragrance of love. At this time, a little bird that could sing came out of my window. I learned from the comments of the mother birds that not every bird can sing, and not every bird that can sing can sing well. Those lucky birds who sing well fly to the high Gao's branches went to sing praises, and some other singers became famous singers.It sounds like all mother birds dream of being a singer, for the singer birds are worth a hundred dollars and have countless suitors, and they tour from city to city, and live in cages of gold, in cages adorned with crystals and diamonds. Five-star hotel overnight.

The new bird is named Yaya.It had been a well-known name in the bird papers—there was a time when little birds learning to fly went mad at the name, and flocked to her shadow at the sight of it.But now, how lonely she was!Day after day, I saw Yaya standing on a leaf for a long time and sadly, in a daze, silent, as if she could not hear the gossip around her at all.As for me, because I was extremely poor and bored, I sat by the window every day, listening to the noisy gossip news of the mother birds. According to the mother birds, Yaya is completely dead now.As for the reason for being out of breath, it may be because of a disgraceful love affair, or it may be because she said something that should not be said on an inappropriate occasion—in short, she has committed a taboo that the public cannot forgive, so she I can no longer sing on the lively stage.No matter how well a bird sings, once it dies, it is worthless, the prosperity it once had is gone forever, and no one will remember it again—this is just a thing in the entertainment circle. It's just an ordinary and cruel thing.

Day after day, I pay attention to the stories of the birds in the entertainment industry, and feel that I have fallen completely. I think of the dreams I once had, and I want to spend my whole life pursuing the ideal of truth, beauty, and love... But now, my life seems to be getting farther and farther away from my dream... Could it be that the real me is not as noble and beautiful as I imagined?Am I just like those boring mother birds, just one of the three aunts and six wives who pay attention to other people's privacy all day long? Although Yaya has passed away in disgrace in the entertainment circle of birds, I am liking this lonely little bird more and more.She would come to my window every morning, stand sadly on a branch in the wind and sing unrequitedly. Throughout March, I heard her buff singing.Yaya is such a great singer!She can sing every song deeply, and the ordinary feelings in pop songs are deeply moving in her singing.She sang about the small mountain road her lover walked on, about the old clothes her lover wore, about the drizzle she was drenched in by her lover, and about the fireworks released from her lover's hands on an ordinary night in the past... She sang Singing non-stop, singing everything related to lovers!She must be singing about an unforgettable love in the past—every bit of happiness—that happy path, that happy dress, that happy drizzle, that happy firework …Because she sang so movingly, every time her singing sounded, all the mother birds who had destroyed her closed their mouths and listened quietly.I also put down the work in my hands, and I almost forgot everything in the singing!Every time Yaya gets tired from singing and stops, I will find tears streaming down my cheeks.

Ah, Yaya, it is your song that evokes the deepest thoughts in my heart!In your incomparably beautiful singing, the dreams that have stopped in my heart spread their wings and fly again!Yaya, is it because you have the same thoughts and dreams hidden in your heart?Yaya, is it because you also have a love that can never be realized?Maybe, maybe I can understand your pain!Ah, the poor, tormented little bird!Your little heart must not be able to bear such strong feelings!Maybe it's because you can't bear it that you have to keep singing! The days when I listened to Yaya singing, I gradually regained my previous beliefs.I stopped reading the entertainment pages of the paper, and I mixed my paints and started painting again.Just as Yaya can express her love in her songs, I can certainly express the beauty in my heart in my paintings.I concentrate on painting and feel that I am moving step by step in the direction of my dream.I really want to have a good talk with Yaya—maybe, we can be friends? ——This desire grew stronger and stronger, so that one evening, I took the liberty of going under the tree and whispered her name:

"Ya Ya." But Yaya looked at me in horror, and suddenly flew away like an arrow! "Haha, hahahaha..." The other birds on the tree laughed wildly.It turned out that my bird language was so bad that it scared Yaya away! I went home annoyed, made a cup of tea, and opened the balcony door.At this time, I was surprised to find that Yaya was standing quietly on my rose branch, and she said to me: "Hello!" I was flattered to find out she was actually talking to me.Yaya went on to say: "You know what? A bird can only miss another bird in song." This topic was a bit abrupt, and I couldn't think of an answer, so I just kept silent.

"A bird," Yaya said, "sometimes she's talking, sometimes she's eating worms, sometimes she's building a nest, sometimes she's sleeping, sometimes she's not even doing anything, she doesn't move, like As if it didn't matter...but she was thinking about the other bird, and she was thinking about the other bird without stopping..." "..." Because I am not good at comforting others, I really can't say anything, and I feel very uneasy. "But she can't do anything." A small tear dripped from her round eyes, and the tears of longing were lighter than feathers and more crystal clear than pearls.

"She can only sing, non-stop singing. After singing one song after another." Yaya ignored me, she didn't look at me at all, and just continued on by herself. "It's good to be able to sing too." I said weakly. "Honestly, how well you sing! It's because of your song that I started dreaming again-to be honest, listening to you sing is my dream." The happiest thing of the day." "You only hear my voice! Can you hear my heart? How sad is my heart! If my sad heart can bring you joy, if my sad heart can bring him Happy..." Yaya stretched out a wing, and caught the teardrop that just fell with a snow-white feather, but the tear still slipped to the ground and broke.

"I know." I said pretending to be profound, "Once true love enters a heart, it occupies there. No matter how hard you drive it away, it will never leave. True love is everywhere Everywhere. Missing always returns to your heart, as if your heart is its home, and it returns home to be with you every day.” I am complacent about being able to say this. I never imagined that I could say such philosophical words in a hurry.Ah, those noisy mother birds must not be able to say such things! I waited for Yaya to answer, but she didn't speak for a long time.She just stood blankly on a thin rose thorn, seemingly forgetting about me.Then she jumped on a branch outside.Then she sang, Yaya's singing is the most beautiful voice I have ever heard, I dare say that Faye Wong's singing is not one hundred thousandth of hers, and my heart was brought by her song Magical situation.

Yaya didn't sing about her frustrated love today, she sang about her hometown, her childhood, and her many childhood dreams.In her song, the flowers are blooming quietly, the water is flowing quietly, the beautiful people are sleeping quietly, and only a reed growing in the water is dancing against the wind, with various styles.In the era of the Happy Prince, there was a swallow who was obsessed with her and missed the date of migration. She was loved so proudly. After Yaya sang this song, I invited her to drink bitter green tea.Later, the stars and the moon came out. "Goodbye." Yaya flew away, and I watched her fly towards the moon, flying higher and higher, as if she had flown into the moon.

After that, I never saw her again...