Speaking of the topic of "Three Spring Birds", it reminds me of my own innocent days.
That summer, my friends and I went to the jungle by the river to practice "kung fu" with a homemade slingshot. We focused and quickly searched for birds that were resting on the branches, tree after tree, tree ......
*Smack!"The rhythmic sound of turtledoves flapping their wings was heard in the air. The turtledove police felt that it did not fly directly to the nest tied to the branch of the bitter tree, but first circled around the bamboo forest a few times, and then landed on the plane tree very casually, and then turned its small posture very casually to look around, reconnoiter and reconnoiter the "enemy situation", and found that there was no danger, and with a "snap", a dive, shot towards the bitter tree, and stayed firmly on the branch at the door of the "home".
The setting sun slanted through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating the turtledoves in a colorful light. As soon as the clever little ones saw the figure of their mother, they stretched their necks and screamed affectionately, and their goose-yellow mouths opened upward, and the turtledove mother quickly sent the food she caught into the child's mouth, and then, looking at the well-behaved child with pity, it was a mother's love that was not inferior to that of humans!
Pull the slingshot, aim, fire ......
The mother turtledove fell to the ground in a panic, and we ran over to see that the base of one of her legs had been torn and blood was flowing. Looking at the trembling turtledove mother, my distressed tears flowed down.
When I raised my head, the lonely chirping of birds in the jungle came and went, which made the sad atmosphere of the scene particularly rich. At this time, like an old man who has made a mistake, I repeat endlessly: "I'm sorry!".I'm sorry!Then, carefully, the mother turtledove was placed on the haystack, hoping that it would return to her child as soon as possible.
The children did not know that the disaster was coming, but they still supported their unstable calves, and tried to stand or moveSometimes, like a drunken man limping with heavy steps, staggering forward;Sometimes, they curl up in the nest and wait patiently for their mother to return......
I wonder if this is a single-parent family or if their father is irresponsible. That night, in the quiet countryside, from time to time there was a heart-rending "coo-coo" wail of the turtledove child. The voice was like a cry, like a cry, more like a roar. How they longed for their mother's predation to return, and how they longed for their mother to send some food to wrap their stomachs!
The next day, we went to play under the bitter tree, and the feathers swirled and fell from the nest as if they could not support it. I didn't dare to look at the turtledove child's painful struggle, but when I thought of the moment when it was difficult to breathe, as soon as I heard the miserable voice, the thoughts buried deep in my heart were entwined in my body, and the cry in my ears suddenly turned into a faint sad song, and the boundless pain spread in my body, drowning me with shame.
Looking at the helplessness of the vivid and lovely little lives in the face of harm and death threats, inexplicable sadness quickly rose from the bottom of my heart. I pity their plight and sympathize with their situation, but there is nothing I can do now.
Turtle doves are flesh and blood creatures like us, with the instinct of survival, full of yearning and love for life, however, their future is buried under our slingshot. There are even adults who sigh, can't fight, can't fight!Even the three spring birds are beaten, just like beating their own parents, or they are not people!
Later, when I saw the birds at the table, I would think of the adult turtledove that we had wounded, and of the fledglings with yellow eyes on both sides of their mouths, small heads, big bellies, and pink ...... their bodiesThe chopsticks would slip off my hands, and the birds in the crockpot seemed to suddenly come back to life, crawling out like bugs, crawling everywhere and unable to clean up.
I am not a believer in Buddhism, and I have never thought of protecting birds to increase longevity, but in my heart, every adult bird is a father and mother, and behind them, there is a group of chicks waiting to be fed in the nest. If the parents are gone, it will be difficult for them to live anymore, and it may well mean that a nest of chicks will die without parental care.
Birds originally lived happily in the jungle, river beach or field, wandering between the woods, fields and rivers, enjoying carefree love and joy, and often smiling at humans in the sun and breeze. However, we are trying to attack them in every possible way, causing them to lose their freedom and happiness, and even to give their precious lives.
The advent of every life has brought more or less emotion and joy to these thousands of worlds, and the beauty and preciousness of life are due to the cherishing and love of companions or human beings around them. I believe that if we can cherish their lives, it will definitely not only be a good deed of our own, but also the freedom, love and life of countless living beings.
Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky. "Since ancient times, literati and ink writers have always been indispensable in their poetry and paintings, and birds have become a symbol of poetry and painting in people's minds. It is a pity that human beings have indiscriminately hunted and killed, and a huge family of birds has gradually declined, some species have been endangered or even extinct, and the common magpies and owls have become rare. There are more and more birds on the table, but there are fewer and fewer birds in the sky. "Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths and people disappear", this is the truest portrayal of the consequences of hunting birds!
Man is the soul of all things", which is the basic positioning of Confucianism on human values. I think that's what human beings boast about. You are the spirit of all things, and all things do not admit it!They see us as perhaps the worst of all things, eating the eggs of the birds, eating the birds of the three springs, and eating all the animals they can catch. Human, bad!Too bad!(Nine full).