That year, the students were crazy to the extreme-overwhelming posters and screaming slogans made the school restless. Later, criticism turned into struggle, and struggle turned into beating. Dare the students hit the teacher? ! There has been barbarism unheard of for thousands of years, which is really a year of troubled times.
But there is also a paradise-Tianzhu Mountain in the eastern suburb of Shenyang.
There is a nursing home for employees in the deep forest of Tianzhu Mountain. My classmate Quincy's father is a doctor there, and Quincy's home is destined to be in this beautiful nature.
One day in early spring last year, in order to get rid of all kinds of boredom caused by dropping out of school, I decided to ask him to play in the mountains.
Walking into the family courtyard of the sanatorium, I saw a bird net standing at the door of the residential building. Xi Kun is busy repairing damage on the Internet.
"It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar." Seeing me, Kun was filled with joy. "You're just in time. I'm going to catch birds soon, and I'm short of help! " He said to me anxiously.
We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we're not like the students at school-we've grown taller, blown black and played wild.
"Do you still go to school?" Sikun looked up at the sky and asked. I know it's spying on birds. He became an expert in bird catching and never went to school to take part in that "movement".
I can't help shivering at the thought of the turmoil in the school and the scene where the teacher was criticized with a sign.
"I didn't go to school long ago."
My answer made Xi Kun very happy. He must want me to be a "hunter" and hope that we have the same interests and find happiness in Xanadu.
"This is a five-level bird net. Yesterday, I got more than a dozen yellowbirds at a time. " Xi Kun proudly introduced me, and there was a trace of joy in her angular mouth. "My family has a brass mouth, a wax mouth, tits, yellowbirds and a peaceful bird." He is like a treasure, and he never hides his wealth.
Walking into his bedroom, a wall was really covered with birdcages. I can't name any of those yellow-billed birds, white-billed birds, round-billed birds and pointed-billed birds.
Quincy handed me a chopstick-shaped stick and caught a big bird with a thin chain around its neck from the cage.
"This is a peaceful bird. I will give it to you as a mascot."
He tied the other end of the bird chain to one end of the stick, then raised his hand and threw the bird up. He saw the bird spread its wings lightly and landed firmly among the sticks.
I took the peaceful bird. Holding a stick in one hand and stroking the soft feathers on its back in the other, I can't put it down.
The Taiping bird is smaller than the pigeon, with a dark brown neck, a gray abdomen, a crested head, bright feathers and clean hair. The black eye socket is inlaid with a pair of bright round eyes, and the most attractive thing is that the wings are lined with several colorful flowers; The bird of peace is simple and dignified, serene and steady; Beauty is not arrogant, refined but not arrogant; Auspicious and rich, magnificent. Facing the ingenuity of the creator, it is amazing.
We walked together on the winding mountain road. In the early spring, the vegetation of Tianzhu Mountain was restored, and the army of migratory birds flew from the horizon and then rushed to the ancient forest where they were raised. Birds don't think a big net can bring them any bad luck.
After walking for about half an hour, we chose to set up a bird net with bamboo poles among the trees in a ravine. There is a birdcage hanging next to the net. There is a crowing yellowbird in the cage, and the bird catcher calls the caged bird "bird oil".
"Bird Wanderer" is a hunter's helper bird, which is used to lure similar birds into the net. Migratory birds are birds that move in groups. The yellowbird in the cage will keep singing because it is out of the group. Occasionally heard by a large group of similar birds, they will fly in groups. At this time, the hunter rushed out at the right time, and the birds would fall into the net one by one.
We sat on the floor of a hidden place not far from the bird net, and Sikun looked around secretly and listened from time to time. He is really a bird catcher. He can judge which birds have arrived according to the season and the noise in the depths of the forest.
I looked at this peaceful bird in my hand. It held its head high and its proud head kept turning. I think it may be looking for its own flock.
"Is the Taiping bird also' bird oil'?" I asked.
"It's useless, it doesn't want to scream, and it's useless to bring it!" He replied.
It seems that Sikun doesn't like this peaceful bird and disdains it.
I am really glad that this bird of peace is "incompetent". If it is dry "bird oil", who can give it away?
I respect the nobility of this bird of peace, and even if I am left out by my master, I will never betray my "compatriots". Think of the slogan "Down with the big traitor, down with the big traitor" that can be heard all over the street at the foot of the mountain. Isn't the behavior of "bird wanderer" also a traitor and traitor?
"Down with the Bird Wanderer!" I blurted out and subconsciously shouted.
"ah! Ah! Hi-Kun shouted with his thighs lined up. It turned out that my casual shouts scared away a group of yellowbirds.
It's depressing. I feel guilty.
There is no sound of birds. It is said that birds like to forage in the morning, and when foraging, they scurry around and are easy to be hunted. It's afternoon, the birds are full and resting. I'm afraid it's hard to catch them at present.
Lying on the barren hills full of spring. The rolling mountains are scrambling to release a little hot air, such as fog and smoke, which rises into the air; The tender grass in the forest is sprouting, sending out the unique fragrance of wild mountains.
"Does the Taiping bird sing well?" I asked. I haven't heard the sound of a peaceful bird until now.
"It's hard to hear." Si Kun gave an answer.
"Call it, call it ..." I touched the tip of the Taiping bird with my forefinger and kept teasing.
"Green, green, green" The Taiping bird flapped its wings and called twice. Yes, compared with its beautiful appearance, the peaceful bird has no euphemistic crow, and its voice is really flattering.
The spring breeze is blowing, stirring thousands of branches, swirling in the deep valleys of mountains and making a rushing sound. The wind excited the Taiping bird. It combs its feathers, jumps left and right, and flutters its wings to fly. When it spread its wings unconsciously, I saw the colorful stripes on its wings and the bright and unique red candle spots. Its beauty is hidden, secret and mysterious.
"You are its teacher! Going home for training, Taiping Bird can complete the juggling program of playing cards and holding coins. " Xi Kun saw that I like Taiping birds so much and gave me a new topic.
"Being a bird's teacher is better than being a human teacher." I said to myself.
Who wanted to be a teacher in those days?
I remembered the head teacher-the stern "old ning tou"; Think of the Russian teacher-smiling teacher Dong; I think of the Chinese teacher-the learned "Qu Xiucai" ... none of these teachers left, and they were all knocked down.
"President Sun died last year! Do you know? " Sikun asked me, as if he was also thinking about the "troubled times" at the foot of the mountain.
"I know."
"Said he was a capitalist roader?"
"I heard that it is!"
In the summer and autumn of that year, there was a sudden shout on campus, "President Sun is dead! President Sun is dead! " . I ran out of the school gate with the crowd and went straight to the Mangniu River in the south of the school.
The weather is sultry and irritable, and the river is moaning softly. When it slowly flows through a bend, it holds up the rotting body of the principal.
The headmaster committed suicide. Not far from the upper reaches of the river, a headmaster drank an empty bottle.
We are silent.
The Taiping bird cocked its head, bulging its eyes and quietly looked at the gray sky.
Levin sank into the forest, and the forest was full of primitive game. Tianzhu Mountain looked at the outside world sullenly, as if he were reprimanding, mocking and mocking. Suddenly, a feeling of grief and indignation came to my mind.
On the barren hills far away from the crowd, it can produce inexplicable wildness. I really want to howl like a wolf, and I really don't want to go back to that crazy campus at the foot of the mountain; I used to have pure, simple and kind blood, and there was no room for ugliness and cruelty in my eyes. Every time I see the scene of criticizing the teacher, it's like a sharp arrow piercing my heart and blood gurgling.
The wind is strong and the earthquake is ringing. The peaceful bird around me, can you be a god bird to calm the disaster-spread your wings and run to the sky, shaking off the magical colorful feathers. Use magical brilliance and magic to change our troubled school and bring us to a peaceful and prosperous era?
The Taiping bird stood motionless on the stick, and the thin chain around its neck limited its freedom. He is a bird and has no thoughts, otherwise he will meditate and get angry.
"Will the Taiping bird die?" I asked.
"Don't forget to feed the bugs!" Sikun said, and took out a piece of baked sweet potato from his pocket. "I can't find bugs to feed this." He grabbed a pinch of melon pulp, rubbed it into an adult shape, raised his hand and threw it at the Taiping bird, only to see that the bird cocked its head and quickly put it in its mouth.
I remember there was an animal class in junior high school. I only remember that birds are rectal animals. In order to fly easily, food and feces rarely accumulate in the intestines. This time I learned some bird knowledge from Kun's mouth. Like a pointed-billed bird, it eats worms, while a round-billed bird eats grains. Although the Taiping bird is a pointed-billed bird, it is an omnivore. It likes to eat seeds and fruits of various plants. During the breeding season, peaceful birds will eat more insects, while in winter and spring, they will eat the fruits of various plants. In winter, when food is scarce, they often eat dried fruits left on branches.
I was hungry, but I still didn't catch a bird. We closed the net and returned.
Xi Kun complained that my arrival distracted him and that it was boring to catch birds up the mountain. I found this day quiet and unforgettable.
I couldn't sleep that night.
My friends Quincy, Wugang Bird Net and the quiet mountain forest are still in front of my eyes. I fantasize that I am rooted in a mountain and turned into a tree, sheltering the weak birds with dense branches and leaves; Imagine that you are attached to the hillside and become a grass, clinging to the solid land in the storm and mud flow, and the green remains after the storm. ...
1968 I received a notice to go to the countryside. A month before I left, the Taiping bird died quietly for some reason. This popular bird flew to President Sun's world with helplessness and regret.
The body of the Taiping bird is still so serene, beautiful and full of charm. I dug a small hole in the backyard and buried the dead bird solemnly.
My eyes were moist and I remembered the bumpy road I was about to embark on-full of hardships and uncertain good and bad luck.