Swallow 2013-1-1421:36

When I was writing a novel today, I accidentally wrote about Swallow, and suddenly remembered a long memory from more than ten years ago. www.biquge.info children in the city may never know what a swallow is, let alone see the scene of a swallow nesting in the mud, and even I haven't seen it for more than ten years.

When I was a child, many tiled buildings in the village had swallow nests, on the wooden board of the eaves at the door, a small mud nest, swallows flew in and out, people stood on the threshold and looked up to see them, got up in the morning to go to early reading, the sun rose, swallows also flew out to find food, in the afternoon after school home, the sun set, people went home, swallows also returned to the nest. People and birds live together in a harmonious and intimate relationship that does not disturb each other.

At that time, I was still in elementary school, I deeply remember that there was a poem in the Chinese class, called "Yongliu", the spring breeze in February is like scissors, there is an illustration next to it, painting a willow tree, a few swallows fly freely, sometimes when class, there are really swallows flying outside the window, full of spring breath, I envy them to be able to fly in the sky, small eyes full of yearning.

The blue sky, the white clouds, the emerald green willows, the chirping swallows, these images are real in my hometown, and I grew up in such an environment. But now? That memory is a long time ago, and I often wonder if the slogan of the Shanghai World Expo, can the city really make life better? I don't feel that although I can go to the movies, concerts, and exhibitions in the city, when I go out every day and look up, I can't see the swallows flying in and out of the eaves, I can't see them breaking through the rain curtain to return to the nest when it rains, and I can't see them standing side by side on the power lines in the evening to welcome me home.

In the past few days, there has been a lot of fog in the city, and there are discussions in the news and microblogs, and when I breathe poisonous gas, I miss my hometown, the blue sky, the white clouds, the emerald green willows, and the chirping swallows flying by.