Suddenly she heard a faint chirping sound, her eyes lit up, and she ran back to the nest, and when she looked around, oh, the little one had pecked through the eggshell and poked out his furry little head

She was so happy that she leaned down and gently touched the head of the young bird with her long beak, which had a pinch of pale blue fluff on its head, like its father.

Her heart was beating, it was a little green-capped crane!

The young bird struggled to break the remaining eggshells, and when he had come out of the little house where his freedom was confined, he shook with joy in front of his mother, who had not yet had time to see the child's face, and the young bird was already staggering on the ground, and he made a childish chirping sound as he ran.

She gently pulled the young bird back with her long beak, your baby has just been born so naughty, won't it make a fuss when it is a little older? She leaned over and combed the wet fluff of the young bird, huh! Life is wonderful, I laid an egg, but now he has become a bird, and maybe in a few months, he will become a crane and taller than me

There was steady footsteps behind her, and she knew it was the bird's father who had returned.

The footsteps were rapid, the blue-capped crane spit out the fish in its mouth, walked quickly to her side and joined her, leaned down to clean the fluff for the young bird, the young bird chirped impatiently, ran out of the caress circle of the parents' long beak, ran back and forth on the ground, she looked at him helplessly, his eyes were deeply doting, and rubbed her head with a long neck.

After the young bird wandered for a while, his footsteps came down, he shook the fluff on his body proudly, and turned back to send a loud greeting to his parents.

She was excited, making soft harmonies in her mouth and rubbing her long neck against the child.

The blue-capped crane spreads its wide wings and protects the mother and child in its arms, and she leans on his warm chest and feels very happy, and the young birds circle around the tips of their parents, and from time to time make loud chirps.

Together, they carefully fed the young birds, and took him to swim in the shallow water on the river beach every day.

Half a month later, she suddenly fell ill without warning, just sat all day long, did not eat or drink, he was very anxious, caught a lot of fresh and tender small fish for her, and fed her mouth himself, but she just chirped, and then hung her head listlessly.

She quickly lost weight, her snow-like feathers turned a dull gray, and her eyes began to become cloudy, and he kept touching her with his long neck, and flapping her with his wings, and she knew that he was worried about her, and she wanted to get better quickly, and then, as before, she went to swim and play in the river with his father and son, but his body was soft, and he just didn't obey him.

The young bird kept circling around his mother's feet, he gently clicked on his mother's emaciated long feet with his beak from time to time, these days the mother always hung her head and sat in the nest, not taking him to the shallow water to learn to swim as in the past, her half-squinted eyes looked at the young bird with a frustrated look, her heart was very painful, so she lowered her head and gently rubbed the head of the young bird, for some reason, there was a burst of unspeakable sourness in her heart.

The blue-capped crane has stopped going out to fish these days, he sat quietly beside her and guarded, for fear that the young birds would chirp and quarrel with her to rest, so he simply kicked the young birds out of the nest, and the aggrieved young birds had to go to the water alone, learn from their father's appearance, and put their long beaks into the water to find small shrimp and small fish to feed their stomachs.

The blue-capped crane carefully groomed her tarnished feathers with his long beak, and his mouth let out a low chirp to soothe his emaciated lover.

She listened silently to his hoarse chirp, as if he were telling her an old, poignant story, her head and neck hanging limply on his broad back, half-asleep and half-awake.

Gradually, she fell asleep, and in her dream was a floating verdant, in which there were two figures leaning on each other, and she looked at them stupidly, as if she did not realize it.

Sleepiness struck, she felt that her eyelids were heavy, and she tried her best to open her eyes that were about to close, but sleepiness was like a mountain, heavy, and she was powerless to resist.

The sad and lingering flute sounded in her ears, whimpering, lovesick to the bone, she suddenly wanted to cry, but at this moment she didn't even have the strength to cry, and a little light jumped out of her body, slowly, slowly disappeared into the sky.

The young bird came back with a small fish in his mouth, and he went up to his father, raised his head, and hissed sadly.

The blue-capped crane just stared at the direction in which the light disappeared, motionless.

The blue-crowned crane sat on the ground in despair, her soul had broken away from the red-crowned crane's body, turned into smoke and dust, and wandered in the sky for many years before waiting for a look back at her soul, but it still scattered but did not gather, and two round tears poured out from the blue-crowned crane's eyes and dripped on the wet river beach.

The calm waters of the river boiled in an instant, and the river swelled a thousand feet, overflowing the plains, washing away the forests, and drowning all the living beings living on them.

It's another vicissitudes of life, and the stars are changing.

She is forty nine this year, because of the poverty of the family when she was young, she was sent in by the family at the age of thirteen, cut her hair for a nun, looking for a way to live, there were more than 30 nuns in this nunnery in the past, and the incense was also quite prosperous, but since fifteen years ago, there was a war in Zhongzhou, the war spread here, affecting people's livelihoods, plus the wind and rain were not smooth, the harvest was not good, and slowly this nunnery was also dilapidated, some of the nuns died of old age, a little sick and died, a little vulgar marriage, a few years later, she was the only one left in the nunnery to survive.

Her family is long gone, she has nowhere to go, this nunnery is her home.

She had decided to die here of old age.

In the early morning, when the morning sun shines through the clouds into the first rays of morning light, she opens the door of the nunnery and rings a cloud drum, and in the evening, when the jackdaws on the trees are croaking, she hits the old bronze bell on the front hall, and then closes the door of the nunnery, lights a dim oil lamp, and recites scriptures in the main hall.

In recent years, people have lived a life of fear and hunger, and there are naturally very few pilgrims who come to burn incense, and the incense oil tank has been empty for many years.

There is an industry behind the nunnery, which is a field of about 20 acres, which has been rented to a foreigner for more than 30 years to cultivate, and collects ten quintals of rice and sweet potatoes as rent every year.

Now she is the only one left in the nunnery, and the foreigners still pay the rice and sweet potatoes on time, she said to the outsiders, one person can't eat so much, and the annual rent will be halved in the future, and the excess grain rice and sweet potatoes will be sold in the market, but the outsiders just shake their heads and refuse.

As in the past, he put the fresh green beans on the steps in front of the nunnery every morning, and she felt that she couldn't go, so she decided to go to the house to boil a nest of gruel in person on the first and fifteenth days of the new year, and give it to the lonely and widowed elderly people nearby.

Her strength was weak, and she couldn't move the big iron pot in the room alone, so she could only go to the well to draw a bucket of water, and with difficulty she went to the room, poured water into the pot one by one, and washed the iron pot that had not been used for many years. ”

He brought the big iron pot to the well, washed it, and she followed him, clasping her hands together with some nervousness: "Donor, I'll come, you are busy working in the field!" ”

He raised his head, and the deep and shallow wrinkles on his face were full of sincerity: "Master, you can't be busy alone, I have cultivated the fields of the nunnery for many years, and now the nunnery wants to cook porridge and give alms, this is a good deed, why should I come over to help?" There is no one in the palace to take care of it, you better go back, the porridge will be cooked later, you will have to work all day, you will be tired enough. ”

She was silent, watching him wash rice, chop wood, and make a fire with his hands and feet, and suddenly felt that he was just in the way when he stood in the room, so she gave a salute and left a sentence: "There is a labor almsgiver" and went back to the front hall to sweep the fallen leaves.

She was really tired enough on this day, there were too many hungry people nearby, many people were living a life of eating grass roots and wild vegetables, and a bowl of soft white porridge was the food they dreamed of. A pot of white porridge bottomed out in a moment, looking at the people who couldn't get the porridge under the steps and refused to leave with a broken bowl, she was very sorry and decided to boil two more pots of porridge, he seemed to see through her thoughts, and without waiting for her to speak, he went back to the room to get busy.

On this day, she gave a total of nine pots of white porridge, although she didn't have to cook it herself, but she kept scooping porridge for the empty bowl in front of her in the front hall, which was tiring enough.

When the twilight was shrouded and the last pot of porridge was at the bottom, she put down her spoon tiredly, folded her hands and said to the people who were still lingering in front of the steps: "Everyone, please go back, on the fifteenth day, the main nunnery will continue to give porridge, and every month in the future, knowing that on the day of the poor nunnery, everyone can rest assured." ”

The crowd dispersed in twos and threes, and she walked down the steps to tidy up the messy courtyard.

A sweet smell wafted into her nose, she swallowed her saliva, and woke up, she hadn't eaten a drop of water that day.

Raising her eyes, she saw the honest foreigner, who was holding a bowl full of white porridge in his hand.

"Here, it's still hot, come and eat."

"Isn't it all done?"

"No, I left a little, come here, you're tired enough today."