The vicissitudes of the sea, the vicissitudes of the mulberry fields

The sharp mountains are slowly razed into the vast and boundless verdant plains, the flat grasslands instantly turn into bottomless oceans, the dense forests turn into endless deserts, the wind and sand rise, covering the sky and the sun, the clouds in the sky are scattered, sometimes pouring heavy rain, sometimes the breeze is refreshing, one after another, one after another, no thing can last forever, only the time that repeats itself, does not retreat, does not flinch, like quiet flowing water, bubbling and flowing.

The sea swelled with terrifying waves that were more than a thousand feet high, and the silent volcano erupted with scorching flames, and the water overflowed, flooding the entire land, completely destroying all the qiē above, and then the water also dried up, and the earth cracked into countless cracks, and thousands of miles were scorched yellow

The land that had been silent for thousands of years, suddenly there was a noisy sound on this day, and this sound slowly spread, a year, two years and another ten million years.

Swimming fish finally appeared in the crystal clear sea, large and small, strange shapes, they inhabited in the water, played among the seagrass, fought with each other, devoured each other, and then, the powerful remained, and the weak turned into silt in the sea, layer by layer.

There are always some fish that are not willing to be lonely and climb on the beach, look up, hehe, there is a new field in front of you, the air is mellow and fragrant, the fish fall in love with this alternative world, and start a new evolutionary journey is a million years past, in the forest, grassland, swamp, and among the mountains, there are more wild horses running, fierce lions, soaring goshawks, burrowing gophers

She is a beautiful red-crowned crane, the bright red on the top of her head, like a raging fire, she has a long, pale gray-green beak, feathers as clean as snow, it likes to stand in the shallow water by the river, the reflection in the water is graceful, so that the cranes around them are fascinated.

She is a proud, lonely, with a touch of sadness red-crowned cranes, do not like to live with other cranes, she has lived a life of isolation for many years, every time the afterglow of the sunset falls on the river, bringing out the golden light, she will walk on slender long legs, strolling in the shallow water, many of the same kind with envious looks, approaching her, stretching her neck and rubbing, to show friendship, but she flutters and spreads her wings and flies away, disdainful of playing with them.

She danced lonely in the shallow water, making a high-pitched chirping sound that drifted across the river with the breeze rolling across the river, and the other red-crowned cranes that were foraging on the river raised their heads in unison and made a pleasant chorion, and she stopped in disappointment, and spread her wings and flew farther into the shallows.

At night, it perched lonely in the reeds by the river, half-squinting at the deep and distant night sky with its round and clear eyes, dotted with stars, and faintly visible thin ribbons of clouds and mist around the sky, it looked at it for a while, and then curled its head into its wings and went to sleep.

Do birds have dreams?

She didn't know, but whenever she was sleepy, she always heard a melodious music, and when she listened to it, she would fall into a deep sleep and have no dreams all night.

When she woke up early this morning, feeling a little hungry, she went to the river to feed, and there were many small fish as long as fingers in the water, and her beak happily followed the cunning little fish that tried to swim back into the deep water, and saw that there was still a millimeter away from picking up the little fish, and suddenly a long beak came over without warning, and took her breakfast in her mouth.

She was angry, not to bully the bird like this, it was obvious that I saw her first fluttering and flapping its beautiful wings, making a sharp protest sound.

Three feet away, there was a full-grown red-crowned crane with a sturdy physique, shiny coat, no, it wasn't a red-crowned crane, because the feathers on its top weren't red.

The beautiful bunch, in the sunlight, shimmered with a verdant color that amazed her.

This is a red-crowned, no, blue-crowned crane? I've never seen it!

He walked over to her and brought the fish in his beak to her mouth, and she looked at him in a bit of a daze, only to find that he was much taller than herself.

He flapped her lightly with his wings, and the force was just right, as if it was just a soft breeze blowing her feathers, and she was a little angry, obviously you robbed my fish, why did you run over and behave?

The fresh fishy smell of the fish stimulated her appetite, and she involuntarily opened her mouth, and his long beak was sent forward, and the fish fell into her mouth, and she swallowed it with a grunt.

Can birds feel shy? No, because she was really hungry today, and besides, she found the little fish first, and he was just doing more.

She smashed her mouth, ignoring the predator, and searched the water again, the little fish was too small for her to eat.

There was another quacking cry beside her, and she looked up impatiently, shook off the water that had been stained on her body, and strode to the other side of the shallows.

The blue-capped crane followed her, flapping his wings from time to time, hoping that she would look back.

Feeling a little bored, she turned around and chirped to warn the undesirable guy.

Suddenly she was a little stunned, and in the bright sun, the blue-capped crane was walking towards her with a small fish, and he came to her side, and gently patted her body like Fang Cai, and her whole body trembled for no reason, and she opened her mouth obediently.

After swallowing the second small fish, she remembered the question of politeness, so she spread her wings and happily turned around twice in front of the blue-capped crane brother to show her gratitude.

He seemed pleased, standing quietly in the water and watching her dance for him.

There were a few red-crowned cranes next to her who saw her dancing, and immediately ran over to talk to her, knowing that this cold and arrogant, beautiful red-crowned crane has always danced alone in shallow water, and has never shown her graceful and perfect body in front of her kind

Today, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and she is showing a beautiful dance in front of everyone for the first time, and her white and innocent feathers sparkle in the sun, which makes their group of single cranes think about it.

But they had only run two paces, and the blue-capped crane, which seemed to never squint at her dancing, swooped down, and with its sharp beak and sharp claws, fiercely attacked the uninteresting birds.

A fight soon ended, dozens of scattered feathers drifted to the middle of the river with the ripples of the river, and the five red-crowned cranes, who had vainly tried to catch a glimpse of her graceful dance, left the quiet waters with their heads hung down and dejected.

The blue-capped crane raised his head to the sky and let out a high chirp, and he turned his head to look at her standing in the water, at a loss.

Under the bright sun, he looked handsome and straight, the jade tree was in the wind, and the green on the top was shining.

Her heart fluttered, and the bird looked pretty good.

Without hesitation, he strode towards her, wrapped his long neck around her, and groaned a gentle and gentle sound from his mouth, and she shy away from his entanglement—could this be the legendary courtship?

He was very enthusiastic and domineering, and chased after her relentlessly, and she was a little frightened, and her long slender legs moved back, trying to get rid of this sudden enthusiasm, and he immediately pressed further, sealing off all her retreats.

He spread his wings and pulled her into his arms to my arms, I have a strong physique, I can shelter you from the wind and rain, catch small fish for you, come to my arms, in the future, you and I will live and fly, do not have to come to my arms alone, we have children, raise a group of cute cranes out

She struggled in vain, but could not escape his powerful shackles.

She was silent, her round eyes were shy, helpless, and accepting, looking at him, his eyes were very gentle, with abyssal affection, glued together with her pure eyes.

She hung her head, and his long neck went around again, and she did not refuse, and naturally catered to his intimacy.

He was very excited, and let out a long roar, a white cloud slowly floated over, blocking the dazzling morning sun, the night was coming, there were no stars in the sky tonight, only a bright moon, under the moon, there were two birds leaning on each other, they were very close, very close

He started nesting because she was pregnant.

He carefully combed the dried reeds and weeds he had collected with his long sharp beak, and could see that he had high requirements for the love nest, which was both soft and comfortable, but also dry and bright, and several times she came to him and wanted to build a nest with him, but he circled them with his wings and carried them back to the shore.

That afternoon, she was a little restless, and her stomach ached from time to time, and she realized that the child who belonged to them was about to leave her mother's body.

She was excited, but also apprehensive, and he seemed to sense it, and from time to time he used his long beak to alienate her feathers, and let out a gentle murmur from his mouth.

In the evening, she finally laid a bloodshot, round egg, and at the moment when the egg broke away from the mother's body, she only felt her whole body collapsed and her head drooped weakly, and he quacked to her, and shoved a fat little fish into her mouth.

They began the careful incubation process, and more than a month later, in the early morning, she walked to the water's edge with her tired body to comb her messy feathers, and he went out fishing early in the morning and has not yet returned.

The cool water slid over the feathers on her body, she squinted her eyes a little comfortably, and the morning sun poked out half of her face from the edge of the distant mountain, red, today is a good day.