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Bird on a City Street: A Meditation on Nature and Humanity

  This is an ordinary road in the city, not in the city center, but it is still bustling and noisy. Shared bicycles are crowded with sidewalks, and street vendors are crowded with the small street opposite. The big parasols and canopy signboards are colorful and attract people’s eyes. For a while, the sound of horns and cries mixed in the clear air in late autumn, crowded and noisy.
  When I parked the car carefully on the side of the road, I found that a “person” had already got there first. In fact, it was not a person, but a bird. It has a spindle shape, a black body, a tuft of hair standing on its slightly longer beak, and big, round eyes revealing a lofty spirit. I don’t know this bird. It was a little wet all over, as if it had just passed through an autumn mist. Standing on the railing, it buried its head in the feathers for a while, combed it repeatedly, and raised its paws for a while to straighten out its messy hair. Occasionally losing its balance, it staggered, its wings spread slightly, and Pu Lenglen grabbed the thin railing that was as thick as a thumb.
  When my car reached the side of the road, the huge metal shell and the sound of the roaring engine didn’t seem to give it the slightest fear. It was still combing its feathers, looking around from time to time with its head tilted, like a farmer working The man raised his head and let out a breath of relief. I got out of the car, and the car door slammed shut with a bang, and the bird suddenly turned around and gave me a sideways glance, as if I was a reckless intruder.
  I thought it was just a temporary stop, and after a short rest, it would jump up and disappear into the bleak and damp autumn air. But after I observed it for a long time, the bird seemed to have no intention of leaving. It kept combing its feathers, one by one, from the abdomen to the two wings, from the back to the tail, earnestly like a young man before an appointment. Meanwhile, on the sidewalk close to the railings, someone lifted his foot and passed by, someone took out his mobile phone to scan the code, and pushed a shared bicycle away. Birds are used to such frantic and anxious movements in the world, and they are not surprised. They are as calm as exercising their muscles and bones in their own back garden.
  I think of “The Sparrow” written by the Russian writer Turgenev. A small sparrow accidentally fell from the nest, and the hunting dog opened its mouth wide. An old sparrow quickly dropped from the tree to protect the calf, sacrificing its own courage, and frightened the hounds into panic with a rough and hoarse voice. The author admires the little, heroic old sparrow, and believes that life comes from love, and love is stronger than death and the fear of death.
  What is the source of this black bird’s calmness and composure? “The birds sing among the flowers, and people play the bamboo qin.” “The flowers cover the ground in front of the eaves, and the birds outside the bamboo peep at people.” The birds’ home is in the secluded forest, in the remote wilderness, and they always maintain a kind of security with the human world. distance. Even if it uses human tools for food or reproduction, it is only on the high eaves or the hidden place of the big tree in front of the door, but when did it become so close to people, without a trace of vigilance?
  In the past, human beings were overconfident in their own wisdom and power, cutting down a forest for short-sighted interests, and destroying empty green land for their own selfishness… In fact, we must maintain the most basic sobriety. Human beings are only a part of nature. A tiny speck of dust in the vast universe should be in awe of the nature that coexists with other creatures. Just as Zhuangzi said: “Heaven and earth have great beauty but don’t talk about it, four seasons have clear laws but don’t talk about it, and all things have a rationale but don’t talk about it. A sage, from the beauty of heaven and earth, reaches the truth of all things. Therefore, when people do nothing, great It is what is meant by looking at the heaven and the earth.” We should bow our heads, live in harmony with all things, and do nothing to achieve greatness.
  When I left, the bird was still standing on the railing, stopped combing its feathers, and watched all the commotion around it leisurely. There was an indescribable beauty. “There is only Jingting Mountain that never tires of seeing each other.” From its relaxed wings and bright eyes, I seem to understand the survival philosophy beyond romance in Li Bai’s poems.

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