The Aesthetic Thoughts of the Turtledove and the Thrush

　　I have carefully observed two kinds of birds and found that they are very aware of beauty.
　　Turtle doves love to rest on the roof and make melodious calls. They stop there either in groups or alone, patiently singing and reading an old song (perhaps an ancestral family motto) over and over again, and sometimes they spend the whole afternoon doing this. On some roofs, they squat for a while, After scribbling a few times, it turned around and flew away, and rarely came here again. why is that? Through comparison, I know the reason: the roofs they don’t want to stay for a long time are mostly those rough and dark houses, and the roofs are also cramped, bland, with no ups and downs and characteristics. It’s not that the turtledove hates the poor and loves the rich, absolutely not. You see, the simple thatched cottages of poor families, the turtledoves like to squat on the grass roofs to chat and sing. They like the cleanliness, softness and fragrance of thatched cottages, and standing on the withered grass, they can see and appreciate more grasses growing in the fields and distant mountains, how pleasant it should be. In most cases, the roofs chosen by turtledoves are bright, generous, clean, and have a wide view; turtledoves also like roofs with proper decoration. Magpies (implying joy), bats (meaning good luck), and sometimes turtledoves. How do you think the turtledove rejoices with so many of its kind, even with itself? The turtledove is simple, clean, and even poor. In its eyes, any showing off of wealth, power, and identity is like a hunter showing off his shotgun and bullets. This makes the turtledove not only afraid, And disgusted. Through observation, I have a little idea of ​​the principle of turtledoves choosing roofs: regardless of rich or poor, but in terms of light and shade, simplicity, generosity, and openness are their first choices.
　　The wild thrush has a simple, petite, and delicate body. People know little about its lifestyle and privacy. When I see it, I mostly see it by rivers, streams, wells, paddy fields, or fields or roads after rain. This is the time for it to drink, eat and play. It always appears where there is water, indicating that it is a kind of water bird. There are many waterfowls on the banks of larger rivers, but I have hardly seen it. I went to the beach several times, in the East China Sea, Yellow Sea and South China Sea. I always pay attention to whether there are thrushes. I remember when I was very young, there were always a few little thrushes jumping and chirping on the water well in the village all the year round. When they saw people carrying water, they didn’t go far away, but stood aside quietly watching the man bending over to fetch water. people, as if embarrassed for not being able to help. They seem to know that people share a well with them, so they have never been caught throwing anything unclean into the well.
　　Not only by the wells, but also by all the waters where the thrushes infested, I have never seen them throw any garbage at will, only leaving their small, pitiful footprints on the ground. Even if this tiny foot steps on anything, it will not cause harm or pain. Even if it steps on the flowers, it will only make the flowers feel a little itchy and feel the touch of spring fingers; even if they step on the moonlight, it will only make the moonlight I mistakenly thought that I also had body temperature, but in fact it was a small warmth transmitted by a little thrush to the ground through its feet. I still remember when I was a child, in the spring, the ice on the eaves melted, and the water dripped down. A few little thrushes lined up along the shallow ditch, pecking at the water and talking about something. This is what I heard The freshest sound of spring. When I went back to my hometown last year, I specially visited the old well at the head of the village. I met by chance. I saw a few little thrushes walking and playing on the well platform. They were still so petite and delicate, as if they were the ones I saw when I was a child…
　　Yes, this petite, beautiful, and inconspicuous figure always haunts small, inconspicuous places with water and people. It accompanies the inconspicuous loneliness of those inconspicuous places, and accompanies those The inconspicuous days of many people, because of it, all inconspicuous things have a different meaning, worthy of long-term attention and staring, for example, I often feel that those inconspicuous but clean and innocent things are particularly kind and interesting, For example, the small wild thrush and those inconspicuous places it likes. From this, I summed up the aesthetic thoughts of Thrushcross: adhere to “small is beautiful”, worship cleanness and clarity, be good at discovering the existence of beauty in the microscopic field, and experience subtle poetry; unconsciously, they have also become a part of poetry.