Listening to the Warbler
Chen Yu Xiao
Behind the mask, the spring color is already abundant. Suddenly, it was discovered that in spring, the outgoing rate of warblers is quite high. I don't know if this sound drifting beside me is the warbler's singing?
Good photographer Liu Feng took the photo
Willows are like smoke, smoke always gives a sense of warmth. When a flower blooms, the tree is also warm, perhaps these trees are the warblers vying for warmth. Lake water, green and shimmering, exudes a hint of wine, slightly drunk, spring water is indeed like wine. Therefore, the white clouds floating on the water also have a bit of a drunken look. The grass color is still light, didn't step on horse hooves, I couldn't find the horse hooves anymore. The shallow grass has long buried the fallen leaves of last year, including footprints. There are also warbler's singing, can it fall into the grass? Yes, but perhaps, in an instant, it has become a flower in the grass.
The warbler on the branch, when I looked up, I saw that the branches were full of green, covering the warbler's body. What is unblocked is the singing. In spring, warblers should not be worldly, therefore the singing is very clear. Spring is beautiful and charming, warblers are naturally charming. Whether in someone's courtyard, that one that just sings, is so free, whatever it wants to sing, it can sing, unrestrained and unrestrained. Now, it's singing by the lake, in the depths of the willow forest, freely. It's singing, turning the whole spring color into a very melodious tune, calling the streams and flowers to flow endlessly. How many warblers need to come together to sing, so that the willows like smoke, can flow into waves?
Outside the warbler, there is also a companion, called butterfly. Just a little difference, warbler likes to hide, warbler likes to hide in the leaves, or deep trees, or secluded ravines. I always feel that warblers are hermits, we often only hear its voice, don't see its form. As spring deepens, grass and trees all become a complex character. If you want to, you can hide everywhere. But butterflies don't hide, butterfly's wings are naturally too flashy, fly shallowly, so always conspicuous. Even if it enters a chaotic garden, butterfly only hides temporarily, not for long, it appears again. Hide or not hide, often actually not related to 'character'. Butterfly doesn't sing, has no good voice, if like warbler, can hide, the world would have less spring color.
When mentioning warbler, one invariably thinks of a wilderness crossing, a kind of desolate crossing, but spring's vigor is still there. As usual, there must be a crossing boat, must be horizontal. Regarding the rapidness of spring tide, let's set aside for now. But there must be warbler's singing, although not many, just three or two is enough. The people who listen to the warbler's singing, only need the warbler's singing, and they don't need to enter the scene. That warbler sings one time, eight hundred or eight hundred miles away, the spring is green and red. A wilderness crossing with no one's boat, placed in a scenic spot, is a painting boat. Sitting in the painting boat, hand a parasol, facing a cluster of willows, is it a charming warbler, or a warbler's singing?
A drop of warbler's singing, a drop of spring water, a drop of warbler's singing, a drop of brilliance, a drop of warbler's singing, a drop of warmth. This spring, we and spring color are separated by a mask, so we don't need to wear an earmuff, therefore this clear warbler's singing, still very true and intimate. In the spring's abundant sound, warbler's singing, perhaps is the most ethereal and beautiful.
Author Chen Yu Xiao, member of Zhejiang Provincial Writers Association, member of China Writers Association, member of China Poetry Society.
