For the convenience of reading, the stories around us are written in the first person's name. If there are similarities, it is purely coincidental.
Everything is spiritual and grateful. I'll tell you with real experience.
My home is in the countryside, and there is a beautiful building. My wife and son work outside all the year round. A nest of swallows under the eaves of the building lived here for three years. Every spring, they will come to my house early to accompany me. I like listening to their chatter better than listening to square dance. Watching them hatch and nurse their young, I often lament their great love as parents.
When I am free, I will sit near their nests and tell them what I am worried about. They fell right in front of me as if they really understood. They screamed and walked around, and sometimes even landed boldly on my shoulder. Lovely swallows have eliminated a lot of my loneliness, and I sincerely regard them as my best friends.
One night, when I came back from dancing outside, a flock of swallows twittered around me. They are flying around and look very upset. This is not right. Swallows are usually not so impetuous. I'm confused. I stood there and watched them at a loss. They are even more anxious. In front of me, the slag screamed, flew to the door, came back and flew out, and so on.
The abnormal behavior of the swallow suddenly reminds me of my son who just came back from work a few days ago and loves to drink. Isn't it because he went out and drank too much? The swallow saw it. What about calling the police? When I panicked, I hurried out with the swallow. After walking a mile, I saw a group of people on the road ahead. I rushed forward, and it was my son. He fell to the ground bloody and his motorcycle was deformed. I quickly called for help and sent my son to a nearby hospital.
It turns out that my son really drank too much wine with his friends. At first he felt nothing, so he ignored his friend's advice and rode home by himself. He drank a little wind on the road and the wine became stronger and stronger. When he was dizzy, he bumped into a big tree on the side of the road and then lost consciousness.
Thanks to the timely rescue, he was out of danger and his son survived. Our family is really grateful to the swallow for saving his life. Through this matter, I want to tell you that any creature in the world is spiritual, and we should treat them well and live in peace with them. Maybe you can inadvertently make them thank you for your kindness, and then love them back, there is a causal cycle. I can't believe many things.
Rural people often say that swallows are very clean and spiritual animals. Whoever has a swallow willing to make a nest must be a well-bred and rich family. Dear friends, are you willing to agree with this statement? Do you have a swallow as a nest? Let's communicate together. thank you