The direction of the dancers in Swallow Square is the way home.

The first "Soul Return" can't exist in nature without the fruit of stone, and the ears of rice without rice always raise their ignorant heads. What about people who have lost their souls? In this era of media noise, in this era of culture and pseudo-culture, are we lost in the eyes and hearts of flowers? Kant has a cloud: there are always two reasons, both in the palm of your hand; Respect and fear, update with the day; Stars above, virtue below. But today, when we just sit on the grass and look up at the clouds growing in the sky at a 45-degree angle (Jing M Guo), who can understand the awe in the hearts of philosophers in the past? When the "simple" mouse loves rice is popular all over the country, who will regain the yellow touch of "lush and proud, leisurely in my heart"? Nowadays, cultural life is often simple and naive. There is no denying that youth literature can really bring fantastic feelings, and pop songs can also be regarded as a pastime after dinner. However, if all this becomes the mainstream of culture, it is hard to imagine that one can face the reality and let the body and mind grow together when immersed in it. Another undercurrent of current cultural life is the noise of mediocrity and impetuousness. Every day, a large number of entertainment news makes people chew the anecdotes of famous stars with relish, and all kinds of "speed reading masterpieces" and "great wisdom of short stories" are resident in the bestseller list. So that some people worry that when Charlotte took the initiative to throw herself at him, what troubles did Victor have? One can endure the poverty of material life, but one cannot but pursue the nobleness of spiritual life. Apart from providing temporary entertainment, what else can similar cultural fast food keep in mind and reverberate in the lake? The lack of individual spiritual culture is regrettable, but when it becomes the whole spiritual belief, it is a sad and even terrible situation. China's old Three Cardinals and Five Certificates have been broken, and the new cultural order has not been fully established. Have we become a lost generation living in this environment? Soul, come back. Fortunately, the humanistic spirit has not been completely lost. When Ma Hua, a young volunteer, gave his life in Meili Snow Mountain, he brought the poet's idealism there and became a benchmark inserted in the spiritual snow peak. When Kunqu Opera caused a sensation in the university campus, people couldn't help believing that the traditional cultural classics still have a magnet-like attraction for young people who grew up under McDonald's. It is not enough for a person to have only this life, he should also have a broader spiritual world. For teenagers, the spiritual soul may not be far away, but in the deep heart covered by many pseudo-cultures. The second article, The Swallow Returns, puts on new clothes for the earth in spring. Colorful flowers are blooming, and all kinds of green leaves are particularly enchanting. Grass sticks out its head from the ground to dress up the earth, and farmers' crops grow plump and full of vitality. The bee was busy, the frog woke up, and our friend, the swallow, came back, and the earth suddenly became lively. After school in the morning, my brother and I just came to the stairs. There was a creaking sound in the stairs. We suddenly got excited. Couples of swallows are flying around the stairs. We watched quietly in the distance for fear of disturbing them. They can fly into the stairs, which are the "masterpieces" of my brother and me. I accidentally broke the glass while playing and didn't have time to install it. This gives the swallow a pass, which is convenient and free to go in and out. What a lovely elf! Look at their bright eyes, turning, accompanied by melodious songs. They are light and comfortable. Their upper bodies are black, their brown necks are white, their wings are long and narrow, and their tails are forked. People say they are like sickles. This is really "new dancers, both come into my house"! We didn't enter the stairs until they flew out for fear of scaring them. Only a white cable with a diameter of about 5CM leads to the top of the stairs and is fixed in the stairs with a fixed frame. Do they want to nest here? People often say that swallows don't like to nest in cities, and they are obsessed with the ancient courtyard with blue tiles and earth walls in rural areas. Is it because of the progress of society that their lifestyle has changed, or because with the development of society, many rural adobe houses have become high-rise buildings and lost their living places? We hid in the house. From time to time, there are swallows flying around in the corridor, as well as sweet voices. It seems that they are really going to settle here. I like human friends-swallows, and I like to listen to their beautiful voices. I especially like them living under our roof, but can others tolerate them? It's time for school. I left home anxiously, thinking that I should book a board at the cable on the third floor of my house, where it is safest. As soon as school was over, I started running, thinking about the swallow. As soon as I went up the stairs, the beautiful voice of the swallow reached my ears. I breathed a sigh of relief and quietly went upstairs. I have to marvel at the cleverness of the swallow. They chose the fixed pipeline of the west gate on the second floor, where it is easier to nest, and because the west gate has just been renovated and temporarily uninhabited, it has the best geographical position in the whole corridor, but my heart hangs up again. Alas! Can they live on the second floor? Can't they feel that this place is surrounded? Don't you smell the danger here? I am happy and worried, but there is nothing I can do. I can only read songbooks by riding donkeys-we'll see! A pair of little swallows began to build a nest. They regard human beings as friends and are not afraid of us at all. After careful observation, it is found that one of the two swallows is fat and the other is thin. The older one seems to be male and the younger one is female. They cooperate tacitly, pecking mud with one mouth. Whenever the male swallows peck back the mud, they all stand on the edge of the nest, and the female swallows start to nest in a hurry. The soil is made of sand and firewood, so it is relatively solid. Here, you have to admire the intelligence, courage and perseverance of the swallows. I feel inferior in front of them. Their husbands and wives sing together, loving and sweet, and their wonderful singing is their language communication. The fly in the ointment is that when you indulge in it, sometimes their hips will collapse, and pieces of white excrement will fall off unsightly and lose the scenery. To this end, I had to get up early and clean it quietly with a mop, for fear of angering people and driving the swallows out of the door. My actions touched my mother. She went to the east gate on the second floor and talked about swallows by innuendo. There is a superstition in the countryside: there is no shortage of pocket money if you live in swallows. Although superstitious, it is enough to show that swallows have a high position in people's hearts since ancient times, and it is not a bad thing for swallows to live. Swallows-friends of mankind, we can't drive them away anyway! I didn't expect the east gate on the second floor to be considerate and open-minded, so let them live! Mom went home happily, and we jumped with excitement. The swallow finally has a "safe" hiding place. I was surprised when I went to wipe the shit again the next morning. There is a small plastic sheet under the nest. Oh, dear! Why didn't I think of that! You don't have to worry about wiping shit anymore. In a few days, the swallows built a strong and beautiful nest with their magical speed, and a happy family was born. I am really happy to see their happy chirping, but how long can their happiness last? In case the west gate on the second floor moves in, can you tolerate them? Glass can't always be broken! Where are the other swallows? Are all the other swallows so lucky? I dare not think. I really don't want to ruin the beautiful scenery. Swallows always believe in human beings, regard human beings as friends and neighbors, and have children under the eaves of human beings. However, with the development of society and the improvement of living standards, people live in more and more advanced places, including rural areas, deliberately decorated buildings, closed corridors and doorways blocked by security doors. Although their nests are dwarfed by human high-rise buildings, the space they use is getting smaller and smaller. Humans are becoming more and more autistic and lonely. At home, we can hear a bird chirping, which is also a bird that has lost its freedom and is imprisoned in a cage. How pathetic! On this earth, which is not exclusive to human beings, biodiversity maintains the ecological balance of the earth. However, human beings, with their clever brains, wantonly destroy the earth's environment and squander its resources. Forests are destroyed, rivers are polluted, creatures are killed, and everything makes way before the word "private". Humans are getting stronger and stronger, while the lives of other creatures are getting less and less secure. Thousands of species have disappeared, and how many more are on the verge of extinction. Have you read the article "A sparrow flies into a dictionary"? This passage is deeply imprinted on my mind. They (humans) don't know how many years ago, heartbroken sparrows flew over their courtyard for the last time, bid farewell to their once attached homes, flew over the fields they loved very much, flew over the mountains they were familiar with, and flew over the ocean they once dreamed of. Then they fly like rockets, through the clouds, and finally dissolve into the foggy sky and infinity without past, present and future. What a vibrant life group it used to be! Now enjoy the treatment of national protected animals and become rare animals. If you don't take measures, you'll have to look for sparrows in the dictionary. Alas! Humans! Don't be smarter than yourself. When there is only human beings in the vast space on the earth, there is no fragrance of flowers, no living things, only a quiet earth, and lonely human beings can no longer survive, only to wait for death. At that time, there was no regret medicine to buy The ancients used superstition to protect animals, but in the era of knowledge explosion and advocating civilization, let us arm our minds with "science" and protect our friends with practical actions! Come and maintain the ecological balance! May all swallows have a beautiful home! The primitive earth where we live is more colorful! I've never seen a firefly before, but I just heard that it sparkles in front of my eyes and is beautiful. There used to be fireflies. I heard adults say that they used to release fireflies. Fireflies have disappeared due to environmental pollution. Hearing this reason, I was first surprised and then sad. Alas, what a lovely elf! I have to feel sorry for this. Every silent night, a magical picture flashes in my mind: a golden full moon hangs in the deep blue sky, and there are patches of grass below, in which countless shining fireflies fly around. What a quiet night! Once upon a time, I found that there were elves as lovely as fireflies in the school, but much bigger and brighter than the real fireflies. Maybe God just can't bear to let the world look for the lifeless body body double. When the tree is covered with leaves, fireflies will dance tirelessly with hope and joy, looming. They are playing hide-and-seek like naughty children, and the leaves are like screens. This scene is lovely, wonderful and unforgettable. When fallen leaves return to their roots, it is also a sentimental season. This firefly sends away the fallen leaves with attachment and reluctance, and welcomes the new leaves with expectation and hope. Spend the long winter like this, but you won't be lifeless. When the snow was falling, she couldn't help exulting; When the rain fell in Mao Mao, she couldn't help clapping; When the cold wind came, she couldn't help dancing. In static and dynamic, she has different scenes. This firefly is not a lamp wrapped around a tree or hung on it. She won't pose any health threat to the tree. This is the lamp in the bedroom. The lamp hangs in the room, but you can see her whole picture through the window. Some lights emit yellow light, plating a layer of golden decoration on the tree; Some lights emit blue light, and the trees are as charming as jade; Some lamps are naughty and love beauty. She put on a bright red coat and the tree was set off by red again. Different kinds of light will bring different colors to trees. She is always free, not affected by the season, and not limited by the weather. She always tries her best to shine. Maybe she didn't know and didn't expect that she wanted a part-time person to color the trees and even the whole campus when lighting the dormitory. Ah! This wonderful firefly, silent and magical firefly. Don't feel inferior because you are body double. Because you are like a real firefly! The fourth article "The Rain Comes Back", the sea is full of moonlight, and the cliff is shocking. A flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi. In the colorful city, in the low echo of the lingering sound, under the cool wind and the little starlight, people are like curtains outside the window, wandering on the way home several times. One of the representative groups that can witness that human beings are going further and further on the road of modernization is cats. Once upon a time, the cat has changed from a responsible guardian to a pampered darling. When we sang "Mice love rice", the cat couldn't be inspired at all-it had changed its habits and fell in love with fish. What made the cat lose its instinct to catch mice? What makes cats become prey from hunters? I want to say "no". A cat is by no means a spectator who enjoys success. It still has an instinct to struggle in its body. With the leap of history and the changes of the times, human beings have created endless civilizations with their hands. The power of civilization is great. It not only exists in the spirit, but also permeates all fields of material life such as politics and economy, which not only greatly improves the living standard of human beings, but also improves the living environment of human beings to a great extent. We don't deny the sense of superiority that this change has brought to mankind, but the contradictions that accompany progress have become increasingly prominent. For the superior material environment, people have lost their instinct to struggle, and they are more and more unwilling to work, even ashamed of it. All kinds of high-end scientific and technological products and machines are aimed at replacing human labor. As we all know, freeing your hands has triggered the inertia of thinking. Struggle and labor are instincts endowed by nature, and the instinct of nature is gradually fading, which also indicates that human beings, as a natural creature, are getting away from nature and getting farther and farther away from it. Flowers bloom in spring and leaves fall in autumn, which is the instinct left by nature. The same is true of emotions. "Living in Potala Palace, I am the king of snowy areas. Walking in Lhasa is the most beautiful lover in the world. " This is a poem left by Cang Jia Jia CuO, and it is also an irresistible portrayal of his human instinct. His legendary life was all about this instinct. He is not greedy for power, nor is he tempted by wealth. His heart has been searching for the truest feelings in the world. He released the truest love and the best nature in the world to the fullest. Ask Buddha: Why do you always regret it? Buddha said: Without regrets, you can't experience happiness. Q: Why does it always snow at night? Buddha said: Good things always flow away inadvertently. Cang Jia Jia has asked this question, and so have human beings, because we always leave regrets in beauty, just like the chaos that we have disappeared. The cat was blinded by temptation and forgot her instinct. But I believe that people will not lose the nature of pursuing true temperament and the instinct of struggle under the love of science and technology. Man is a curtain swallow, wandering in the window of nature, still fresh spring like spring, still tea like tea, still returning under the rain. ...