​A Special Neighbor

A Special Neighbor

My neighbor is not human, but a bird. It lives in the tree that in front of my window, and it always singing and jumping from morning to night, which make me cannot get enough rest in the noon.But I am not fed up with it, on the contrary, I like it very much.

Every time when I was to have a rest in the noon, this small guy come with its companions, they alternated soloing and chorusing, one falls and the other rises. One of them, continuous issued a series of vibrato, like to show her unique excellent pronunciation skills to others deliberately. I think her voice will make musician baffle, nobody can imitate unless you hear personally. I think if I take photo of this scene and print it onto canvas prints and hang it in my room. Really lamenting, no matter how developed the science and technology is, it is impossible to copy the nature exactly alike. For example, to describe snow, say it likes catkin, but it do not have the romantic charm of pure white snow, say it likes salt, but salt do not have snow’s delicately beautiful. The unique construction, and perfect appearance can only created by genius, The real beauty and scenery from nature can not describe by words.

The birds are bustling outside, my tiredness has been drove away, just in time, I can enjoy the angelic voice. Standing in the front of window, looking the birds jumping on the ground, and make a noise on the branches freely. They have regarded every trees as their garden of eden, it seems that they do not have annoyance. I like them so much, so I have take my phone to take a photo of them, I am thinking to have it on photo canvas print Australia. One of them, fly to my balcony, and staring at me and seems laugh at me stay in a big cage and lose free. I want to say to the bird: you have seen the tangible cage, how many intangible cage are in human’s heart, you can not see them, they are too much desire, prejudice, and selfishness, these are human weakness which as firm as impregnable fortress, and box people up firmly. Every one want to get rid of it, but few of them can do it. Thus there is a saying: the real stronger is not to defeat others but themselves, indeed, it is most difficult to defeat ourselves. But the bird is unable to to get my point, and it fly away.

Looking at the bird live chicly, just like the world belongs to them, where is their happiness come from? I am thinking, maybe they do not care about, the life is short, but what we need to do is to treasures the present to have. The life is a song, it is beautiful from beginning to the end, we need to live like bird does.

Life is a painting, the beautiful scenery on the painting is hard to describe. Do not always busy, when you have leisure, you can to to travel, enjoy the beautiful of nature, if possible, take some photos and printing on large canvas printing which can decorate your house.