After we had supper, the heat had gone. The sun set on the hillside, leaving only a bright
red glow in the sky. We walked along a gravel road and soon reached the river. stayWe fou
nd several boats under the big trees by the river. We jumped onto a boat one after another
. A friend untied the rope and picked up the bamboo pole. The boat moved slowly towards th
e center of the river. The river is wide, and there are no waves on the white water. The s
hip moved quietly on the water. The three oars paddled in the water regularly, and the sou
nd was like a piece of music. In one placeSquare, the river narrows. Clusters of leaves ro
se above the water. The leaves are really green and lovely. There are many flourishing ban
yan trees, and you can't see where the trunk is. When I say many banyan treesWhen I was in
the tree, my friends immediately corrected my mistakes. One friend said there was only on
e banyan tree, and another said there were two. I've seen many banyan trees. Such a big on
e isFirst time. Our boat is approaching the banyan tree. I have a chance to see its true f
ace. It is really a big tree with innumerable branches. The branches take root again, some
Many of them hang down to the ground and stretch into the soil. A part of the branches han
g down to the water, which looks like a big tree lying on the water from a distance. The b
anyan tree is in its heyday, as if itLet's see the full vitality of. There are so many gre
en leaves piled on top of each other, leaving no gaps. The green color shines brightly in
our eyesIt seems that there is a new life quivering on every green leaf. This beautiful tr
ee in the south. The ship anchored under the tree for a moment. The shore was wet and we d
idn't go up. My friend said thisThere are many birds making nests in this tree. Farmers ar
e not allowed to catch them. I seem to hear the sound of several birds flapping their wing
s. When I pay attention to it, I can't see oneA bird's shadow. Only countless tree roots s
tand on the ground, like many wooden piles. The land is wet, and the river will wash up wh
en the tide rises. Not in "Bird Paradise"A bird, I can't help thinking so. So the boat sta
rted. A friend paddled and the boat slowly moved to the center of the river. The next day,
we rowed to a friend's hometown. thatIt's a place with mountains and towers. Starting fro
m school, we passed the "paradise of birds". This time in the morning. The sun shines on t
he water and on the tree tops, everything looks moreMore light. We anchored the boat under
the tree for a moment. At first it was quiet. Then suddenly a bird called. We clapped our
hands and saw a big bird flyingCome on. Then I saw the second and the third. We continued
to clap our hands, and the tree became lively. There were birds everywhere, birds everywh
ere. Large, water, flower, blackSome were standing on the branches and shouting, some were
flying, and some were flapping their wings. I watched attentively, my eyes were busy, I s
aw this one clearly, I missed that one, I sawThat one, the other one got up again. A thrus
h flew out, scared by our applause, flew into the foliage again, stood on a twig and cried
excitedly. That was a good songListen. When the boat rowed toward the village under the t
ower, I looked back at the lush banyan trees that were left behind. I feel a little nostal
gia. My eyes cheated me yesterdayI, that "bird paradise" is indeed a bird paradise!