When I was a child, I especially liked to watch the wild ducks flying overhead, and they were indomitable in the face of wind and rain.

There is always a proud one flying at the front, leading two rows of columns, spreading out in a figure-eight shape like a wing.

Head south in late autumn and winter.

The warm land of spring goes all the way to the north.

I just saw the information about the return of wild ducks in "Today's Headlines", and I feel very comfortable!

At that time when the epidemic broke out at home, experts from all walks of life were discussing the reservoir of the virus, and I actually thought of migratory birds.

So he wrote a text and posted it in the circle of friends, which is not only a good memory of his homeland and the past, but also an expression of his thoughts about this group of animals that he loved when he was young.

When I was a teenager, my family had more than 100 ducks.

The yellow-haired ducklings are kept in the ditch at the back of the house.

When they grow feathers, they rush to the cotton field in the sea pond to raise them freely.

When the adult eggs are laid, they are stocked on the sea after the tide falls, where there is an inexhaustible supply of small fish and shrimp and various reptiles, which are the ducks' favorite.

After school or during winter holidays and Sundays, I would be the Duck Commander in place of my mother.

"Oh... Oh..."

At high tide or near evening, the long, long, chirping of ducks, which I had not yet changed, echoed on the empty seashore.

At this time, the ducks scattered in the mud will consciously gather and move in the direction of my sound, and quickly come ashore.

In winter and spring, wild ducks from the north and south will stay on the sea for many days, and even mix in my duck flock to grab food.

Wild ducks are timid, and when my ducks make a quack, they will fly away and continue to stay.

Slowly, they will become harmonious, and even float together in the tide at the end of the mud, resolutely unable to tell who is a wild duck and who is my duck.

But at sunset, they all find their way home.

I really want them to go home with my ducks, because the cold nights of winter and spring are so slow.

Looking at the flock of ducks flying far away, I often think like this...

I grew to like the wild ducks that came and went year after year, because they were also distant friends of my ducks, and I could feel that the ducks in my family were getting wilder and wilder, and some even learned to fly short distances.

Whenever a whole team of mallards flew by from a low altitude, I would look up and watch them go away.

Sometimes looking at the flock of ducks at the end of the sunset, when one of them falls behind, a wave of helpless tears will well.

"Come on, don't be left behind, you have to be strong!"

I always pray that it can keep up with the soaring team.

I am so happy to see the wild ducks gathered in Ningbo Xiangshan Daoren Mountain, their cheerful appearance, and the careful care of the local authorities!

In fact, there is also a knot here, Xiangshan Daorenshan is also my second hometown, in the early 80s, I left my hometown at the age of 17 and spent 3 years at the local police station.

Daorenshan is a small island with a fishing village, which should have all moved to the town by now. At that time, when I was familiar with the local enemy social situation, I knew that at the beginning of liberation, there was a special enemy group that used Daoren Mountain as a springboard to attack and harass our coastal areas, and my memory was particularly profound.

I really want to see the group of wild ducks in Daoren Mountain.