Six years ago, an early summer dawn, I’m writing something, and suddenly heard the cuckoo’s call. The direction of the sound coming from the North Sea, are gradually becoming known far left toward the northeast, about half a minute has disappeared in the distant horizon. This is my first 40 years living in Beijing to hear the cuckoo. I’m excited. Made me excited is that this time almost every year after, I can hear the cuckoo, is still in that direction, still only so few times, I really can not think my ears have been violated with forty years of the cuckoo’s call sound, now it has again in the bustling metropolis like Beijing center heard.
I grew to like the cuckoo. In the countryside, the cuckoo called to listen to every summer is a very unusual Read more: