It was an ordinary winter day. Meet friends and come to Cuihu. Seagulls are flying noisily. It is easy to recognize the old man among the people feeding seagulls. His back is hunched. He wears a faded and outdated dress, carries a faded blue cloth bag and even uses a big plastic bag to hold bird food. My friend told me that the old man walks more than 20 miles from the suburbs to Cuihu every day just to send food to seagulls and accompany them. Where there are few people, it is the territory where he feeds seagulls. The old man carefully put the cookie cube on the fence by the lake, stepped back and shouted at the sheep with a pinch of copper. Immediately, a flock of seagulls answered and swept it clean in a few times. The old man walked along the railing and put it down. Seagulls rise and fall according to his rhythm, forming a roaring white and flying into a colorful music score. In the sound of seagulls, the old man sang something cadently. Looking closely, the original intimacy has changed-"one foot", "grey head", "red mouth", "old sand" and "princess" ... "Have you named the seagull?" I can't help asking The old man looked back at me and still leaned over the seagulls: "Of course, each one has a name." "Do you recognize them?" The same white wings are flashing rapidly in the sun, and I doubt whether the old man can see clearly. "You see, you see! It's Lao Sha with a ring on his foot! " The old man proudly pointed it out to me, and suddenly he shouted at the water, "A foot! Lao Sha! Get up! " Two seagulls jumped on the water and flew to the old man. One seagull's foot shone with metallic luster, and the other flew over and pecked at the old man's hand. It has only one foot, and it has to flap its wings to keep its balance when it stops. It seems to be a leg, and the old man talks to it kindly while feeding it. Speaking of seagulls, the old man's eyes came to life at once. "Seagulls are the most affectionate and cautious. The year before last, there was a seagull. The day before flying out of Kunming, it stopped on my hat five times again and again. I thought it was a joke with me, but later I realized it was to say goodbye to me. Didn't come last year, and didn't come this year ... Seagulls are lucky birds, happy birds! The ancients said,' Bai Ou flies with poetry'. More than ten years ago, when the seagulls came, I knew our good luck was coming. Look at their little appearance! Tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut tut. When the sun sets, the old man's plastic bag is empty. "It's getting late, they will go back soon. I heard that they are resting in the diān pool, but unfortunately I can't go. " The old man looked at the birds hovering in the sky, his eyes full of hope. My friend told me that for more than ten years, in winter, the old people will come every day, just like their relatives with seagulls. Unexpectedly, more than ten days later, someone suddenly told us that the old man had passed away. Hearing this news, we seem to see the old man and seagulls hugging each other at Cuihu Lake ... We enlarged the photo of the old man feeding seagulls for the last time and took it to Cuihu Lake. Unexpected things happened-a flock of seagulls suddenly flew in, circling around the portrait of the old man, repeatedly chirping, chirping and posturing were quite different from usual, as if something important had happened. We were so surprised that we quickly left the old man's photo to make room for the seagulls. Seagulls flapped their wings quickly and flew into the air in turn in front of the portrait of the old man, like relatives who came to mourn. The old man in the photo silently looked at the seagulls hovering around him and looked at the "children" who accompanied him for many winters ... After a while, the seagulls landed one after another and stood in two rows before and after the portrait of the old man. They stood quietly, like white-winged angels who kept vigil for the elderly. When we had to put away the portrait, seagulls rushed at it like bombs. They sang loudly and flapped their wings so close that we finally got out of this spinning white vortex (Xá n). ..... At the funeral of the old man, we carried the portrait and walked slowly to the mourning hall. The old man was carrying a blue cloth bag and pursed his mouth as if he were still calling for seagulls. In his mind, it must be a flying seagull.

Edit this passage of the author.

Deng Qiyao. Member of Academic Committee of Southwest Frontier Ethnic Studies Center of Yunnan University, Key Research Base of Humanities and Social Sciences of Ministry of Education, Visiting Professor of Yunnan University and Yunnan Institute for Nationalities, Executive Director and Deputy Secretary-General of China Folklore Society, Director of Professional Committee of Humanities, History and Geography of China Exploration Association, Vice Chairman of China Folklore Photography Association, invited expert of US-China Art Exchange Center of Columbia University, and Chinese leader of Sino-US cooperation "field investigation mission on ethnic culture". Now I teach at Sun Yat-sen University, and I am also the instructor of flight creative work at Sun Yat-sen University.

Edit this sentence to understand.

Understanding of (1) sentence. He was hunched, wearing a faded and outdated cloth, carrying a faded blue cloth bag, and even the big plastic bag for bird food faded. My friend told me that the old man walks more than 20 miles from the suburbs to Cuihu every day just to send food to seagulls and accompany them. This is a very simple old man, but it is such a diligent old man who buys food for seagulls with his little retirement salary and walks more than 20 miles every day to feed them. What gives the old man such great motivation? Undoubtedly, it is the old man's selfless love for seagulls. Here, in a few words, the image of an old man who loves seagulls is presented to readers (2) The old man carefully put the biscuits on the fence by the lake, stepped back, sipped his mouth and called to the flock. Immediately, a flock of seagulls answered and swept it clean in a few times. The old man walked along the railing and put it down. Seagulls rise and fall according to his rhythm, forming a roaring white and flying into a colorful music score. This is a detailed description of the old man feeding seagulls. The old man's movements are so skillful, and the cooperation with seagulls is so tacit and harmonious! The word "sweep" vividly describes the foraging way of seagulls. The seagulls beat their snow-white wings rhythmically, and the scene was more like a beautiful song than a clever painting. In the sound of seagulls, the old man sang something cadently. Listen carefully, it turns out to be a local dialect, and the tone of intimacy has changed-"one foot", "grey head", "red mouth", "old sand" and "princess" ... what simple names! However, through these simple names, we can see the old people's intimacy and love for seagulls. The old man called for seagulls intimately and naturally, as if calling for his own children. Maybe the old man can't sing, but the call to seagulls is just a touching song. (4) Unexpected things happened-suddenly a flock of seagulls flew around the old man's portrait, repeatedly chirping, and the chirping and posture were quite different from usual, as if something important had happened. When seagulls "suddenly flew" at first, they probably thought that the old man had come to feed them again. The old people who haven't come for many days finally come again. They can't wait for the old man to call their names and "suddenly fly". However, they soon found out that it was wrong, so they "flew around" and "sang repeatedly" around the portrait. They must have found this old man who has been with them every day for more than ten years. Today is different from usual. They called the old man with their voices. After a while, seagulls fell to the ground and stood in two rows before and after the old man's portrait. They stood quietly, like white-winged angels who kept vigil for the elderly. Seagulls are like people. They have feelings as much as people. After soaring, seagulls "fell to the ground one by one" and "stood in two rows before and after the portrait of the old man". They are so serious and quiet. Maybe they know that the old man will never come again, so they "stand" silently, as if they were at a wake for the old man. Such a scene, I believe that no matter who will be moved. 6. They sang loudly, flapped their wings and got very close. We finally got out of this dancing white whirlpool. When the portrait of the old man was put away by us, the action of seagulls was so amazing. All the seagulls screamed and rushed to the portrait, and the flying wings formed a white whirlpool, which made us almost unable to get away. Seagulls are so reluctant to leave the old man that they are expressing their nostalgia for the old man in their own special way. (2) Understanding of words. Fade: the color of cloth, clothes, etc. Fade away. The article mentions that the clothes of the elderly fade because they have been worn for a long time. Pinch: suck. Cadence: The ups and downs and pauses of sound. Rest: The article refers to seagulls resting on the old man's hat. Dianchi Lake: Dianchi Lake is located in the southwest of Kunming, also known as Kunming Lake, and was called Nanze in ancient times. It is the largest plateau lake in Yunnan Province and the sixth largest freshwater lake in China. Wake: Stay beside the spirit bed or the spirit tablet. Vortex: a spiral formed when a fluid rotates.

Edit this paragraph for extracurricular understanding.

Seagull: Seagull is the most familiar seabird, with more than 50 species, more than half of which breed in the northern hemisphere. It has extraordinary adaptability to various environments. According to its feathers and size, seagulls are generally divided into two categories. One is a seagull with a black head or a head pocket, which is small in size and the color of its head will change in summer; One is a seagull with a white and gray head and body, weighing 90 to 2000 grams. The statue of "Old Gull" is engraved with the deep affection of gulls. Xinhuanet Kunming June 2006 5438+ 10/8. In Cuihu Park, which has the largest number of red-billed gulls in Kunming, the statue of Wu Qingheng, an "old gull", appeared: a kind old man sat by the water with a smile, holding gull food in his hand and wandering around him ... Wu Qingheng, who was called "old gull" by Kunming people, was alone before his death, and the red-billed gull flying to Kunming every winter was his only sustenance. Whenever the red-billed gull "comes", the old man walks more than ten kilometers into the city every day to feed them and play with them, rain or shine; More than half of the old man's monthly retirement salary of 308 yuan is used to buy food for seagulls. Therefore, the elderly are almost unwilling to spend a penny on the bus. Four 50-cent-a-catty biscuits, which the old man bought for seagulls without hesitation, he knew were their favorite food; He also often buys eggs for seagulls to make "egg biscuits"; As for himself, the only luxury is a pack of 20 cents Jinsha River cigarettes. He has established a deep affection with the red-billed gull, so that he can call the gulls ashore one by one, including "one leg" and "Lao Sha". In the last days of the old man's life, the old man was most concerned about the red-billed gull. After his death, the old man was constantly remembered and missed by Kunming people, thinking that he represented the spirit of harmonious coexistence between Kunming people and red-billed gulls and the excellent quality of caring for gulls, which is worth learning from every citizen. At the initiative of an enthusiastic citizen, Kunming Metropolitan Times, Cuihu Park and Kunming Landscaping Bureau took the lead in donating money for the old seagull statue.