At the end of a cobblestone alley, there is an old oak tree. There are two good friends living on the tree – Oliver and Mia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oliver is a round and rolling sparrow, with feathers as brown as toasted bread, and a tuft of disobedient silly fur on his head. He bounces around like a small spring that has been wound up. Mia is much more elegant, with a hint of pale gray on the tips of her wings. When she sings, her voice is clear and crisp, like a newly melted spring stream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight passes through the leaves, Oliver will gently peck at Mia’s window with his beak – in fact, it’s just a slightly larger leaf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mia, the sun is shining on your butt! “Oliver always shouts like this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mia would yawn a little, shake her feathers, and then fly out with Oliver to find breakfast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Their favorite place to go is the window sill in the backyard of the bakery. Grandpa the baker would sprinkle some breadcrumbs on the windowsill every day and sometimes put a small dish of water in it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Today we have sesame seeds! “Oliver’s eyes lit up as he flapped his wings and landed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And oats! “Mia also pecked happily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They were eating while chatting incessantly. Oliver said he saw a butterfly chasing after his tail yesterday, spinning a full ten times; Mia said she found a new bird’s nest under the eaves, with three blue eggs inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What do you think the first thing a bird will say after hatching? “Oliver tilted his head and asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Probably\u2026 ‘Mom, I’m hungry,’ “Mia replied with a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oliver thought for a moment and said seriously, ‘I think it should be -‘ Wow, the world is so big! ‘<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In the evening, the setting sun dyed the sky orange red, like a spilled jam jar. Oliver and Mia flew back to the old oak tree and squeezed into the same hole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oliver, “Mia whispered,” can we still go to the bakery together tomorrow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course, “Oliver yawned slightly,” we still need to count, how many clouds are like marshmallows today<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Well\u2026 good night, Oliver<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, Mia. Have a dream with breadcrumbs<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The old oak tree swayed gently, and the wind passed through the leaves, like a gentle lullaby. Two sparrows snuggled together and slowly closed their eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The moon quietly climbed up the treetops and sprinkled a layer of silver quilt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The alley became quiet, the bakery turned off its lights, and even the wind eased its footsteps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In this small world, everything is just right.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, little sparrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, my dear.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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