Seagulls perched on the roof. In the rain, but nothing seems to happen. It never seems to rain. Seagulls just stood there, unchanged from ancient times to now. Perhaps seagulls are great philosophers, too great to offend. It stopped there, on the rainy roof. It stood here as if lost in thought.
A seagull has a little son. Two gray fluffy squeaky meatballs, so flustered and helpless. They swung from side to side, trying to get through the bricks. That tile used to be red. Now, the lime contained in their mother's bird droppings has dyed the tiles white. Then, they will stop somewhere and have a short rest, although it is not a real rest, at most it is only a short pause. They exist, that's all. Seagulls, like humans and many other creatures, spend most of their lives doing nothing but standing there. You can say this is a waiting state. Stop and wait in this world: waiting for the next full meal, waiting for sleep, waiting for death. I don't know how they will die.
Young seagulls can't stand still. The wind wrinkled their feathers and messed up their whole bodies. They fly and stop, stop and then stop. The city behind is moving; The boats, cars and trees below them are shaking.
The anxious female gull I mentioned, who has been looking for it, came back with food to feed her children. Then there was a riot: chattering restlessness, serious efforts and panic. The body organs of dead fish are shredded like macaroni. See if you can shred it, shred it and swallow it in your stomach. After a hearty meal, everything was quiet. Seagulls stood quietly on the roof, motionless. We are all waiting. The sky is covered with thick clouds.
But I still overlooked something. It was not until I paced to the window that I suddenly realized that the life of seagulls was not simple. They are so many seagulls who can predict good or bad, stopping on the roof, thinking quietly and thinking about something terrible. However, I know nothing about its idea.
How did I gradually understand? Once, I noticed that all the seagulls were staring at the yellow light of dawn. It was a pale yellow dawn. So, first there will be a strong wind, and then there will be a yellow rain. It rained slowly, and all the seagulls turned their backs on me. The way they sang to each other was very clear, indicating that they seemed to be waiting for something, waiting for it to come. Below, people in the city are rushing into their houses and cars. Above all, seagulls just waited for a while in silence. Thinking of this, I began to understand them.
Sometimes, seagulls will fly leisurely in groups in the sky. So, the sound of them flapping their wings and flying sounds like rain.