What's it like to be woken up by birds every morning?

In the country, it is a warm happiness for me to be woken up by birds in the morning. Grandma's house is located in the urban-rural fringe, and there is a large bamboo forest next to the house. In addition, grandma likes flowers and plants, and many plants are planted in front of and behind the house. Every winter and summer vacation, I will go to my grandmother's house for a period of time.

Every morning at six or seven o'clock, I have a light sleep and am often woken up by the birds singing in the back of the house and in the bamboo forest. Even if you don't sleep enough, you won't blame these naughty birds. Birds are not as fierce as dogs, not as dry as chickens, but they are a little crunchy and delicate. Sometimes a flock of birds will sing in unison with a little rhythm, and I will learn occasionally. Open your eyes and see that the sun has not yet risen, but there is a ray of sunshine in the sky. With the joy of birds singing, a fresh feeling suddenly welled up in my heart.

In summer, birds only wake me up. I rubbed my eyes, stretched myself on the bed, and then looked at the bamboo forest on the balcony on the second floor and the small trees in front of the house. They all have a little aura. In the yard, I saw grandma drying old millet, and then I went downstairs to help grandma. Those greedy birds will come to pick up millet to eat. Occasionally, when they come in large numbers, they will drive away on airs, and my drowsiness is completely gone.

Back in the city, before the alarm clock rings, those birds will wake you up diligently and urge you to get up. I have to go to class all day, and I can't sleep well in the morning. It's really a headache. Especially if the sprinkler comes to join in the fun again, it is a perfect match. I sometimes wear headphones and wrap my head in a quilt, trying to prevent birds from infiltrating my cochlea. When I was recovering from my drowsiness, the alarm clock reminded me again that all my anger was concentrated on those ungrateful birds. Poor me, I have to get up after all.