This is an essay collection mainly surrounding a living experience of a Hoopoe bird. The bird came to live in my wooden hut in spring, and hatched five baby birds in the heating conduit crawled rose flowers. The little Hoopoe birds grew out feathers and flied way under the guidance of their mother and father. Surrounded by the singing sound of the birds, my parents read fairy tales to me, take me to the temple fair and we enjoyed Lantern Festival and Tomb-sweeping Day happily together. This collection praises the beauty of a harmonious life between nature and human.