Background: Old Seagull's name is Wu Qingheng, and he is an ordinary Kunming citizen. He is called the old seagull because every winter, Kunming Cuihu welcomes a large number of migrating seagulls. At this time, there is always an old man who walks more than 20 kilometers from the suburbs to Cuihu every day, bringing some bread he bought to care for these beautiful seagulls. The old man has a pair of kind eyes on his wrinkled face and a homemade white cloth bag on his shoulder, which is full of food for seagulls. He always smiles at the seagulls flying in front of him and gives them food to eat. According to the old man, these seagulls are people. When a seagull is injured, it will scream to tell other seagulls to leave. There was once a seagull that was broken because it was caught by tourists. The old man took care of the injured seagull very carefully. Since 1992, the elderly can see injured seagulls coming to Kunming every year. It seems that seagulls miss this dying old man very much, and flying to Kunming is also a kind of visiting commemoration! Many people come to the park to play, but no one knows the old man's family, only to hear him say that he only has a pension of 308 yuan a month, and he will use half of it to buy food for seagulls. Sometimes because the old man is ill, he spends more money every month and less money to buy things for seagulls, so the old man goes to the restaurant to pick up things lost by others. In his words, there must be poverty in poverty. The reporter from Yunnan TV station learned about the old man and asked him to tell the story of himself and seagulls. The old man is very excited. Maybe he has been lonely for too long. Looking at the old man's excited and selfless explanation, he felt inexplicably sad. Finally, the reporter and the old man made an appointment to take the reporter to see the seagull's habitat in the evening, which is the temporary home of seagulls. When he left, the old man always said goodbye politely, even said a few words of goodbye and thank you, and finally took off his hat and bid farewell to the camera and reporters. Behind that kind of courtesy is actually a person's self-restraint and dignity. At the appointed time the next day, the old man didn't keep the appointment. A few days later, the author suddenly met the old man. The old man bowed his head and lost his old spirit. He sat on the stone bench by Dianchi Lake, very quiet, and reached out the bread to the seagulls feebly. The reporter asked the old man about the situation. The old man's voice is very low. He told reporters calmly that he was ill these days and only ate a bowl of noodles for a few days. After a while, the old man said that he was very tired and wanted to go home and rest. In the sunset, only the old man's staggering back is left. A few days later, young reporters and friends were very concerned about the old man. After many inquiries, they finally learned about the old man's home. When they walked through the winding alley, they saw the news of the old man's death. I won't know until I ask. The old man's name is Wu Qingheng, and he was a student of National Southwest Associated University in his early years. After the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC), he was persecuted politically. Without his family, the old man was lonely all his life, and seagulls became his only friends in his lonely old age. Later, people in Kunming gradually learned about the situation of the old seagull, and the Forest Protection Bureau organized a spontaneous donation to shape a statue of the old man and seagull, leaning against Dianchi Lake and smiling thoughtfully. This is a comfort to the old people. In memory of old Mr Wu Qingheng seagull. If there is an afterlife, I hope he will always have a smile, and don't let him be as lonely as before.