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I accidentally fell asleep again.

I thought I had written a draft, but found that I didn’t write down a word.

Last night the west wind withered the green trees...

When I came back from a walk last night, I saw a white cat sitting in a small open space among the many rice fields.

In the process of taking out my phone to take pictures, the cat looked back at least eight times. Every time, I paused the action.

It's like a game I played with my neighbors when I was a kid.

(I also saw the human and cat version a while ago)

It is said on the Internet that it is called "123 Wooden Man".

It seems... there is a song with the same name.

One song comes to mind.

"1, 2 step" by ciara and missy elliott.

I guess the cat is coveting the insects in the grass.

It's just that the time to hunt hasn't come yet.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have paid so much attention to taking pictures.

One night I went home and saw a cat sitting on the roof of my car on the side of the road.

Like a drunken tramp,

Or, a frustrated scholar.

"Where will I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon."

I took a lot of photos of it, and maybe even reached out and poked it gently.

It finally turned around and looked at me.

I can’t remember exactly what unfolds next.

Maybe he looks back and continues to feel sad, or maybe he wakes up and disappears into the night.

Let’s talk about Lala Yang.

It is said online that it is traditional Chinese medicine and can cure snake bites and so on.

It's amazing.

This thing is only annoying to us.

Because it is everywhere, it often cuts people's arms or legs and leaves thorns in the skin.

For the next few days, I will feel pain and itchiness.

How is the efficacy of this traditional Chinese medicine obtained?

Think of the movie into the wild.

Think of "Shennong tasted a hundred herbs".

Think of "Compendium of Materia Medica".

It is also said that it is used as feed to prevent colds, inflammation, diarrhea, etc. in herbivorous animals.

This is still a noxious weed in people's eyes.

It's really unheard of.

If I have raised rabbits at home, I would never feed them this kind of prickly grass.

The continuous rain a few days ago caused the already deserted vegetable garden to be filled with all kinds of weeds (a vegetable garden abandoned by the landlord).

Setaria, gray cabbage, and some others I can’t name.

To be precise, it's a trade-in of the old for the new.

From being full of dry grass, it turned into green grass.

Not really. The old and the new coexist.

Looking around, the vegetable gardens in the neighborhood are full of vegetables.

If you sow melons, you will reap melons; if you sow beans, you will reap beans..

vegetables and weeds,

Beneficial insects and pests.

Somewhat interesting.

They are obviously the same and equal beings, but just because they have different uses to human beings, they are given different labels and face different fates.

He told Yanzi that I have no love, and Yanzi was dissatisfied with this.

Can I water my weeds the same way my neighbors water their vegetables?

Can't, can't do it.

So there is no love.

Maybe, I will never be what I want to be.

No, it's not impossible.

It’s: I don’t want to be what I want to be.

Heart and soul? Id and superego?

The norm is... a neutral attitude.

From the viewer's perspective.

Both dry grass and green grass can be appreciated by me.

Just like weeds and vegetables, there is no difference.

Relatively speaking, withered grass makes me feel more at ease.

It will never wither again and can last until next spring or even longer.

A word comes to mind: dyingan art.

Change the angle:

The grass definitely wants to live.

It wanted to live, but I didn't help.

So annoying.

Recently, a beetle the size of a small grain of rice flew in front of my eyes every day.

Should they be caught and deported?

Too lazy to do anything.

If it's mosquitoes and flies, that's a different matter. Let's stay here forever...

When I was a child, when I was drying rice and flour at home, I would sometimes find a kind of beetle.

Rice weevil?

Looking at the pictures on the Internet reminds me of kowtowing insects.

Also: Ah Mao said that the pictures accompanying the essay are all online pictures.

Also: Ah Xiao said that he thought ant eggs were rice grains.

The Beatles. The Beatles.

《moonlight shadow》.

After searching, the composer's answer to whether the song was written in memory of John Lennon was ambiguous.

Just like yesterday's search on whether Su Shi had a sister, there was no conclusion.

People and things in this world are true and false, false and true.

There seems to be an 11-dimensional theory?

Even if it is just the same world, the scenery seen from different perspectives may be completely different.
Chapter completed!