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I actually "stolen" this book from my eldest brother's house.

Just thinking about it makes me smile:

Elegant thief

Yesterday 20:06

Thinking of the movie, "The Book Thief".

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Cat: What’s going on with that picture? Why is it the little bird feeding the big bird?

Yin Zhu: Didn’t I write about it?

Xin Zhuoyu: I always feel that the cuckoo can swallow the little bird directly

Yin Zhu: Hey, luckily it’s not a raptor.

If so, that's ridiculous

Xin Zhuoyu: Yes, if you don’t have popular science, you still don’t know how scary they are.

Cat: Forgive me for not studying seriously. I didn’t read the part about body shape. I just reviewed it again.

"Learn and practice from time to time, that's why."

"If you review the past and learn the new, you can become a teacher."

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[Night of September 3rd]

I mentioned earlier that I was extremely sleepy.

I remember when there were no mobile phones in the past, I would sometimes wake up from a dream and write down my dreams on paper in the dark.

When you wake up and take a look, the words are not words...

"I can't write it as a book, I can only send it to you to make me miss you a little bit."

I just discovered that when publishing text, spaces seem to be eliminated by the "auto-format" function.

Another embarrassing discovery, please pay attention to it later...

I don’t know when, but I have the old version in hand...("I own the world"?)

You can update the version unscrupulously... (I think of Xiaobai calling me a guinea pig)

Participate in closed beta testing.

This chapter says it has been revised again.

The frame is the same as now, but the style is different.

"You'll get used to it." These words sounded quite helpless to me.

"People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat."

Su: She is able to appreciate the beautiful scenery on the roadside alone, and she can also laugh heartily in a crowd of strangers. But only when she is alone and unfamiliar.

Two songs come to mind, "Only Love Strangers" and "loving strangers".

One of the biggest benefits of being unfamiliar is: keeping a safe distance.

This is very important.

Think of the "Porcupine Law" of how people get along with each other.

Keep a safe distance to avoid unnecessary conflicts.

Ant donated steps to raise the quota...

I can't always keep up with my donations. Today I found that my quota has exceeded and I can still donate even at night.

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4 (chronologically, 4 seems to happen before 3)

When I was taking a walk, I saw those small grasses, existing quietly.

There is no intrigue or intrigue.

No violence. No plundering. No oppression.

Each occupies a piece of soil to cultivate and thrive.

Self-sufficient green plants are the closest existence to God.

Selfless dedication without expecting anything in return.

My words are as small as an inch of grass, and I will be rewarded with three rays of spring.

As producers of nature, they have done an outstanding job of dedicating themselves and nourishing life.

So, what is the mission of mankind?

"The rain of apricot blossoms makes your clothes wet, and the wind of willows doesn't blow on your face."

The shadow of the willow tree always reminds me of the sentence "The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk."

Do you still remember the little tree that was entangled with Lala seedlings that I mentioned a few days ago?

I feel sorry for it.

Now when I passed by again, I found that all the grass nearby had been cleared.

Including the Lala seedling attached to the small tree.

I was speechless and choked.

It's still there. Still on the little tree.

However, his life has been taken away.

Charge: Groundless.

I always complain about the lack of freedom in life.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that the primary reason why the world has been turned into a mess by humans is:

Compared with other creatures, we are already too free.

The area where s were cleared was next to the railway.

There is no doubt that it is not private.

The railway is almost abandoned, and even if it is used occasionally, it will not be affected by s.

So, who did it? Is this person out of his mind?

In human society, the value of living things is "defined" by humans.

Killing animals and plants is often a trivial matter, but murder is a serious crime.

It is human beings who have the final say on who to protect and who to kill.

sad story.

This "little thing" can only be sighed.

This is a "serious crime".

The deterrence of the law alone is not enough.

Every day that passes in this world is a cat-and-mouse game.

Crime, escape.

Sins in the legal sense, and sins in the non-legal sense.

It doesn’t matter whether there are good or bad people: there are good ones and there are bad ones.

Everyone makes mistakes, varying in size and nature.

Small trees and seedlings are both life.

Reminds me of the sentence, i'm trapped.

I still think of that book, "Suspension of Judgment and Peace of Mind."

No need to accept it, no need to change it.

I abstained from judging right from wrong.

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Xiaobai shares a song called rose.

The singer is Anna Tsuchiya.

So familiar.

She seems to be...the heroine of "The Evil Oiran"?
To be continued...
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