The big bird is as fat as a chicken, and it staggers on its feet.

Towards the body is lazy, and it is cool and cold and dark. Alone.

Wait until the twilight of the sunset is late.

Zheng Zheng called, the voice was miserable, and the couple responded to the words, and the loneliness returned.

When You Yi first met, his abdomen was bare and brocade, and he was scared. Hidden bitterness.

Grief and anger pecked at food, corn and wheat were scattered in the plate, the golden cage forced the narrow iron chain, and he was depressed.

See you again. Now that he is free, he goes to go around people's houses, and his eyes are on the courtyard.

It's rare to get into the sky. If the floating life is sent, everything cannot escape, and the red dust forgets the blue.

- "The Patrol of the Golden Pigeon Words But Go to People's Homes"

Notes: Either to live or to die.

Institutionalization is applicable to everything.

Once a thing becomes a habit, even a proud goshawk will slowly lower its head.

In order to survive, the backbone and self-esteem are slowly eroded.

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