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Light tears are human tears, and animal tears are heavy tears. Is a tear from the depths of life, heavier than metal. Maybe there is hypocrisy in people's tears, maybe there is personal grievance in people's tears, but only sincerity and animal tears are the tears that shock people's souls.

The first time I saw the tears of animals, it was the tears of an old cat in my family. This old cat has been in my house for many years. I don't know how many children I have had and how old I am. I just know that it has become a member of our family, and an important part of our daily life is to play with her. When it was a kitten, we induced it to roll on the ground. Later, it grew up gradually, and we held it in our arms and stroked its soft fluff for a long time. It is also that we have too much intimacy with it, and it cannot be separated from our caress for a day. No matter who doesn't touch it that day, it will find that person, even at night, and then it will lie beside him silently, waiting for his intimacy, until that person finally touches it, even if it is only once, and then it will slowly walk away contentedly, as if feeling full and happy for it.

However, how many years have passed, this old cat has become too old, a doddering look, and its actions have become slow; Although our whole family was still extremely friendly to it at this time, I don't know what kind of inducement made the old cat gradually alienate us. It just lies under the eaves every day. No matter how much we tease it down there, it won't come down. Sometimes it will look at us lazily, but then it will close its eyes without expression.

Mom said that this cat's life has come, and it is also the ruthlessness of human beings. Our family is most worried that it will die in an unknown corner. We are worried that this will bring us trouble. In this way, every day, we just see that the old cat is really listless day by day, but it still lies quietly under the eaves and on the windowsill, as if sleeping, and as if waiting for the last day. I found it by accident. That's when I went to the yard to do things. I just saw the old cat lying on the windowsill for too long, so I went to see if it was asleep or basking in the sun as usual. But when I approached it, I suddenly found a tear in the corner of the old cat's eye. It seems that this tear has stayed in its corner for too long. That tear has been sunburned like a piece of amber, motionless, condensed in the corner of my eye, still shining a little light in the sun.

"The cat is crying." I couldn't help calling my mother in the room. Immediately, my mother came out, as if to give the old cat some final comfort. Unexpectedly, as soon as the old cat saw her mother coming towards her, she immediately struggled to stand up and used up her last strength to climb up the roof step by step. At this time, my mother tried her best to bring it down, perhaps to give it some last food, but the old cat walked away step by step without looking back. It was so heavy.

Only then did I realize that we were too cold. It has lived in our house all its life, and we are afraid that it will end in our house. We always expect it to go away at the last moment of life, no matter where it goes, it is better than staying at our home. At first, we thought it was because it refused to leave and was afraid that it would ask us for the last warmth, but we were wrong. 1, it was just waiting for our last farewell; And when it found out that we knew it was leaving us, she just left a tear, and then quietly left and went somewhere.

For a long time, I can't forget that tear, which is a tear that lingers in life and perceives the arrival of the time limit. Animals have their own feelings. They only leave their love to people, then say goodbye to people forever with a tear and take away their last pain.

The tears of animals are sacred tears, and they don't ask for anything in return from human beings.

2. Listen, these guys.

I have six big red cocks in my henhouse. They grew up together like brothers.

The boss has a good figure: thick legs, high height, wide chest and thick back, red crown and green tail, shiny down jacket. Look at his style among buddies, he is cocky and has bright eyes. What a majestic general! Big brother's voice is very loud. Every time it barks, the five little brothers quickly drag their voices and scream, which is very lively. Usually, the boss will strictly control his younger brothers. Once, Lao San got into a fight with Xiao Liu for some reason. The boss glared at them, but they still didn't know what to do. The boss is very angry. He walked majestically over, stood among them, and "giggled" twice, scaring Xiao Liu into Big Brother's chest. The third child still didn't give up, and as a result, he was pecked twice by the old Dalian, screaming with pain. The boss pecked the third child and shouted "giggle", as if teaching the third child: "If you want to be good, let the big one be small."

The boss has a brotherly attitude. Every time fresh vegetables are served, he always retreats to the "second line" and watches his younger brothers gobble up. When the younger brothers are full, they will automatically retreat, and it will move forward and start eating. He is never picky about food and has a big appetite. After eating, it often sticks its head out of the fence and looks around, as if it were keeping watch for carefree brothers.

The second child is like a quiet girl. It behaves gracefully and never meddles. He never pays attention when his brothers fight. It looks like saying, "Cows kill, cows save lives." No matter what is delicious, it always eats slowly. When you are full, you will squat on the wood and comb your beautiful feathers. Sometimes, I put my head in front of the pitcher and take a sideways photo. Brothers all think it is lofty and don't like to make fun of it. Old three loves to have a hard time with old six, but they are good with old four and old five brothers. They eat together and sleep together. ...

Old six is lean and lively. In the evening, my brothers were all sleepy, squatting on the wooden bar, but it was still jumping and having a good time alone. Xiao Liu is the most picky eater. When eating, it throws its head from side to side, and its sharp mouth makes food all over the floor, because it is whipped for it. Xiao Liu is still very clever. Often when his brothers are playing, he quietly walks up to his eldest brother and cuts his hair. At this time, the boss always holds his head higher.

Look, these guys are really interesting!

3. The call of Tibetan antelope

The night is so quiet, the beautiful Hoh Xil grassland, this pure girl is sleeping. I am listening to grandpa's story with relish. In the story, grandpa once again mentioned my familiar and unfamiliar name: human beings-a group of modern barbarians, who drove into Hoh Xil, broke into our lives and broke the peace of the past. Seeing that our family is getting thinner and thinner, my relatives leave me one by one. I am afraid I am a Tibetan antelope. Then, he couldn't wait to ask, "Grandpa, why did they come to hurt us? We are a family! " "It is money and greed that prompt intelligent human beings to adopt the method of slaughter. For the sake of our soft and smooth fur, human beings have lost their conscience and sympathy. " Grandpa sighed heavily.

Night, deeper, the bright moonlight sprinkled the grassland, everyone slept, and the feeling of fear still lingered in my heart, making it difficult for me to sleep. Grandpa's words just now reminded me of what happened to my parents. According to my uncle, when I was three years old, my parents were killed at human gunpoint. Although disasters become more and more distant and vague with the passage of time. However, I still feel scared when I think about it now. I miss my parents very much and my past life very much. Unconsciously, tears rolled down. Good past, all good things, really can only be reproduced in dreams? So, the beautiful little angel-angel took me into the paradise of my dreams. ...

"Du-du-du-du", a rush of horns broke my dream and quiet night. Panic, gunfire, crying, suddenly sounded in my ear. I opened my blindfolded eyes and asked stupidly, "What's the matter?" My sister said in horror, "The killer is coming again!" For an instant, I was stunned and stupid. My brother pulled me hard and jumped out with the clan.

"Bang", a gunshot scared everyone to scream. The voice is heartbreaking, and I am young and ignorant and can't stop crying. At present, machine guns are shooting at us, just like a salamander coming at us, just like a barrage covering us. Suddenly, shouts and cries mingled. Ah! Relatives and friends fell down one by one, and grandpa tried his best to push me out. At this time, I have become a tearful person, resolutely refused to go and stood stubbornly. Grandpa cried and said, "son, go, go, there is hope when you are alive!" " "I let out a long whistle, stretched my limbs and ran desperately to the end of the grassland. Along the way, tears kept flowing and wet the grass on the ground.

I don't know how long I have been running, but I am exhausted. I looked back at the distance: the wind was roaring and the trees were swaying.

I know it's not easy for a person to come to this world, isn't it the same for animals? But soon after birth, he was separated by cruel people. They also have feelings! But when people take them home, don't they think about their parents' feelings? Besides, people don't care about them forever, but abandon them when they are still young. Yes, they are animals, but they also have their own brains, but they are so "stupid" that they are still desperate to find them when they know that their owners have abandoned them, but all this is in vain. They can only live on the streets and become real wild cats. One day, however, it took its hostess upstairs, and the hostess gave it up and let it go. The cruel "meow" sound made by the kitten with the door aroused the sympathy of the young master. So I opened the door again, fed it water and played with it in the corridor. It no longer feels lonely, it is lively and cheerful, rubbing around at the feet of the little master to show friendship. The little master loves it more because of this affectionate behavior, and thinks it is destiny takes a hand, but this little master, she has no adoption right. At this time, the man in the house spoke and refused to adopt. The reason is very simple, there are many bacteria and the infection is difficult to cure. The little master's heart suddenly sank, and this little master is me.

I really don't understand why white people are so cruel. Small animals are also small creatures. You can't keep them and throw them away if you want! They could have played happily with their mothers, but humans deprived their mothers of custody and then threw them away, which became a vicious circle.

Humans are so selfish that they abandon animals for survival, but the reasons are unreasonable. However, have humans ever thought about what you would do if you put yourself in the other's shoes and accepted the same treatment as animals? This is really unfair to animals. They need freedom and embrace nature, but you won't allow them. They want to go back to a warm home, but you turned them down; They want your concern, but you ignore them and go about your own business. You are too selfish.

5. The indissoluble bond between the Jewish girl and the wolf In World War II, an 8-year-old Jewish girl left her hometown to escape from the clutches of the Nazis and fled into the mountains alone. Unexpectedly, she formed an indissoluble bond with the wolf. Misa de Finska is 70 years old. From the outside, she is no different from ordinary people. But she insists that this is only a superficial phenomenon. "I can never be like others. I am a mistake made by nature. Before I go out, I will make up like everyone else. I am doing the same thing as others, but I am an animal at heart. " Of course, the animal she refers to is a wolf. Misa's mother is a Russian Jew with black eyes and long black hair. Misa's father is a German Jew with brown hair and blue eyes. When the Nazis began to slaughter Jews, Misa's parents fled from Germany to Belgium. Later, when Belgium was occupied by Nazi troops, Misa's family had to hide in the east. Misa's mother is always afraid to go out because she has obvious Jewish characteristics. Misa goes out with her father occasionally, and she sometimes goes to school. For the safety of Misa, her parents made a careful plan in advance. They told Misa that if they were caught by the Nazis, a woman would meet Misa at school and take her to a safe place. One day 194 1 year, it happened unfortunately. Misa's father didn't meet her at school as usual, but a strange woman came. She took Misha to the home of a stranger on the outskirts of Brussels. After that, Misa never saw her parents again. By chance, Misa heard that her adoptive family was quietly discussing whether to hand over Misa to Nazi officers and soldiers. In fear, Misa decided to flee and look for his biological parents. She stole some bread and apples from her adoptive parents' house and wore a compass. According to her adoptive parents, her biological parents went to Eastern Europe, so Misa decided to go to Eastern Europe. Along the way, Misa tried to avoid contact with people and ate anything he could find and steal. People eat everything when they are hungry, including carrion, worms and even mud. It's just to fill my stomach. "She sleeps in a barn, in a tree hole, in a cave, or simply sleeps outdoors. She said that several times she really curled up in the body of a slaughtered horse and fell asleep. In Poland, Misa met a wolf for the first time. That day, she stole some food from a farmhouse, and a man chased her out and threw stones at her. Misa ran as fast as he could and hid in the Woods. She was hurt and screamed in pain, like a wolf howling. Suddenly, Misa found something looking at her. At first she thought it was a dog, so she threw it a piece of meat, but it wouldn't come near. Its bark made Misa realize that it was not a dog, but a wolf. Misa became familiar with wolves, and they became inseparable friends. The female wolf was very kind to Misa and gave her all her prey. Misa called her Rita's mother. In those days, Misa had a good time. When Rita's mother comes back from hunting, she will share her spoils with Misa, such as rabbits and other prey. After eating, Misa snuggled up to Rita's mother and fell asleep laughing. Misa seems to have found another mother. For Misa, Rita's mother is the whole world. Later, Rita's mother had a male wolf as a companion. At first, the male wolf was very unfriendly to Misa. He tried to attack Misa several times, but Rita's mother stopped him. After finding out the male wolf's temperament, Misa learned a lot. Whenever the male wolf outbursts, Misa will make the appearance of submission, lying on the ground, curling up his limbs and showing his throat. When the male wolf sees it, he will give up. Misa lived with these two wolves for some time. As for how long it is, Misa said that he was too young to have a concept of time. Later, two wolves were killed by hunters, and Misa was very sad. She left the Woods and went on her own. A few weeks later, Misa met a pack of wolves. This is a big family, with a wolf father, a wolf mother and several cubs. Misa also joined in. When the wolf's father and mother went out to catch prey, Misa stayed to take care of the little wolf and acted as a nanny. When they came back, Misa imitated the appearance of the little wolf, squatted down on all fours and licked his mother's nose for food. At first, the mother wolf leaned back and refused to feed Misa. But Misa kept making gentle cries and entreaties, and the female wolf approached slowly. Only then did she spit the food to Misa. Gradually, Mother Wolf began to treat Misa like her little son, and Misa became a member of this special family. However, the good times did not last long. The wolves broke up, and Misa returned to a person's life. She went east to Ukraine and stole a train to Croatia and Italy. It took more than four years back and forth. After World War II, Misa returned to Belgium. She told others about her experience, but people didn't believe her. Misa's story is so bizarre that people don't believe that a child can stand this experience. Therefore, Misa chose silence, and she kept the past deeply in her heart. In Belgium, two teachers took Misa in and sent her to university. Misa had four operations on her toes before and after, because her toes had grown together before, and she could hold the ground as deeply as an ape. Misa tried a lot of work. She was sent to a convent, but she ran away. Later, she stayed in a transportation company as a flight attendant. More than half a century later, Misa and her husband now live in a small village on the east coast of the United States. They immigrated to the United States from the Netherlands on 1985. They own a simple-looking white bungalow. Her home is easy to find. It is a well-known animal shelter. There is an elephant statue on the doorstep, a bear statue in the bush, 23 cats and 2 dogs at home, and bird food is hung on the branches of every tree in the yard. Two dogs are chasing and rolling around each other in the yard. There is a sign hanging on the fence "Beware of dogs in the yard". Misa went into the kitchen and saw a big fat cat lying in the sink, and another cat found a place to rest on the cupboard. At this moment, her dog ran in, jumped on the table and grabbed a piece of Italian sausage. " No Honey, no. "Misa said in a loving tone, scratching the dog's ear as he spoke. Misa said that she has never been so patient with people, but she has endless patience with animals. What she witnessed during World War II made her angry with mankind. Misa said that the most tragic thing she saw during the flight was some children. They were unloaded from the train, lined up and shot one by one. These children didn't say a word before they died, and no one shouted. Every time a shot is finished, a child falls down and falls into a big pit. A little girl died holding her doll. From that moment on, Misa said to himself, "My relationship with mankind is over, forever. "Those soldiers who kill people may have become fathers and have their own wives and children. How can they do such cruel things? Misa doesn't understand. In contrast, Misa thinks wolves are much better than people, at least they can accept her. For many years, Misa has been on guard against human beings. She carries a knife with her, and there is a knife in every room in the house. There is a machete at the gate, a Japanese knife in the living room and a dagger on the bed. Misa has another dangerous habit. She will bite people, even her husband, when she can't vent her emotions or encounter setbacks. Misa said that she bit Morris so hard that she could hardly breathe. Morris said that when he and Misa first met 30 years ago, Misa was particularly prone to lose her temper, and anything could be the trigger for her to bite. Fortunately, Morris had a good temper, and he tolerated Misa's excesses. Misa said that she didn't want to get angry, but once provoked, she would lose control and become extremely dangerous. She often tells herself: No bite, no bite. 1997, Misa wrote this experience into a book entitled "The Wolf Saved Me".

6. A desert area is particularly short of water. According to reports, each person only needs to rely on the garrison to transport 3 kilograms of water from far away every day. 3 kilograms of water is not only used for drinking, washing rice and vegetables ... but also for feeding animals.

Animals can't live without water, they are thirsty! Finally, one day, an old cow, who had always been regarded as simple and honest, was so thirsty that he broke free from the reins and forcibly broke into a highway that a water truck had to pass through in the desert. The old cow waited for a long time with shocking discrimination, waiting for the military vehicle carrying water. The old cow quickly pushed it up. The soldiers carrying water had encountered such a situation before, but those animals were not as stubborn as the old cow. There are regulations in the army that the water truck can't "run" halfway and can't deliver water casually. These regulations, seemingly ruthless, are actually forced to do so. Every drop of water is a person's "ration". In the desert, people and cattle were consumed so much that it lasted for a long time and even caused traffic jams. The drivers behind began to swear, and some impatient drivers tried to drive away the old cow by igniting with gasoline. But the old cow did not move. Like Mount Tai, she didn't relax. Until the owner of the cow comes.

The owner of the cow was so guilty that he picked up the whip and severely beat the thin old Niu Yi. The old cow was beaten to the skin, but it still didn't move. Finally, the blood flowing from the whip marks dyed the whip red, ox red, yellow sand red and sunset red. The sad Cleisthenes sound of the old cow, coupled with the cold and cool wind in the desert, looks so tragic. The water truck on the side cried, and so did the driver waiting for the bus. Finally, the sailor said, "Let me violate the team rules once, and I am willing to accept the punishment." He took out his portable basin, put about 3 Jin of water from the waterwheel and put it in front of the old cow.

The old cow didn't drink the water that she worked so hard in front of her. Facing the sunset, she screamed at the sky as if calling. At sunset, a calf ran behind the sand not far away. The injured old cow watched the calf drink water greedily, stick out its tongue and lick the eyes of its beloved son. The child also licked his mother's eyes. People in silence saw tears in the eyes of mother and son. The horizon lit the last glow, and the mother and son didn't wait for the master's cry. In people's silence, they set foot on the road home.

One night at the end of the 20th century, when I saw this earth-shattering scene from Hunan Satellite TV, I remembered the poverty at home at the beginning of the reform and opening-up more than 20 years ago, and the suffering mother who has worked so far. Like many viewers in front of the TV, I left tears.

Humans have always thought that animals can't cry, but this buffalo can cry.

7. Bing Xin once said: "The essence of beauty should be harmony. This kind of harmony is embodied in people, which creates the beauty of people; Expressed in things, it creates the beauty of things; The integration with the environment creates the beauty of the environment. " From this sentence, I feel the beauty of harmony. However, "harmony" seems to be an easy word to understand, but it is difficult for people and animals to live in harmony. Once, I read two stories and deeply felt the true meaning of harmony. There is a story like this: a group of monkeys sneaked into a farmhouse to eat peanuts and were seen by the farmers. The farmer picked up a stone and threw it at the monkey, hitting it right on the leg. Monkeys and monkeys ran back to the mountains and told their "king" the whole story. So they came to the farmhouse. Just this day, the farmer went out, and the monkey took revenge for a stone and pulled out all his chickens. The poor chicken became the scapegoat of its master. Another story goes like this: a traveler, in the endless desert, saw a white wolf as hungry as hell. The traveler gave the white wolf everything he could eat, and the wolf was finally saved. One day, the traveler was surrounded by a pack of wolves. They wanted to eat him. The traveler knows: "I am a helpless person." So he closed his eyes and waited for the wolf to open his mouth and eat him. But after waiting for a long time, the wolf didn't come to eat him. He felt very strange, so he opened his eyes, only to find that the white wolf he saved last time was around ... After the traveler escaped from the gate of hell, he suddenly became a big thing. As long as we are kind to animals, they also know how to repay them. These two stories tell us that everything between man and nature must be friendly and harmonious to avoid all kinds of tragedies.

8. Once upon a time, my grandmother bought a kitten from me. I saw it as soon as I entered the door and thought, great, another friend can do it. Every day after school, I take him to the yard to play, and sometimes I let my classmates come here to make him happy. Every time he plays with others, he runs around the ground as if playing tricks on us. My playful girls are alive and kicking like a few fish, and I don't know if they will die. The cat was so ambitious that it played for a long time before going to bed. He will only sleep with me, sometimes put him in his own nest, and he will sneak into my bed. He has been with me since he was a child. One day at noon, after I came back from school, where was the kitten for grandma? He didn't say I didn't see anything when I looked for it, so he asked his mother, where is the kitten? He said, "I cried when my grandmother lost me." They finally got scared of me and brought me a little black cat at the food market. Unlike the previous one, he was naughty, didn't follow me, and ran around. It always sleeps in its own nest and refuses to catch mice. We all hate it. Finally, I got lost. Every time I go home, I see a cat, much like my old one. I turn around from time to time to have a look. Because the cat was taken to the country and never came back, I was reluctant to part with it until one day I found a cat exactly like it in the yard. I clapped my hands, and it jumped around unexpectedly and came to my arms. Who can understand this kind of mood? I can't bear to see it, and I can't wait to run home and give it a bath. It kept licking my face, and we all did. In our laughter, day after day, day after day, we welcome every day and leave happily!

9. On a sunny morning, a mother duck led a group of naive ducklings to stroll on the streets of Vancouver. The cars on the roadside stopped to make way for the ducklings, and the whole street was full of peace. A few ducklings, who had never seen the world, looked around and accidentally fell into the sewer. At this critical moment, the mother duck is calm and let the ducklings save themselves first. But because the current is too fast, the duckling can only flap its wings to swim, which is useless at all. Mother duck saw this situation, so she asked a few ducklings nearby to do something, so she asked the policeman who was reading the newspaper on the roadside for help. At first, the police just saw the duckling quack and thought it was playing with him, so they didn't care too much and continued to concentrate on reading the newspaper. Suddenly, the mother duck panicked, bit his leather shoes and flapped her wings to the accident site. When the police saw her panic, she seemed to realize what had happened and followed her to the accident site. Duck's mother took the patrolman to the sewer. The patrolman looked down and found several ducklings croaking in the sewer. The policeman found a big leaf under the tree and spread it out in front of the duckling. When the duckling saw something blocking it, he swam around and continued to quack. But the mother duck and several ducklings beside her croak at the ducklings in the sewer. The ducklings swam to the big leaves as if they had an epiphany, and the rest of the ducklings learned from it and swam over for the patrol to salvage. Finally, the duckling was saved. From: composition daquan duck mother and duckling thank the patrolman very much. In order to express their gratitude to the patrolman, they croaked and made a salute gesture. The patrolman saw them funny and gave them a gift, watching them waddle on the road. What a touching scene! Let me feel how harmonious and beautiful people and animals are! Moreover, the mother duck regards human beings as friends and helps them when necessary, which shows that she is a mother duck with maternal love and wisdom.

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Summer, fanaticism, I came home from the library and kept trying to get rid of the heat, just as I grinned and shouted, "It's so hot! It's really hot! " At that time, a mass of white appeared on the oil-green lawn, which suddenly made my eyes shine. It's a cat! Dressed in a white dress, she proudly held her head high at me and called out "Meow". A few thin beards rose slightly, and a pair of discerning eyes reflected the dim light. Its appearance makes me feel a little cool. What a beautiful cat! It seems to have no owner. I bent down to tease it. It jumped to the side sensitively, and its big eyes were full of hostility. At the moment, I noticed that it was too thin! It must be a stray cat that has been hungry for a long time. I took out the sausage in my pocket and threw it to it. It jumped at it as excitedly as it saw its prey, and ate it in three bites. I tried to touch its gorgeous fur, but it didn't hide. That's how we met. I call it "White Duke". I think such a proud creature should be called Duke. In the next few days, I will wolf down my meal every day, then run to the kitchen to find some leftovers and leave a message for my father, "I went to play!" " "I went to the white duke. It is easy to find. It's under a ginkgo tree behind the lawn, or on the marble table in the square. Sometimes on the path. It seems cautious when it sees me, but it also seems to appreciate the food I send. He licks his mouth after eating and squints at me. I am very happy. I know it's telling me that this meal is delicious. Thank you! Oh, you're welcome Gradually, we got to know each other, and I spent the whole summer with the Duke. I have a strong feeling. I bring it food all day, and it always stands proudly under the ginkgo tree and waits for me. Sometimes, when I do something wrong and feel bad, I will come to it with tears in my eyes. It seems to understand my sadness, put away the duke's pride, obediently into my arms, gently rub, meow. I wonder why it is always so clean. A stray cat keeps herself so neat every day. It's really the duke! Now is the autumnal equinox, the maple leaves turn red, the sky turns pale, my grade is getting higher, and I have more and more study tasks, so I don't have much time to spend with my dear duke. Sometimes after school, I will see a group of snow-white people still standing quietly and proudly among the ginkgo leaves waiting for me. When you see me, you rush over happily and rub it on your leg. I leaned down and patted it and said, "I'm going to do business, so I can't play with you!" " "It rubbed me like a coquetry, so I had to touch it before I went home. One day, when I came back from school, my duke was dragged by a large group of children. He cried helplessly. He saw me meowing loudly like a rescuer, so I ran to drive away the children and looked at my duke piteously. Without my care, it lost a lot of weight and lay at my feet very cleverly. I can't put it down. Because I like it, I want to take good care of it. But I still can't do it. It is dead. Died in the cold wind, peacefully among the ginkgo leaves, silently. I think we must love each other deeply. This kind of love is different from other kinds of love. It is the love between people and animals. I'm sorry, dear duke. Why don't you rub it at my feet? Under the ginkgo tree or on the marble slab, why isn't there your proud figure? Duke, we have different loves. Even if you have passed away, this different love will not die, right?