The Hunters Behind the Scenes: Please Don't Pull the Rope in Your Hand
A heavy snowfall for this flock of birds is like a plague to them.
Famine is sometimes more terrifying than plague.
The thick snow covered the mountains and the earth, covering the scattered berries and leaves in the bushes. A dazzling white world shone brightly. Hungry birds were startled by the omnipresent light. This hunger will continue for a while. Famine will spread for a while.
The only hope for survival lies in the human village.
They can only take the high road.
Look, they came in this vast expanse of white.
It's a small clearing, a wooden stick, and a basket supported by it. Under the basket, a lump of rice, conspicuous white. A thin, barely noticeable rope, one end tied to the stick, the other held in the hidden hunter's hand. A brave little bird, perhaps the leader, perhaps a patriot, entered this small scene with its companions.
Notice, when this brave little bird approached the basket for the first time, it noticed the danger and signaled its companions to stay on the basket's edge, and then jumped in to bring out some rice grains to feed its companions. Every time it enters and exits, it looks up at the basket,
Undoubtedly, it has a hint of timidity. Undoubtedly, love for its companions gave it enough courage to overcome its timidity,
Against the backdrop of the cold and famine winter, this small scene attracts me. This flock of small birds attracts me. The bravest one attracts me,
Its small, weak body, gray and unremarkable, but its leap, doesn't it seem like a flame of warmth in its movement? You are so cute, your deed, your courage, your intelligence, have made tears well up in my eyes. Noble! — At this moment, I want to use this word to describe you, who is low and dirty to the dust.
I cried. I have been watching you bring rice grains to feed your companions, enter and exit, one by one, bringing out rice grains from the basket to feed your companions, in this process you have never swallowed a grain. And you are qualified, you have the ability, and you have the opportunity to be selfish like this. Obviously, you don't even have such a thought. Little darling, in the face of famine, forgetful darling, you have made me cry,
The hunter behind, please don't pull the rope you're holding! When the basket suddenly fell down, it wasn't just a bird that was harmed and destroyed, but a universal love and kindness, a virtue and moral excellence that all beings admire and respect, a spark of life and hope that all beings will always worship and revere, and the only brave and noble heart that all beings will always kneel to on the ground.
The hunter behind, please don't pull the rope you're holding! When the basket suddenly fell down, this world will have crying sounds, like the sound of a beautiful jade falling to the ground and cracking, echoing far and near, and softly sobbing.
