[Ordinary urban real-life dilemma + stray animal rescue + warm and healing daily life + no CP + slow-burning plot + non-traditional refreshing article]
After 996 social animal Lin Xiaoman was struck by a windfall from heaven, he decisively abandoned the worldly standards of success and started a peaceful life.
With his left hand stroking the cute and arrogant paws of the orange cat Daji, and with his right hand stroking the honest head of the local dog Dali, he built a stray animal utopia on the outskirts of the city.
When everyone was about to watch the decadent drama of the nouveau riche, she used the adoption agreement with cat paw prints and the financial statements with dog hair to turn the rescue center into a healing station that warmed the whole city.
Who said that resigning and lying down means being degenerate?
She uses her billions of dollars in possessions of both cats and dogs to tell you: True freedom is to waste your life on the things you love - even if the things have fluffy ears and wet noses.
Some friends reported that the preliminary preparation was too long and the writing was mediocre. Please give me a chance. You can start reading from Chapter 61. Everything I want to write is here, which is about the current situation of stray animals + the practical difficulties of rescuing + legislative suggestions + discussion of the business-based philanthropy model. I will be happy every time one more person sees it. Then you can just read the previous articles if you don't want to. No need to tell me.
PS: I accept civilized comments and will accept everyone's opinions to revise the article.
Ideal writing, generating electricity for love, creating dreams step by step.
Reader comments
"Xiao Man and Her Letters from Barren Mountain": A clumsy idealist, writing to all "nosy" people
The birth of this book is like those stray cats huddled in cardboard boxes - at first I just wanted to find a safe haven for a little kitten in the cold wind, but now I want to build an ideal house.
I was just an ordinary migrant worker living in a village in the city. I saw a lame orange cat dragging over a trash can. The wound on its right front paw had become festering and smelly, but it still used its three intact legs to jump around to catch beetles in the cracks of the rocks. I saw someone feeding expired bread to a stray dog in the short video, but the comment section was scolding "low-level red". I saw the current plight and helplessness of stray animals. We are always teaching others how to be kind correctly, but we are stingy about squatting down and wiping away a dog's tears.
So there was Lin Xiaoman, a social beast who "resigned when he suddenly got rich". She is not a perfect savior. Although the setting of winning the lottery may be a bit dramatic, it allows the protagonist to break away from the shackles of the world and become a "dream maker" in the barren mountains. I can't think of a better reason to escape the class gap than this. I deliberately arranged many embarrassing moments for her, because real rescue is never in the filter, and it is even more difficult than this.
Looking back now, it does look like a bowl of undercooked porridge.
This book may not be "cool" enough. It doesn't have so many villains, and it can't make them cry and repent. I think this kind of "healing with cracks" is more needed than a fictional counterattack. Salvation is not to build a temple from the ruins, but to warm the scattered bricks piece by piece until someone is willing to step on it with bare feet.
I want to give the cultural symbols of Chinese pastoral cats and dogs a new meaning - they are no longer a "wandering" footnote, but an indispensable wild poem in the urban ecological chain.
Finally, I want to bow to you who are reading this paragraph. Thank you for being willing to click on this long-winded book review, and thank you even more for stopping for ten seconds for the dirty calico cat on the street corner. Those clumsiness and stubbornness that I wrote in the book, those moments of hitting the wall and getting up again in reality, may one day become a touch of tenderness in this steel forest, just like the Hangzhou Stray Animal Protection Regulations that appear at the end of the book.
PS: (I was stumbling when I picked up the pen to write, but it started to get better later. I personally think this book is meaningful, so I gave myself five stars. If you don't like it, please mark it out. If you feed one more stray cat because of this, then this book is not in vain.)
The writing at the back is a bit horizontal and eye-catching.
"Xiao Man and Her Letters from Barren Mountain": A clumsy idealist, writing to all "nosy" people The birth of this book is like those stray cats huddled in cardboard boxes - at first I just wanted to find a safe haven for a little kitten in the cold wind, but now I want to build an ideal house. I was just an ordinary migrant worker living in a village in the city. I saw a lame orange cat dragging over a trash can. The wound on its right front paw had become festering and smelly, but it still used its three intact legs to jump around to catch beetles in the cracks of the rocks. I saw someone feeding expired bread to a stray dog in the short video, but the comment section was scolding "low-level red". I saw the current plight and helplessness of stray animals. We are always teaching others how to be kind correctly, but we are stingy about squatting down and wiping away a dog's tears. So there was Lin Xiaoman, a social beast who "resigned when he suddenly got rich". She is not a perfect savior. Although the setting of winning the lottery may be a bit dramatic, it allows the protagonist to break away from the shackles of the world and become a "dream maker" in the barren mountains. I can't think of a better reason to escape the class gap than this. I deliberately arranged many embarrassing moments for her, because real rescue is never in the filter, and it is even more difficult than this. Looking back now, it does look like a bowl of undercooked porridge. This book may not be "cool" enough. It doesn't have so many villains, and it can't make them cry and repent. I think this kind of "healing with cracks" is more needed than a fictional counterattack. Salvation is not to build a temple from the ruins, but to warm the scattered bricks piece by piece until someone is willing to step on it with bare feet. I want to give the cultural symbols of Chinese pastoral cats and dogs a new meaning - they are no longer a "wandering" footnote, but an indispensable wild poem in the urban ecological chain. Finally, I want to bow to you who are reading this paragraph. Thank you for being willing to click on this long-winded book review, and thank you even more for stopping for ten seconds for the dirty calico cat on the street corner. Those clumsiness and stubbornness that I wrote in the book, those moments of hitting the wall and getting up again in reality, may one day become a touch of tenderness in this steel forest, just like the Hangzhou Stray Animal Protection Regulations that appear at the end of the book. PS: (I was stumbling when I picked up the pen to write, but it started to get better later. I personally think this book is meaningful, so I gave myself five stars. If you don't like it, please mark it out. If you feed one more stray cat because of this, then this book is not in vain.)
The writing at the back is a bit horizontal and eye-catching.