[Non-shuang slow-paced writing/female-oriented/online dating/dog training/self-redemption/male competition]
The best way to destroy a bird is to say it is singing, whether it is in pain or happiness.
Those who love it stand under the trees and listen. When it barks, laugh; when it stops barking, wait.
When it barks, they love it even more.
Then it stopped barking.
His mouth was open and his throat was moving, as if he was doing something he had done before.
The people under the tree asked, "Why don't you sing anymore?" She sang very well, it seemed like that.
They saw that it was still flapping its wings and opening its mouth.
It is still moving, that is, it is still singing.
No one asked what it was about. No one asked who it was sung to. No one asked if it wanted to change its voice or stop singing altogether.
It doesn't sing anymore.
They waited for a while and then left, saying that other birds were singing elsewhere.
But it didn't stop singing. Its mouth keeps moving, its throat keeps moving.
But they were under the tree and couldn't hear.
Later it learned a word. Say it to the wall, say it to the window, say it to the white air that you spit out at night.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
The tree is green again. It shook its wings and tried to fly.
The mouth opened.
This time it wants to ask first.
Can you hear it?
