Are There Any Books Suitable for Self-Study and Learning Skills?

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Blue and gray snow feathers: A lonely shadow in the wilderness returns to its nest in the forest. The north wind in late autumn carries broken snow and passes through the endless withered yellow reeds. Green gray flapped the heavy wings, and the feathers on the left wing were torn open by the sharp claws of the falcon. Dark red blood dripped down the stems, and smeared red plums on the white snow particles. It was a gray turtle dove. It was supposed to arrive in the warm south with the large migrating army, but it fell behind during the falcon raid three days ago and became the only flying bird in this wasteland. The exhausted Qing Hui fell on a broken dead reed pole. Just as he was about to comb his messy feathers, he heard a subtle flapping sound coming from the reeds. Pushing aside the withered yellow reed leaves, it saw a ball of snow-white curled up in the crevice of the stone - it was a white wagtail, its right paw was pinched by the iron clip abandoned by the hunter, its toenails were turned over with flesh and blood, and it had to lean on the stone wall to barely support itself even when standing. Its bright black eyes were full of vigilance and despair. "Are you alone too?" Qing Hui's voice was hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper, carrying the exhaustion of a long flight. Xueyu raised his eyes and looked at it for a moment, then nodded slightly. The slightest movement involved the wound, causing it to tremble slightly in pain. The night in the wilderness came unexpectedly, and the cold wind roared in with frost. Xue Yu's feathers were blown close to her body, and she almost lost her body temperature as she shrank. Qing Hui endured the severe pain in his left wing and moved to the edge of the stone. He used his uninjured right wing to protect Xue Yu tightly. The fluffy feathers blocked most of the cold wind: "Stay closer, it will keep you warmer." Xue Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally shrank into the warmth. That night, the two lone birds nestled against each other in the cold stone crevices, listening to the howls of wolves in the distance. They forgot the fear of wandering alone. Only each other's body temperature became the only light in the cold night in the wilderness. As soon as it was light, Qing Hui got up first. It knows that in this wasteland, stagnation means death. "You wait here, I'll go find some food." After saying that, it spread its wings and flew to the sky. The wound on its left wing was painfully pulled, and every time it flapped its wings, it was accompanied by a heartbreaking pain, but it still flew firmly in the direction of the vegetation. It found a few cold-resistant wild fruits on the frozen river, and pecked some plump grass seeds under the sunny slope, then carefully picked them up in its mouth and flew back. When he returned to the crevice, Xueyu was holding soft hay in his beak and spreading it bit by bit at the bottom of the crevice. Seeing Qing Hui coming back, it immediately stopped moving and a glimmer of light flashed in its eyes. Qing Hui put wild fruits and grass seeds in front of Xue Yu: "Eat some quickly to replenish your strength." Xue Yu shook his head and pushed half of the food with his beak: "You eat too, you bled a lot." After many arguments, the two birds finally shared the rations, and there was a little more trust in each other's eyes. In the days that followed, they gradually formed a tacit understanding. Qing Hui endured the pain and was responsible for foraging for food from a long distance, while Xue Yu pecked at insects in nearby stone crevices and collected hay and feathers to make the temporary home even warmer. Once, in search of more abundant food, Qing Hui flew too far and mistakenly entered the territory of a group of sparrows. When the sparrows saw that it was alone and helpless, they swarmed to attack it. The old wound on the gray left wing was pecked until it burst and bled, and its feathers fell to the ground, so it could only stumble back. Seeing that its injury was worsening, Xueyu's eyes turned red with anxiety. She gently combed the gray and blood-stained feathers with her beak, then flew tremblingly to the river, carrying dew-stained anti-inflammatory grass in her mouth. It carefully chewed the grass with its beak, and then applied it bit by bit on the gray wound, as gently as if it were caring for a rare treasure. "Don't fly so far in the future. It's too dangerous." Xue Yu's voice was thin, with an uncontrollable cry. Qing Hui looked at its nervous look, smiled reluctantly, and rubbed the top of its head with his beak: "If you don't fly farther, you will be hungry." At that moment, Xue Yu suddenly felt that the pain in his right paw seemed to be much lighter. During the harshest days of winter, blizzards sealed the entire wilderness, leaving the sky and earth pure white, and even wild fruits and grass seeds were buried tightly. Qing Hui's wounds have not yet healed, and he cannot go out to look for food at all. The food stored in the crevices of the rocks is about to run out. Xue Yu looked at Qing Hui's dwindling appearance, gritted his teeth, and resolutely spread his wings and rushed into the wind and snow. Its little paws stepped on the slippery ice and slipped to the ground several times. The wound on its right paw was rubbed until blood started to ooze again, but it still refused to give up. Finally, Xue Yu found a few shriveled wild beans in a rock crevice sheltered from the wind. It was so happy that it flew back with wild beans in its mouth. Its wings were wet from the wind and snow, and they were so heavy that they could hardly lift them. When it returned to the stone crevice, its paws were red from the cold and its feathers were covered with ice, but it immediately pushed the wild beans in front of Qing Hui: "You eat, you have to recover, and we can leave here only after the injury is healed." Qing Hui looked at its shivering appearance from the cold, and then looked at the hard-won wild beans. His throat seemed to be blocked, and he pushed the wild beans back after a long time: "We want to eat them together. I can't let you take risks alone." In the end, the two birds ate the wild beans separately and cuddled tightly together, using each other's body temperature to warm each other, and managed to survive the coldest days in the wilderness. After the beginning of spring, the ice and snow on the wasteland gradually melted, Qinghui's wings finally recovered, and Xueyu's paws could barely walk on the ground. They stood at the entrance of the stone crevice, looking at the lush forest land in the distance, their eyes full of yearning. "Let's go there. There should be plenty of food and safe habitat there." Xue Yu looked at Qing Hui with expectation in his tone. Qing Hui nodded and spread his wings: "Okay, I'll take you to fly." Xue Yu was a little timid at first, after all, it had not flown for a long time, but with Qing Hui's company, it gradually found its courage, and the two birds flew side by side to the forest. This woodland is indeed lush with vegetation, gurgling streams, and rich in wild fruits and insects. The only drawback is that there are no other birds inhabiting it, so it seems a bit deserted. "Shall we build a nest here?" Snow Feather fell on a tall oak tree, looking at the leafy crown of the tree, his eyes sparkling. Qinghui immediately responded: "Okay, let's build a home here." From then on, they began a busy life of nesting. Qing Hui flies to the distant mountain forest every day, picks up thick branches, and builds the frame of the nest. Each branch is chosen to be extra strong, for fear that the nest will not be strong. Xueyu shuttles through the forest, picking up soft velvet and feathers, and carefully spreading them in the nest. She also finds smooth stones to round the edges of the nest to avoid scratching each other. After more than ten days of hard work, a strong and warm nest was finally built, hanging firmly on the highest point of the oak tree, overlooking the entire forest. But the peaceful days did not last long. Soon after, a group of crows discovered this rich woodland. They not only robbed the food found by Qinghui and Xuefei, but also tried to destroy their nests with their hard beaks. Qing Hui immediately stood in front of Xue Yu, fighting against the crows with his sharp beak and powerful wings; Xue Yu relied on his flexible body to get behind the crows, pecking their tail feathers and eyes, interfering with their attack. Although they are smaller than crows, they have been pecked by crows several times until their feathers fell off and their blood flowed. However, they never flinched. Their figures fighting side by side shuttled between the branches, like two inseparable lights. Seeing that they could not attack for a long time, the crows were disturbed by Xue Yu, and finally they could only leave in anger. This battle was witnessed by a few nearby flying but lone birds. A little sparrow, whose feathers had not yet fully grown, flew timidly to the oak nest and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me, can we stay here? We can't find our parents." Qing Hui and Xue Yu smiled at each other and nodded immediately: "Of course, this will be your home from now on." Not long after, two more chickadees scattered by the storm and an injured hoopoe came over. Qing Hui and Xue Yu not only took them in, but also took the initiative to teach the sparrows to identify edible fruits and teach the tits how to avoid natural enemies. Xue Yu also used the previous method to find anti-inflammatory grass to treat the wounds of the hoopoe birds. Gradually, more and more birds came to seek refuge with them, including turtle doves, wagtails, tits, woodpeckers and orioles. The branches around the oak trees were gradually filled with large and small bird nests. Qing Hui became the leader of the bird flock. He remembered the name of each bird and knew who had weak wings and whose eyesight was poor. He always carefully arranged for strong birds and weak birds to go together for food. When encountering danger, he was always the first to rush ahead. Snow Feather has become the "steward" of the birds. It divides the area around the oak tree in an orderly manner, plants insect-repellent herbs beside the nest, and uses a gentle voice every morning to remind everyone to avoid natural enemies. It also carefully takes care of injured or young birds. The flock of birds is getting stronger and stronger, and in the sky above the forest land, you can often see patches of bird wings passing by, and their chirping sounds are full of excitement and tranquility. Once, several young birds surrounded Qing Hui and Xue Yu and asked curiously: "Chief, Mrs. Xue Yu, why did you stay here to build a flock of birds in the first place? Don't you continue to fly south?" Qing Hui looked at Xue Yu who was combing his feathers next to him, his eyes full of gentle smiles, and his voice was low and powerful: "Because you, Mrs. Xue Yu, and I have both experienced the pain of loneliness and know how difficult it is to face the wind and rain alone. We have supported each other through the most painful days. I just want more lonely friends to no longer have to wander alone." Xue Yu took over, gently touched Qing Hui's cheek with his beak, and said softly but firmly: "Besides, a place with each other is a real home; only a place with a home can build a stable group." As time goes by, the gray feathers are gradually stained with frost and are no longer as bright as before; the white feathers of the snow feathers are also more mottled, and the flying speed is much slower. But they still stand side by side by the oak tree nest every day, watching the birds flying out to look for food in the morning and returning to the nest together in the evening, watching the young birds grow up, and watching new life being born in the forest. No one will forget that this lively woodland was originally just a gap in the wilderness where two lone birds cuddled up against each other; no one will forget that it was Qing Hui and Xue Yu who used their perseverance to "never break up despite difficulties" and their gentleness of "pleasure but not bullying" to piece together countless lonely fragments into a warm and strong home. Whenever the spring breeze passes through the woodland, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants and the singing of birds, it is the most beautiful praise for the green gray and snow feathers. Their love does not have a grand vow, but they have grown to rely on each other in desperate situations; there is no earth-shattering feat, but their unyielding companionship has turned their little love into a great warmth that protects all living beings. This love can be sung by the sincerity of staying together in the wilderness, weeped by the persistence of sharing life and death, admirable by the bravery of fighting side by side, and even more praiseworthy by the warmth that spreads the warmth of a pair of lonely figures to the entire forest.

378 我 My Mythical Animal Is a Cat Prajna LibraUrban233k Wordscompleted 26Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Is it possible to study Chinese medicine? Doctor's article, don't be influenced by the title, it's very interesting to read.

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23 Is there any similar divine book? It's really interesting. Although I am also a financial person, I have never read anything like this. It's eye-opening! This divine book cannot be defined! I can only recommend it!