My little bird flies through the cold winter,
It sings from the branches of the Ash Forest.
The seeds in the mouth fell,
Unexpectedly, it will grow into my spring.
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This story is written before the spring of 2026.
Everyone has a wall of thorns to climb on their way to freedom.
Imitation of the Victorian era/1v1/primary school student writing style/write whatever comes to mind
The character's three views do not represent the author's three views
Intention: freedom, dignity, love. They are all worth living for.