I caught a bird that day.
Oh no, rather than catching it, it is better to say that it accidentally walked to my window sill.
Its wings are white and its song is melodious. Sometimes it will peck the palm of my hand gently. So after a while I got used to its company and it became a regular part of my life.
One day I lost my bird. Having lost my beloved thing, I sent out flyers everywhere to look for it. I asked everyone I met, have you seen my white bird?
The beggar downstairs told me that he once saw a blackbird flying over my window sill.
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