Pigeons always regard the central square as their own back garden. There are masses gathered here, as white as butter clouds. There was another "whisping" moment, and dozens of them jumped up. Spreading its wings and soaring high, its snow-white edges and bright red eyes dazzled at the same time, and it seemed to be able to hold on to everything, carrying everything on its shoulder wings. This is undoubtedly a docile bird that only waits for other creatures to harm it. It sings of peace and hopes and sunshine. It is also stupid, trusting people easily, jumping around, bowing its head obediently, and thinking about the food in the hand that can break its neck at any time. Stupid, laughable, and disgusting.
++++ He would never see such a stupid person in his life, with bright eyes, stubborn and childish, knowingly asking "why not", so pure and artificial.
He will never meet such a good person in his life.