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Six months ago, my eldest daughter bought a little white rabbit from the Internet. I told her that rabbits are beautiful and fun, but also quite troublesome. She asked, how do you know? I said that when I was a child, my family had rabbits. She was excited, "Why haven't I heard you say it before? It must be fun, right? Please write it down too, I really want to see it." I didn't give a clear answer, but my eldest daughter's hope also touched my childhood memories. I took out my old work notebook and scribbled several thousand words. Later, I went fishing in Chuhe Han Street and put aside writing about rabbits. In the early days, a friend suggested that during the anti-epidemic quarantine period, my youngest daughter also suggested sorting out and copying past poems, and found a half-written draft of "Memories of Raising Rabbits". I thought that I was idle, so I should continue writing. It was just to pass the time and to express my gratitude to my precious girl.