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I saw the community aunt downstairs secretly putting out rat poison, which reminded me of that fight with rats. At that time, the summer before last, I had just retired. When the mouse appeared, my daughter and I were standing on the platform watching an egret flying over from the other side of the river. The sun is still very bright at this time and cannot be called a sunset. The sky was very calm, and fish-scale clouds began to gather, like egrets flying across the sun, their shiny and transparent wings fanning out ripples in the sunlight. The egret deliberately lowered its height so that we could clearly see its feathers trailing behind it in a bunch. I told my daughter that usually it would stay on the mountain behind the community for a short period of time, combing its feathers and assuming many different poses for several elderly people there to take pictures and praise. This was the case during this period. My daughter doesn't like animals, and her eyes have long been absent from the egret.