Maybe, I am wrong.

A faint sunset slanted on this lifeless land, where many short stumps were smashed, and the circle of trees above it circled the history that once belonged to them.

The old crow did not move, and his eyes looked at the distance with ecstasy: it used to be a lush forest. It used to be a full-fledged life and a happy life. However, the emergence of human beings broke this beauty, they brought an axe and a shotgun.

There is a kind of paper product called "money" that is most favored by humans. They have never stopped pursuing "money" and even killing each other for money to satisfy their various strange desires. I heard that they have been deforestation recently, and the criminal acts of destroying animal homes are also for money!

Gradually, humans are getting more and more crazy. They destroy the crow's home, destroy water resources, and catch small animals to make what they call "wild taste." They are selfish, greedy, intriguing, and killing each other. The sacred and beautiful nature is smoldered by these demons.

Nature is what we fear. Finally, she was angry, and her anger and disappointment prompted her to punish these ignorant children: the mountain torrents, the earthquake, the tsunami, the earth and stone flow. The disaster has caused countless people to be displaced and their families to be destroyed. Human beings are afraid of it, and they finally know how to cherish it. However, everything is too late. There was a serious shortage of resources, and they began to plant trees to restore the broken heart of Mother Nature.

The old crow is still looking at the distance, it is dead. In the distance, there is a faint voice from humanity: maybe, I am wrong.

Third day: Jia Qinqin