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Humans seem to like to give different meanings to each species.

--crow.

Dogs represent loyalty, cows represent diligence, pigs represent laziness, eagles represent bravery, magpies represent auspiciousness, and crows... represent bad luck.

When the crow was still a hungry chick, it watched its parents being killed by humans.

Their feathers were plucked out, their eyes were dug out, their heads were smashed with stones, and their bodies were left to be torn apart by wild dogs...

It huddled in its wet nest, wondering why humans were so cruel to crows?

"There seems to be a baby bird in the nest up there? Should we kill them together?"

The sound of laughter sounded like the devil's whisper to the crow's ears.

It cannot understand human speech, but can sense the malice emanating from the voices.

"Forget it. This tree is so high that it's a bit difficult to climb up. Anyway, if the big crow is killed, the young birds inside will soon starve to death."

The humans under the tree left, but the crow still shrank back in its nest, not daring to stick its head out.

Before long, it was starving, but its parents never showed up...

The rain started falling again, and the cold raindrops fell on the crow's body. Its feathers had not yet fully grown out, and it felt the rain was icy and biting, causing it to shiver even more violently.

The crow opened its mouth and called out again and again, thinking that its parents would fly back to it like they did in the past. But until its voice was completely hoarse and its body was completely soaked by the rain...

However...two orioles suddenly appeared in front of it.

Their feathers are so beautiful, like warm sunshine, temporarily dispelling the coldness from the crows.

The female bird held a fat insect in its sharp beak and approached the crow.

The hungry and cold crow quickly opened its mouth and swallowed the whole worm into its stomach.

The orioles stayed and built a new nest here. They treated the crow as their own child and fed it every day.

As the crow grew older, the oriole laid eggs of its own, but before the eggs hatched, it never came back.

The crow, which was able to flap its wings briefly, gradually felt uneasy while waiting.

Its eyes rolled around, and the scene of its parents' tragic death flashed through its mind.

After hesitating for a moment, it spread its wings and left this nest, this tree, and this forest for the first time...

It flapped its wings vigorously and flew crookedly towards the village where humans lived.

Then I saw an even more cruel scene...

Two orioles were caught by several human children, who plucked the orioles' feathers one by one. The orioles made sharp cries in pain, but the children laughed when they heard the cries.

"The oriole's call is so beautiful, just like singing."

"The feathers are beautiful too. I want to collect them."

"I want it too, I want it too..."

Several children tore the oriole's feathers even harder, and the feather tubes were stained red with blood.

Anger made the crow's eyes turn blood red. It flew over and wanted to peck the human children, but before it got close, it was hit by hard stones.

"Where did this crow come from? It's so unlucky!"

"Hurry up and smash it to death. My parents said that crows are the most unlucky."

"Smash it to death..."

A few more stones were thrown at the crow, and the crow could only dodge in a panic, and was almost hit several times.

Until the children were tired of hitting the oriole, they found that the oriole in their hands was dead. After plucking all the oriole's feathers, they threw the oriole's body on the ground like garbage.

"It's really not fun, dying so soon."

"I know the oriole's nest. There are bird eggs there. We can wait for the baby birds to come out of the eggs and then catch the little ones."

"Good good."

"But I didn't kill that unlucky crow. How annoying."

"Forget it, I'll bring a slingshot next time and kill the crow then."

The crow hid on a branch, watching the children's figures getting farther and farther away...

It doesn't understand, if crows are killed by humans because of their ugly appearance and hoarse and unpleasant voices, then why are orioles killed by humans even though they are bright and beautiful, with melodious and pleasant voices?

Humans seem to be the masters of this world, holding the power of life and death at will.

The two orioles that fed it died, so it flapped its wings and returned to the bird's nest, looking calmly at the lonely egg. It followed the example of the orioles before it, hiding the egg under its body and incubating it with the warmth of its feathers.

The oriole raised it, and it wanted to repay the favor by hatching the egg...

The crow didn't dare to go out into the world outside the woods again. It guarded the egg tightly, fearing that something might happen to it.

Until one day, cracks appeared on the eggshell and an ugly baby bird was hatched. It struggled to open the broken eggshell, and its clumsy movements became more and more agile.

Crow looked at the scene in front of him curiously, and felt as if his heart was struck...

Is this the birth of life?

It began to act like an adult female bird, searching the woods for insects and feeding the newly hatched little orioles.

Gradually, it became more and more skilled at flying, its wings became stronger, and its black feathers became brighter...

As it watched the little oriole grow up, it felt as if it was doing something great.

However, the little oriole's call soon caught the human child's attention.

As the crows flew out to look for bugs, several human children came to the tree.

"This is it. That's where the two orioles built their nest."

"I heard birds chirping these past two days. It must be the bird's nest up there."

"Who among you is going to climb a tree? I'm a little scared of it being so high, I don't dare to climb it."

"Tsk, what a coward, let me do it."

The child who was talking was a good tree climber. He was like an agile monkey and quickly climbed to the bird's nest.

When he saw that there was indeed a bird inside, he reached out and grabbed the bird, then put it in his collar and quickly slid down the tree.

"It has been caught. I have a cage at home. I will keep it there for now."

"It looks too small. Will it survive?"

"If it dies, catch another one! It's just a bird anyway."

They left the woods happily, laughing and talking all the way.

When the crow came back, the nest was empty.

It looked around blankly, chirping and calling out to the little oriole everywhere.

But everything seems to have returned to the past...

No sound responded to it.