I would say, thank nature for killing me in the south. . . Every day, the city is noisy, people come and go, and unqualified drivers keep honking their horns, which makes my life wonderful. A long sound in the middle of the night startled me, and the dump was as high as the mountain, making it difficult for me to sleep. Occasionally, some idiots stay up in the middle of the night and play rock and roll. . . What do you want us birds to do? . . ? The air quality in the south is getting worse and worse. The companion who keeps exercising every morning has already died of lung cancer. Now that the south is very good, we don't have to see the sun every day, and we birds don't have to get up early. . . I'm still very tired in heaven. I have to get up early and find bugs to eat. Can other birds remember? When we drank Sanlu milk powder and waste oil together at the garbage dump?