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Short Story: Neon Bird Its silhouette flitted between the towering buildings. Time rushed by, the city's din seemingly endless. As the sun rose, people's footsteps began to bustle, and Feifei, too, sought her own rhythm amidst the throng. (Feifei), a small bird, wasn't a newcomer to Hong Kong. She loved its wetlands, grasslands, forests and coastal areas. Whenever she needed to escape the cold, she would think of Hong Kong. One morning, Feifei awoke on the balcony of a house, stretching her wings. She habitually hopped to the window ledge, her keen eyes searching for breakfast. Food wasn't hard to find in this city, almost everywhere. People discarded it as soon as it slightly discoloured. Restaurants and eateries constantly supplied food, with patrons often leaving uneaten portions behind. Yet, on one unfortunate occasion, while foraging, Feifei was struck down by a man with a thick, heavy stick. The blow caused her immense pain. After that, she...

  The Lost Melody ( Original Story by Tonkabean ) (Translate by AI) He sat quietly beneath the banyan tree, his gaze vacantly following the green leaves as they drifted down, his mind a blank canvas. Since the accident, he had lost her, and with her, his memories. He seemed to have forgotten her completely.   But the melody that kept recurring in his mind, (Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do...), was like a set of keys. Each time it sounded, fragments of memories surfaced. He remembered her smile under the banyan tree, the gentle way she stroked the bamboo branches, the warmth of the spring breeze as it passed by them.   (Do Do Do Do....) The melody grew clearer, the images more complete. He recalled their walks in the rain beneath the banyan tree, the leaves falling onto her hair, him gently brushing them away.   (May I spend my life with you, the flowers bloom fleetingly, spring has deepened). Her voice echoed in his ears, he remembered her promise, and the ...