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fff,A red kite perched on a withered branch, its brownish-red feathers edged in black, like a flickering flame. Its hooked beak slightly opened and closed, and its sharp eyes scanned the wheat field. Its tail feathers occasionally trembled, adjusting its balance. Suddenly, it stretched its wings, diving down like an arrow, snatching a mouse in an instant, and then flew up into the sky, leaving a trail of shadow cutting through the morning mist