The whole story is a bit complicated, and even a little absurd. A rat on the sea, screwing up a grand ceremony for a country obsessed with dashi. The result was the unfortunate death of the queen, the grief of the king, the ban on soup stock and rat, and the haze over the whole country, with no rain for a long time. The big rat who made the trouble was also guilty, unhappy, and lived with his peers in the cellar.
Then our protagonist appeared, a mouse who is smaller than his peers, but has a dashing personality and is bold and romantic. Inspired by a book, he influenced the princess, defeated the villain, resolved the hatred, and drove away the haze. So the delicious broth, rain, sunshine, and happiness all returned to this country, and everyone started a happy life again. . .
What a boring story.
The only remarkable thing is perhaps the chic romance of the little mouse. As a mouse, even if there are similar criticisms and ridicules, he dares to refuse to be timid, persistent with his own enthusiasm and belief: fighting mouse traps, reading books in the library, chatting with human beings, calling himself gentleman. So stylish. . . Then compare with the thoughts in most of the brains when I was a child, it is really vulgar. We are also taught to follow the example, to do what adults think is right, to be in harmony with those around us, and so on. There are very few people who can still cling to the truth under the indiscriminate smashing of this concept. Perhaps the separation of mortals and geniuses started very early.
Be the best you can be. Maybe that belief and commonality may even seem stupid to others, but how persistent you are in your beliefs is the watershed between success and ordinaryness.
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