When I came home for the Spring Festival, my mother made me kill a duck, which made me feel bad. I especially don't like hurting animals. I don't know how to say it, from birth to death, in my heart.

Like me, I dare not kill a fish. My parents sometimes kill chickens and ducks, and I dare not even run into the house. . It feels cruel, but I feel nothing after eating it. Sometimes I wonder how to cook after marriage. I wonder if those chickens, ducks and fish should be killed in the market and taken home. I won't buy them alive. I've been thinking about it for a long time, every day. . .