上次的烤松子太少了，小(🏛)渔都没吃到几颗，好怀念那个味道呀。

　　慕宁原本放在手里把玩的东西(🔸)“卡擦”的碎了，红色结晶的石头透过结界，落在地上，更像是无中生有。

　　楚(🏿)轩(🛅)靠着墙盘坐下来，众人注意到，他整个人几乎是(🖖)滑下来的。

　　白女士点头，误会更深，言辞恳切道：“医生，没什么不能说的，我挺得住，你就说(🕋)吧，是晚期吗？还有多久？我这辈子知(🎐)足了，没什么放心不下的。”

　　“呼(🌖)！！”

　　郭九娘昨儿还在庆幸呢，幸好绿倚这(🤺)几日不在，若不然遇见个这(👪)么清隽俊美的郎君，兴许一颗芳心要守不住了。

　　“领会心中疲累......”

本想说下面是全书最喜欢的一段话，但想想喜欢的段落太多了，这顶多排前五： How best to think about shared mycorrhizal networks then? Are we dealing with a superorganism? A metropolis? A living Internet? Nursery schools for trees? Socialism in the soil? Deregulated markets of late capitalism, with fungi jostling on the trading floor of a forest stock exchange? Or maybe it’s fungal feudalism, with mycorrhizal overlords presiding over the lives of their plant laborers for their own ultimate benefit. All are problematic. The questions raised by wood wide webs range further than these limited casts of characters allow.

　　“父皇，我替你把那玩意(🚊)□□！”