what is love? An elf sat in deep thought among the green branches. If the wind is there or not. A bird flew over, stopped on a branch, and looked at the rice field that was about to ripen in the distance. The elf took out a bunch of yellow rice and asked, "Do you love this rice?" "Love." "Why?" "It drives my hunger away." The bird finished pecking at the rice, and lightly combed its smooth feathers. "Do you love this rice now?" The elf took out another bunch of yellow rice. The bird looked up...