The girl in the film was fascinated by the fluffy, shiny fox by accident. Her tracking journey was so entangled, the forest was so big, she could be so sure that the little fox who had never seen clearly in the midst of thousands of flowers could meet again? But the girl's eyes were firm, she just didn't have time to have such fast legs, otherwise she would follow it straight to the ends of the earth! ! Fortunately, it's just a forest. No matter how big it is, it's just a quiet valley with a few mysterious peach blossoms. Unknown things always make people fascinated, right?
The girl's optimism intensified with the emotional outburst. But after a glimpse, the little fox never appeared again. The value of mystery lies in soothing the spirit to the greatest extent, but it may be empty-handed in the end. The girl is not reconciled, she has to wait, to find, to chase little by little, even if it is only a trace of a little fox. The leaves are falling, and the snow is flying in the blink of an eye. I think how many snowflakes were flying in the past, and it was just snow. Who would have thought that these snowflakes could wither layers of sadness? Snowflakes carry memory devices, right? Otherwise, it seems quiet, but it always makes people want to think of the warmth in the last snow... Snow season is suitable for memories, please be careful when picking up the snow flakes, don't be so hard, you will hurt it.
But this girl didn't feel so much. She just walked step by step on the knee-high snow, exploring, but only saw a few fox footprints. One accidentally fell, and the girl broke her foot. She had no choice but to stop searching for a while. By the stove at home, the girl flipped through the fox's picture book over and over again, and carefully painted the little flickering shadow in her heart with a paintbrush, but at this moment, she could only heal her wounds patiently. Where the hell have you been hiding, that little thing? ?
Winter was coming to an end, and in the middle of the night, in the woods, came the cries of foxes when they were having sex. Late winter was the time for foxes to mate, and the girl smiled and listened, as if that was the cry of the little guy she loved.
Spring is coming soon. The flowers are blooming again. The girl took off her cane and jumped, but it was still just an empty fox hole, or simply a gorgeous turn of the little fox, most of which were just a flashing back. She waited, waited and waited, but she couldn't just wait like that, right? The girl moved a ladder and climbed up the tree to look into the distance, or simply tore a few pieces of bread on the ground, bait! ! Perhaps the most stupid and vulgar way, but it is also a way to have to try. It finally worked, the little fox wagged his tail and sniffed, the girl was so excited, she was as ecstatic as a baby seeing a long-lost mother, but that kind of feeling is purer than the enthusiasm between mother and baby, after all, one is connected by blood , one is a stranger! The girl followed the fox all the way to the other end of the forest. She didn't seem to hesitate at all, as if she was determined, and then stabbed her forehead. Maybe, at this moment, it was just for a sustenance, and then wantonly pursued.
In an instant, the mountains and waters, the swamp and the stone caves all walked over. The girl got lost and had to sleep in the woods at night. The eyes of the beast were as frightening as the claws of the bear, and the little fox ran away! The girl leaned against a dead tree and waited for the dawn. Waking up from the stinging eyes of the sun, the girl is delighted to find that the little fox is back! Still sleeping beside him, so peaceful, like a small blanket that he accidentally kicked away at night, with the residual warmth of his body, but he couldn't wait to embrace it. The girl started stroking the little fox's head, and the little fox didn't dodge any more.
Maybe, that night in the woods, the two little guys became friends. But not all friends can be measured by time, not all time can measure the meaning of friendship. At the beginning, the girl hoped to tame it, so when the little fox followed the girl's scent to its house, the girl asked the little fox to go upstairs, come to her little home, close the door, and feel the warm little nest. Unexpectedly, the little fox broke out of the window and fell heavily on the cold ground, with the scarf the girl gave him tied around his neck. The girl understood that the little fox was her friend, but not a friend she could restrain. That would only deprive it of its freedom and cause it to be bruised all over. The girl quietly carried the little fox back to the den in the woods. Its children climbed out and looked at the dying little fox. Well, this is a little female fox. In the late winter, when the girl heard the fox bark, It is also its cry. Our little fox princess has her own happy home, which belongs to her world. If it is her own selfishness, it is depriving it of everything that should belong to it, and it is unfair to it. So, let it go, give it freedom, that's what it means to be friends with each other.
In the end, the girl still has to go to the woods to see her little friends every day, and our fox princess no longer hides - there are two more shadows snuggling in the woods, but they have to go home before the sun goes down.
So what? The intertwining of hearts, even if it is a cold winter and heavy snow, no matter how far the distance is, it is only a day and a night, they will meet the next day, this life is enough.
If there is no chance to see you again, or if it is a piece of ice that cannot be warmed by the splendid sun, it is just a pinch of feathers, why should it be like Mount Tai?
Pat your butt and go home, there is still a warm windowsill at home. Spring is not far away, that is what you have been waiting for in this life
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