Xiao Xiaosong stayed on his mother's back and walked all the way to the forest wrapped tightly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just in time for the terrain, they stood on a high place and saw the white mist splashed from the fallen trees.

This scene left a deep impression on Xiao Xiaosong's mind, and she forgot her words for a while.

The snow in the forest does not melt for a long time, and some fallen leaves fall later, and when it snows, they will be covered with heavy snow and frozen on the ground.

It is said to sweep the fallen leaves, but in fact, it is to smash the frozen snow shell and carry the frozen fallen leaves home. When the snow has melted and dried, you can start a fire.

This usually occurs when the remaining matches are about to run out and the weather is very good.

In heavy snowy weather, I dare not go out.

Lumberjacks come on good winter days.

There is a half-meter-wide road in the forest, which was carved out by lumberjacks to transport timber down the mountain.

The road has a certain slope, after cutting down the tree, dragged to the road, a few men on the top of the push, the wood will slide down, if you encounter a gentle slope to stop, and someone stands aside and dragged it to the place where the slope becomes larger and continues to push down.

In this way, the huge log was transported down the hill.

Changbai Mountain has a lot of snow in winter, and those logging men go like a gust of wind after ten days and a half months.

Those men were extremely sensitive to the weather, and less than two days after they withdrew, the long snow season in Changbai Mountain began.

Build a small snowman that can last a whole winter. Not only that, but the little snowman will grow up slowly in the winter. Komatsu's favorite pastime at that time was to sneak out and compete with the little snowman to see who was faster.

At first, it was Kokomatsu who won, but it didn't take long for Kokomatsu to be no match for the little snowman.

Occasionally, Xiao Xiaosong looks at himself who has always been unhappy, and he will be depressed.

She crossed her waist, looked at the little snowman angrily, and said angrily: "I won't shoot snow for you, see how long you still grow!"

The tip of the little snowman's frozen red nose stretched out, I don't know if I understood it.

When I woke up the next day, only a short section of the red tip of my nose was exposed to the snow, and the little snowman grew taller again.

After being angry for a few days, looking at the shapeless little snowman, Xiao Xiaosong remembered the happy hours in the past, and took pictures of the original shape of the little snowman with fur gloves.

I couldn't reach it on the top of my head, so I begged my strong and capable father for help.

Komatsu's father was a clever hunter who could shoot rabbits in the woods from a hundred paces away, and knew many, many things. Shooting a snowman, for him, is just a casual move.

The winter of Kokomatsu passed with the company of a hot ondol, a roasted deer leg and a little snowman who was growing taller.

The spring of Changbai Mountain is one section at a time. Start at the base of the mountain, then slowly work your way up, and then, before you know it, the trees that have fallen their leaves are pulling out tender buds.

The frozen river melted and flowed with a cold air. The unknown flowers in the forest gradually bloomed one after another.

In the low bushes, green bean bumps emerged, and it didn't take long for the green bean bumps to slowly swell, as if they had blushed their faces, and turned into small red berries.

The berries that are red and blackened are sweet, but the berries that are half red and half green have a sour taste.

Kokomatsu picks and picks down. The red ones were eaten in their stomachs, but the half-red ones were put into a small basket and brought back to their mothers to cook.

Just after a rain, there were a lot of mushrooms and fungus growing in the forest, and his mother was picking them up not far away, so Xiao Xiaosong walked across the small basket to find wild berries not far away.

There was a sudden sound in the woods, like a gust of wind blowing in the flatland.

In fact, windy is unlikely.

The dense trees hold hands to isolate this side of the world, even if there is wind, it can't make such a big movement. What's more, the trees here are towering.

Xiao Xiaosong nervously withdrew his hand stained red by the juice and looked around in fear.

There was silence all around, and there was not the slightest disturbance.

Xiao Xiaosong looked at it for a while, and when he saw that he didn't find anything abnormal, he continued to pick berries and continued to eat while picking.

At this moment, the sound of rustling sounded again.

Then came the sound of grunting and swallowing.

Xiao Xiaosong remembered the story that her father told her about the bear, and the little basket was so frightened that she couldn't care about it, and hurriedly ran to her mother's place.

But she was really short, and in a panic, she lost her way in the grass, jungle and sea, and became farther and farther away from her mother's place.

But she didn't know anything about it, and continued to run desperately panting.

I fell, got up and continued to run, and my skin was cut by the sharp leaves of the plant, and I didn't scream, but I knew to go forward and continue to move forward.

In Xiao Xiaosong's heart, as long as he finds his mother, he will find support.

She didn't dare to look back at what lay behind. Because she heard it, and the rustling followed her. She accelerated, and so did the rustling.

Maybe there's a bear behind him.

Kokomatsu thought.

My father told many stories about bears.

They are tall, sturdy, and powerful enough to tear open the wolf's body with their bare hands.

The more Xiao Xiaosong thought about it, the more panicked he became, and the more he panicked, the more he wanted to run back to his mother, but in a hurry, he accidentally stepped on the slippery moss on the tree trunk, and an upside-down onion fell to the ground.

The sound of the squirting was getting closer and closer, as if it were close at hand.

Xiao Xiaosong remembered the story that his father had told that a hunter went into the mountains to hunt, but he encountered a bear, and in a hurry, he pretended to be dead and lay on the ground, so he escaped. Because, bears don't eat the dead.

So, Xiao Xiaosong held his breath, tensed his body, and pretended to be a dead man.

The rustling finally stopped, but the heavy footsteps were getting closer.

Finally, as he got closer to Komatsu, the footsteps stopped.

For a long time, there was no sound except for the occasional chirping of insects and birds.

Xiao Xiaosong's face was about to turn purple. She was terrified in her heart, but because she was worried that the bear had not left, her survival instinct allowed her to break through her limits.

Suddenly, a furry thing reached out to Xiao Xiaosong's cheek and poked it slowly and gently.

Xiao Xiaosong did not move.

The poke hesitated a little, and then continued to poke and poke again.

This time, the range of movement was a little larger, and the fluffy hair just partially blocked Kokomatsu's breathing. Xiao Xiaosong felt that his nose suddenly itched, and he couldn't help but sneeze a lot.

Ahh

Xiao Xiaosong couldn't help but rub his nose and raised his head, facing a small black bear that was frightened by her sneeze and took a few steps back.