Snow-capped, thousands of miles of snow. Pen&Fun&Pavilion www.biquge.info[Burn^Text^Library][]. [774] [buy]. [ ] (Book Library (7764)) The icy peaks of Changbai Mountain are always hidden in the clouds; The frozen Songhua River has long lost its colorful blue waves.

There is a small village at the foot of Changbai Mountain. In the bitterly cold winter, the original road has been covered with thick snow. The branches of the trees with ice cubes are crystal clear and beautiful. At this time, a teenage boy appeared at the entrance of the village, to be exact, a boy who was running hard, wrapped in thick cotton clothes and pants, and a small red face in the swaying cotton hat. The white mist was scattered as he gasped for air, and soon dissipated into the cold wind.

The little boy ran into his own courtyard and shouted, "Father, mother, help!" "What's up! Tu'er! A middle-aged man and a woman ran out of the house, and a large light gray dog that looked like a fox came out after them. It wagged its tail happily and walked around the earth, rubbing his clothes affectionately and sniffing the back of his hand. "Dad, mother, a big tree in the school has collapsed the classroom, and Teacher Huang is buried inside, you should hurry up and save her!" "Tu'er damn it, I'm going to call someone, you go to the school first to see how Teacher Huang is doing." "Mother, I'll go too!" "Tu'er, don't go! Stay at home, do you hear me? Father commanded. Tu'er pouted and watched her father and mother run out of the courtyard at the same time.

Tu'er lifted the curtain and walked into the house, and the little raccoon followed in with his tail wagging. On the warm hot kang head, a big fat cat with black and yellow is sleeping lazily in a circle. The boy was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, and he stroked the hairy head of the little raccoon that had been pleasing him all along. The little wild dog he picked up at the entrance of the village and was dying of starvation had been with him for three years, and was now his closest friend. The big fat cat lazily opened its eyes, glanced at the little master secretly, and turned over on the kang. The pot-bellied and poopy stretched its waist, ignoring the little master's flustered and anxious expression, it changed to a comfortable position and continued to sleep with its head covered. The boy came over and sat on the edge of the kang, stretched out his hand and scratched the neck of the big fat cat, and sighed: "Alas! Chubby, it's time to get up, you big lazy! Don't think you're going to be able to stay in bed with your little cub in your arms, get up. "The preoccupied Tu'er is bored and teasing the pregnant big fat cat.

It was completely dark, and my father and mother had not yet returned home. Mr. Huang doesn't know what's going on? Tu'er remembered that terrible moment. I was sitting in the classroom, reading the beautiful books that the teacher had just brought back from the city. And Mr. Huang is preparing for class, everything is so beautiful. But with that loud sound like the sky falling, a disaster occurred without warning, and a very dilapidated bungalow was smashed to pieces in an instant. It's horrible! The shivering Tu'er's stomach was growling, and the little raccoon and the fat girl were hungry. A coquettish "meow" chirps; One wagged his tail and wrapped around him. Tu'er climbed on the kang and lay down upside down. The little boy, who was hungry and tired, could no longer hold back a drooping eyelid, and soon fell asleep in a daze.

"Whoa, whoa!" The rooster sings. Tu'er seemed to have woken up from his sleep. The big red rooster in his house always announces the dawn on time. Tu'er heard the conversation between his father and his mother in a hazy way, and the voice seemed to come from a very distant place. "Daddy, you see what a good girl she is. She was not in the city to be blessed, but came here to suffer. I don't have to take my life to save my life. Alas! "That's called volunteer teaching, and it's to support schools in remote mountainous areas like ours. Without them, children like Tu'er would have no books to read. Our Tu'er likes to read so much. Now it seems that only the bizarre Lingzhi on the strange tree by the legendary Tianchi that flickers and towers into the clouds, which will emit a fresh and pleasant sound and shine, can save Teacher Huang's life. I don't even know what to do! Really hope for a miracle. Tu'er, who felt a headache, was so sad that he wanted to cry loudly; I want to see their teachers right away. Tu'er pricked and tried to get up, but as soon as he raised his head, he felt his eyes full of Venus spinning in the sky. He fell headlong and fainted.

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