- He came to kill the white fox,

Fox skins to sell her?

Is there such a good thing in the world?

The eldest lady was skeptical. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She squinted her eyes like this,

Skeptical

It seems to believe and it doesn't seem to belief.

But she nodded very understandingly,

And said honestly:

"Then I'm going to trouble you young man!"

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The white fox is like smoke,

Like the wind,

Run

Galloping among the ridges and grasslands.

And then

On the hill where the run,

Through the thorn bushes,

Walk through the depths of the overgrown forest.

hidden,

Searching,

Hiding everywhere.

It's just that you can still hear human voices in the distance,

dog barking,

Shouts......

One by one.

And the sound of arrows piercing the wind,

As if in distress,

One by one, it was empty.

She's just trying to survive.

Like an ordinary white fox surviving.

For a bite of food,

For the sake of a brute,

A prey,

And struggling,

Trying,

And desperately,

Don't give up,

Don't give up easily and run with loss.

Found......

After the possibility that I will eventually be chased,

She'll be overtaken.

She dropped the half dead chicken she had in her mouth,

I just gobbled it up.

Memories seem to take root,

It's like a seed of memory......

Suddenly, it took root and sprouted......

Dense foliage began to grow in the bottom of her heart.

The branches and leaves that have been buried in my heart for a long time,

The memories that grow,

Blooming like a bud,

bloomed in her heart,

Flowering,

rooted,

I gave birth to a root of hope and hope.

She had to wait,

Waiting,

And quietly,

Hopeless,

fruitless,

Afraid.

What kind of worries do you have?

What kind of nostalgia do you have?

What kind of dodging and trembling are there?

What is possible?

What kind of impossibility is there in this way?

- Survival,

How hard is it?