Although the season has passed the beginning of spring, it will take some time for spring to really come. At present, the middle of the river is still the sphere of influence of the remnant winter, and the oppressive cold makes the Checheshan Mountain at night quickly quiet.

The noise of the black oil tank is over, and he can't compare to Zhao Quan's half-crazy person. This old guy has a hard mouth and a soft butt, and he doesn't want to drink the northwest wind at the top of the mountain. vented the resentment in his heart, and Gu Yigui hastily withdrew his troops.

Qiuqiu's heart was very excited, how could he sleep. He followed the seven old men closely during the day, for fear that the seven old men would not want it. Now, the seven old men are asleep, and Qiuqiu is relieved. It was convinced that this was its home, and that this was where it would live.

Desperate to learn about the place where it was about to start a new life, Qiuqiu couldn't contain the excitement in his heart and crawled out of the shoe box.

The night breeze blew gently, and the cold air of the night quietly shrouded Cheche Mountain.

The ball doesn't feel cold, it eats a lot, and it doesn't feel cold when it's full.

As the saying goes, "If you are cold and hungry, you will have a hard time".

In Qiuqiu's memory, cold and hunger always go hand in hand.

There was a fire in Qiuqiu's heart, which burned his heart. This made it, which had suffered a cold reception, feel that happiness came so suddenly.

The ball came to the yard. There is an old apricot tree on the west side of the courtyard dam against the fence. The branches of the old almond tree stretched out under the stars. Its branches occupy more than half of the western wall.

The branches without leaves are lined with silver hooks in the dark night sky.

The ball circled around the old apricot tree, although during the day it had sprinkled a soak of urine under the old apricot tree, marking that this was its territory.

Qiuqiu raised his head under the old apricot tree. The stars seemed to fall on the branches and forks of the old apricot tree, as if the old apricot tree had blossomed some shining flowers.

This old apricot tree was planted by his Lao Tzu in the year when the seven old men were born, although its branches are horizontally oblique, and the trees are still full of flowers every year, in fact, it has passed the prime of life like the seven old men.

Qiuqiu made a round around the yard.

The chickens and ducks rested in the coop, moving occasionally to bring out some stinky smells.

The old ewe lies still in the sheepfold, her mouth constantly regurgitating and making a thin chewing sound. The smell of sheep in the sheepfold made Qiuqiu a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but sneeze.

Qiuqiu looked around and climbed out of the drainage ditch by the old apricot tree.

In the quiet of the night, this mischievous puppy begins his journey to explore Cheche Mountain.

Qiuqiu sniffled, smelling a lot of strange breaths, and his little brain was full of curiosity.

The breath in the cold air is fresh. There is the smell of the villagers' food, the smell of heat after the firewood is burning, the fishy smell of the chicken coop and duck shed, and the complex smell of all kinds of people.

At night in the mountain village, there seems to be no sound except for the wandering of the wind.

Qiuqiu's ears are sensitive, and it hears all kinds of sounds beyond the sound of the wind.

Rats rummage through cabinets in people's kitchens, chickens and ducks whisper in cages, men snore, women dream, children grind their teeth......

Qiuqiu's soft soles stepped on the frozen mud and ran happily. Ran out of the village, ran over the ridges, stepped on the wheat straw on the side of the road, saw the vines.

The ball ran through the vegetable field where the seven old men worked during the day. The remaining leaves have been covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

The ball runs through the weir pond outside the village.

The leaves and stalks of the remnants of the lotus in the weir pond shivered in the wind.

Qiuqiu didn't know how graceful they were in the summer, but felt that the shadows of the stars reflected in the waves of the water looked like many eyes.

A waterfowl that hunted at night was startled by the ball and let out a terrible chirp.

Qiuqiu watched the waterfowl fly into the air.

Qiuqiu saw the bright starry sky in the dark sky.

Qiuqiu was stunned. Countless stars, twinkling, like jewels adorned on a large piece of black velvet. Qiuqiu is like a child who has discovered a treasure chest.

Under the night sky, the outlines of those mountains rise and fall gracefully. The fields, the trees, the cottages, the hazy shadows, the cold silence in the night.

It had never seen such a vast scene before.

Such a sight, maybe people have forgotten it.

The people of the city, lost in the high-rise buildings, neon and car lights have polluted the night sky of the city.

People in the countryside come to close their homes at night, turn off the lights and sleep, no matter how beautiful the night is, it is empty and lonely.

Who will look up at this magnificent starry sky? Who knows how beautiful this rural winter night can be?

Qiuqiu heard someone singing. Zhao Quan's singing in the middle of the night began again.

The singing that tormented the people of Checheshan was a different novelty to the ears of Qiuqiu.

The ball followed the song and ran towards the mountain of cars.

On the mountain road, clumps of silk grass made the ball stumble a little.

In the early years, there were not so many weeds on the mountain road, and hard-working farmers would hoe the weeds along the road. Today, the higher slopes are uncultivated, and only grass and shrubs grow unchecked.

Falling and getting up, getting up and falling again, the ball stubbornly marched towards the top of the mountain. It smelled the residual herbal fragrance of wild chrysanthemums, and heard Zhao Quan's singing voice getting louder and louder.

Qiuqiu lay in the grass and watched Zhao Quan walk around and around the top of the mountain, singing. It wasn't annoyed at all, and it wondered why the man didn't sleep at night like the other villagers.

Qiuqiu didn't understand Zhao Quan's lost soul, and he didn't know the meaning of his song, it just thought it was fun.

Zhao Quan was tired of singing, and when he walked down the mountain, Qiuqiu was actually a little nostalgic.

After Zhao Quan left, Qiuqiu ran to the top of Cheche Mountain. Zhao Quan's breath still remained on the top of the mountain, with some residual sadness.

The last quarter moon is already hanging in the sky.

In the blue night sky, the moon is so big and so bright, like a budding flower and an affectionate eye.

The clear glow of the moonlight and the stars of the day reflect each other.

Cheche Mountain is bathed in a silver glow, and the images of trees and rocks are clear.

The cypress trees with dense branches and leaves, the bitter nan with all the leaves, the tall sour jujubes, and the low prickly jujubes and wild peach trees are all clearly presented in front of Qiuqiu's eyes.

The wind wandered through the trees, shaking the branches and whining.

The withered weeds, the peas, rape, and beans in the mountainside fields were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

The ball seemed to be able to hear the slight click of the water vapor as it condensed into frost.

The moonlight is colored with frost, and the frost color dyes the sky, and the heaven and earth are ethereal and clear.

Qiuqiu saw the whole picture of the whole Cheche Mountain in the night.

The ridges of the fields were like frozen snakes, dividing the fields into pieces.

The cottage was silent in the bamboo grove, asleep, and seemed to be snoring slightly.

Outside the village, the Heitan River meanders, and it is impossible to see where it came from or where it is going. The water waves reflected the moonlight, like a shining silver ribbon.

Qiuqiu saw the courtyard of the seven old men, the old apricot tree in the yard. The branches swaying in the wind shimmered with moonlight.

The cold wind was blowing Qiuqiu's hair, and it was a little cold.

A cooing murmur came from the ball's throat, believing the joy in its heart. It found that it loved the little village that surrounds Cheche Mountain.

Qiuqiu ran down the mountain of cars, ran across the fields, and ran back to the courtyard dam of the seven old men.

Qiuqiu lay in the nest that the Seven Old Men had prepared for him—an old shoebox. There are seven old men's old clothes in the small shoebox, which has the warmth of football fans' love.

Qiuqiu fell asleep, and the smell of happiness was in her breath.