After cleaning, he began to feed the animals.

The little animals were hungry and barked, and the rats were cautious, watching the civet's every move and retreating into their houses.

The civet cats looked at the chicks with deep eyes, adding their tongues, as if they were planning something.

Wang Yang frowned and divided the food.

He was very suspicious that if he had sprinkled food any longer, a few small animals would have died in the mouths of the raccoons.

After feeding the food, he returned to the cave to wait for the good news from the adults.

The day passed quickly.

In winter, the days are short, the sun disappears for a while, and the adults come back early, almost three hours out before returning to the cave.

For no other reason, it snowed heavily.

As soon as the snow fell, the wind blew and hit the body very hard.

On top of that, it snows and makes it even more difficult to find prey when there is already not much prey.

The adults could only come back dejected.

The bitter cold wind was resisted by the canyon outside, and only a small stream of wind swept the snowflakes into the cave.

Wang Yang shrank back and added a few sticks of wood to the fire.

It was already afternoon, the sky was overcast, and even though there was snow dotting, the whole world was still gray, like watching a black and white TV, bleak.

Wang Yang walked to the entrance of the cave from time to time to see when the snow would stop, hoping for the sun to come out.

He really wanted to complain about the beginning of the Teletubbies, every time the sun always rose with a hippie smile, every day, every time, without cloudy, rainy or snowy days, it was simply deceiving the children's feelings.

The sun came out and finally came out after seven days.

Even after seven days of heavy snowfall, I don't know how thick the ground is.

Looking at the crystal clear, beautiful snowflakes that have been used by countless poets and lyricists to create, Wang Yang sighed.

It's good to enjoy this kind of scene once or twice, and you can enjoy it every day for more than half a year, and the romance has to become sad.

Fortunately, the weather finally cleared, and I took a breath during the depressing interval.

"Hopefully it's a good sign......"

He walked out of the canyon, climbed a tree dozens of meters high, and really began to look up at everything under the sky.

He saw that above the cave, the trees had withered their leaves, and through the cracks, he could see the mountains farther north, which were a little darker and darker than the others.

It was green, real green, but it was a little dark when viewed from a great distance.

Suddenly, he noticed a little bit of goldenness.

In winter, when white overwhelms everything, it's not easy to see something else, let alone a bright golden yellow.

Don't think it's a big autumn harvest, with golden ears of rice covering the ground, a type of larch that grows mostly in Europe.

And those greens don't mean that spring is coming, those are evergreen plants all year round, mixed with some trees such as cloud shirts.

It was further north, not too far away, but those species were extremely hardy, dotted with white mountains, and the rest of the trees that could not bear the cold were left black.

Wang Yang looked at the bare trunk under his feet, he didn't know what the name of this tree was, what kind of class it belonged to, but it was also a very hardy tree species, and he didn't know if it could hold on.

Not only it, but also the woods at Wang Yang's feet, many of them are tree species that cannot be named, and they look ambiguous, a bit unlikely.

You can't blame the trees for growing unfamiliar, you can only blame your own lack of knowledge.

But one thing is for sure, most of the foothills are hardy coniferous forests, but they are different from the structures in the distance.

Wang Yang hugged the slender trunk of the tree, which was blown by the wind and swayed gently.

The treetops swayed gently with the wind, scattering snow, and he also shook gently, not returning to the feeling of shaking to Grandma's Bridge, the snow fell on his head, face, body, extremely cold.

The little guy hurriedly grabbed Wang Yang's shoulders and shrank up, afraid of falling.

It couldn't have fallen, and Wang Yang wouldn't let it fall, he stretched out a hand and took it into his arms, waiting for the tree to stabilize.

In the next few days, Wang Yang took it to climb to a high place, hoping to see the breath of spring for the first time.

Finally, one day, he found that the snow layer that had been accumulated for a long time was a little thinner, and when he stepped into the snow, he suddenly felt very wet, and when he lifted his foot again, it looked extremely heavy.

He endured the discomfort and climbed the tree.

The white rabbit skin under his feet was completely wet and silently stained together.

The snow and ice on the trees were no longer solid, and the slightest shaking caused large snowflakes to fall, smashing his face to the ground.

He was not disappointed, but very excited, the blood in his whole body seemed to be ignited at this moment, burning hot, and he walked up the tree in three or two steps, looking into the distance.

In the extreme distance, the towering summit changed its whiteness for many days, revealing a little green at the end, and the bottom of the summit was sporadically a little greener.

The snow and ice are melting, and they are melting rapidly.

Wang Yang laughed twice, climbed down the tree, ran back to the cave, and in everyone's inexplicable eyes, turned out the stored food, and ate and drank a lot.

As it turned out, his instincts were correct, and the winter that had dominated him for many days was finally leaving.

The temperature seemed to have risen a lot over the course of the day, and the snow had weakened, though not all at once.

After a few days, the snow melted almost completely, and occasionally a little white could be seen on the ground.

Most of the water in the canyon has seeped into the ground, and the ice surface of the creek, which has been frozen for many days, has thinned and there seems to be water flowing at the bottom of the stream.

The white that has shrouded the world is rapidly fading, the sky is no longer hazy, and the sun can finally bring warmth to the world for a longer time.

Wang Yang was in a good mood, no longer restricting everyone's eating, and was quickly eliminating the remaining food.

As soon as spring arrives, these foods will rot quickly, and there is no point in keeping them.

Sure enough, a few days later, the seventh month since the beginning of winter, there was no trace of white in the heavens and the earth, and the brook flowed again into the distance.

From time to time, I hear birds returning to the north, exuding the chirping of spring returning to the earth.

Adults don't need to organize, and they step into the forest like an alarm clock, wanting to take advantage of the sunny weather these days to catch some small animals that wake up from hibernation.

If you ask how effective it is, Wang Yang will answer honestly: "Not good." ”

It's not good for a while, and the winter has just left, so naturally it can't be compared with the summer when it's in full bloom, but it's good to have hope.

Wang Yang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about this super long winter, and sighed helplessly.

He didn't know how to explain it, did he say that it was a super-large-scale cold air moving south? It's not very like.

"It doesn't matter, who cares what the reason is, it won't let us starve to death."

(Sitting in front of the computer, my waist is about to break.) ）