Above my head, there are towering old trees, and I am glad that the sun can still shine through. But now, out of nowhere, a large group of wild monkeys gathered on the old trees and glared at us viciously. To tell the truth, I have some shadows in my heart about this kind of monkey, I remember that when the snow closed the town, a horse-faced monkey turned into a father's appearance and deceived a room of people. The wild monkeys in the old trees bared their teeth and kept barking at me. &...

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