Winter is coming, and the old man is afraid that it will be very cold in winter, so he prepares a few quilts for the winter. The quilt is a quilt sewn up by the children of the family, the cotton is the cotton of the South Mountains, just like an animal in the mountains, the name is the fox, and it will change its moult around every winter, and use the fox fur to make a nest to raise a little fox. Compared with plain cotton, this kind of alpine cotton has the characteristics of low temperature resistance, and it still grows vigorously in the face of high-altitude hills. Just like the alpine fox is not afraid of winter, he is afraid that the child will not survive the winter, and in the end he can't escape the hunter's tracking, and the little fox runs away.

It doesn't matter if you lose a little fox, you're afraid of losing the whole forest. The little fox was eventually caught by the hound, and the hunter said: The fox is too small to survive the winter. Let's release the little fox first, and when the little fox returns to the fox's nest to find the fox's mother, we can catch a nest of foxes for the winter. The hound barked a few times, let go of its paws, and the little fox escaped with her life, but she had not yet learned the art of hiding her footprints and scent, and was chased by the hounds and hunters.

The old man came to the forest to pick autumn mushrooms and persimmons, and walked towards the forest with a bamboo basket on his back. When I passed the creek, it was very fast. As if he couldn't find a stone to walk on, when the old man was crossing the river, a little fox, a hunting dog, and a hunter all chased after him. Seeing that the old man could not cross the river with a basket on his back, he bent down and said, "Come, old man, I will carry you across the river."

The old man refused the help of the hunter, watched the dog chase the fox, and scolded: Little rabbit, you can't even catch a stupid fox. What's the use of you?, he kicked the hunter and the hound. He turned his head and spat in the direction of the little fox.

At this time, the little fox seemed to understand something, and ran towards the depths of the forest. When the hunter and hound saw that they had not been caught, they left dejectedly. The old man picked up the bamboo basket on the ground, patted the dust off his body, took off his cotton socks, and crossed the river in the autumn water.

The persimmon tree is an old tree, older than the old man, and every autumn there will be a tree full of fruit, and a heavy oath will be how much this year's harvest will be. The old man mainly picks persimmons by cutting branches, so that the newly drawn persimmons will be much longer than in the coming year. The mushroom grows on the other side of the forest, hiding under rocks and leaves, and when others find it, they will sigh: wild mushrooms are fresh, wild persimmons are sweet. These mushrooms and persimmons are food prepared by the elderly for the winter, and after being covered in bamboo baskets, they bask in the autumn sun for a few days.

But how do you make the persimmon cake? It is coated with a layer of fine powdered sugar, and the saccharified persimmon cake is still sweet in winter. At this time, the children will sit around the old man and eat the fresh soup made from mushrooms together, and talk about things at home and abroad. Speaking of a strange thing, a white-haired female fox appeared in the bazaar of South Vietnam, who was caught and put in a cage, praying to the butcher incessantly, and making a whining sound, like the sound of the north wind in winter.

When the old man heard this, he thought it was funny, and said, "If the butcher doesn't kill it, I'll buy it home tomorrow and keep it like a granddaughter." When the children sitting around heard this, they all laughed, and took it as a joke and did not take it seriously. Who knows every few days. I really brought the female fox home, bought pork that the fox ate, and fed it carefully. You said that this thing is also strange, within a few years, the old man's children made a fortune and moved out of the foot of the mountain, and finally the old man also died. As soon as the children were combined, they let the mother fox go. Who knew that within a few years, a persimmon tree grew on the grave of the old man, and wild mushrooms were placed in front of the grave every year, and there was not a single weed around the grave, and it was clean as if someone was cleaning it often.

Hearing this, some people must have guessed that the female fox was the little fox of the year, and it was also the female fox of the market of the year, and there were not many people who could communicate with nature, and even fewer people could communicate with the strange elves. Only by finding the right way can we find a way to connect with nature and learn how to live in nature.