In this meal, except for the coconut that did not move, we almost ate all the other fruits.

The reasons for this are, firstly, because we are tired and hungry after a long day, and need a lot of food to replenish energy, secondly, some fruits are ripe and will rot if we don't eat them, and thirdly, we need to eat them and then collect new fruits to prepare for the trip.

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and the day is coming to an end.

We decided to take a break earlier.

Peony and I each slept with a soft chuang, which was the skin of those two carnivorous dinosaurs. Zhu Dinghong is still sleeping on her hard chuang, we are not going to find branches to spread on it, because it will soon be dark, if it is not well laid, it will be uncomfortable. However, the original layer of velvet grass and leaves spread on the top can still be used, and it can be sprinkled directly on it, without much effort.

Xiaoya can fly to the tree to perch, just a branch, and there is no need to lay anything, rest on the tree, naturally not afraid of catching a cold.

I and the soft chuang of the peony are placed next to the hard chuang of Zhu Dinghong, Xiao Ya was originally going to find a branch to rest, but next to us is a big tree, the small tree is still some distance from us, Zhu Dinghong thought that he was lonely and lonely sleeping alone on the big chuang, so he invited Xiao Ya to sleep with her, which is not much different from the tree, and it is much more stable than the tree.

The three of them are more tired than me, Peony and Vermilion have been soaking in the river for most of the day, and their legs are not in the mud, they must have struggled for a long time, even if they don't struggle, they will be very tired. Xiaoya and them, with such a small body, helped me drag the peony and vermilion red up from the river, and it took a lot of effort.

And I just used my brain, organized and commanded, but my body didn't exert much force, but my heart was tired, and my body was not so tired.

So the three of them, although they were still talking excitedly at first, but as they talked, they all fell asleep, and only me, who couldn't sleep.

As the sky darkened, the crescent moon brightened. The moonlight can shine unhindered on the open space in the south, although it is not very bright, but you can vaguely see things on the ground. Some nocturnal animals quietly come out to move, but from time to time they make the sound of the soo, and they are often frightened by the sound they make to avoid the side.

Some insects that like to pluck musical instruments are often the reincarnation of night owls, although they have been playing for a day, they are still unsatisfied, taking advantage of the dead of night to play and sing and self-absorbed.

In addition to themselves, I also revel in them. I could hear that they didn't play exactly the same at night as they did during the day. In the evening, the music is more beautiful and beautiful. Maybe it's because these little musicians are able to pour their emotions into the instruments in a quiet night without being affected by the hustle and bustle of the world outside, so they can play such beautiful music.

I couldn't sleep, my eyes were open, I looked in the direction of the sound, but it was vague, I couldn't see the little musicians, in fact, not only at night, but also during the day, you could hardly see them, at least not the little musicians who were playing with all their attention.

However, there was nothing in the place where my gaze scanned, and small dots of light the size of beans danced rhythmically where the sound came from, and I suspect that they were infected by the music.

It's a swarm of fireflies.

Once upon a time, it was also such a night, we couldn't sleep, and Sister Rouge came to me.

"Brother, let's go catch fireflies. "It has a large gourd on its paws.

The top of the gourd was ground out by the rouge sister out of a small opening, and the pulp and seeds inside were taken out, and a flower was used as a stopper to plug the groove of the gourd, and a soft vine was tied to the neck.

There are a lot of fireflies in the grass

I lay in the grass, put my tail up, tail hair to the sky, like a long bush of grass, was startled by the swarm of fireflies mistakenly took my tail hair as their home, one after another flew to my tail hair, they flew in the middle of my tail hair, tired and fell on the tail hair to catch a breath, these small luminous objects flickered and dimmed, flickering, tossing and turning, so that this small microcosm of my tail hair was like a fairy, the golden red tail hair changed color under the fluorescent light, not red, not orange, not blue, Neither purple nor green, this is a strange color that I can't put into words.

The luminous ability of fireflies also varies, some can only emit a very faint light, and some are extremely strong, and the difference may be several times or even dozens of times. The light of the strong fireflies shines through the thick tail feathers and illuminates parts of my tail feathers, as if they were inlaid with precious stones.

The little ones who landed on their tail feathers and gasped for breath were easily captured by Sister Rouge, and the gourd became their new home.

Although some of my companions were caught, they did not stir up the Yaxing that they were swimming in my tail bushes, maybe they preferred this new environment, maybe they had never seen such beautiful grass, they regarded this place as a paradise, they sometimes flew and sometimes stopped in my tail bushes, and they were intoxicated by it, disorderly and orderly, silent and sound, they seemed to be dancing according to a certain rhythm, dancing in it, and getting carried away.

It was as if I heard the beautiful and pulsating melody, sometimes rapid, sometimes soothing, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes unrestrained, sometimes tactful, sometimes like a stream, sometimes like a stormy wave, sometimes like a loud talk, sometimes like a whisper, sometimes like a hurricane hitting the shore, sometimes like a breeze blowing through a river, sometimes like a torrential downpour, sometimes like a little rain.

I completely forgot the time, the place, the forest, and even myself. I was completely enveloped by this beautiful music, and I seemed to melt in this music, and suddenly, I became a myriad of notes, and I also danced, and became a part of this beautiful melody.

"Brother, are you asleep?" a beautiful little face startled me.

"I'm listening to music. "I said,

Sister Rouge's call woke me up, but I was still intoxicated, I was amazed that nature has such beautiful music, and this music is silent, and I don't need to listen with my ears, but feel with my heart, feel that wonderful realm.

Countless small creatures continue to dance in the gourd, and the music they can feel, in a new space, blooming with the color of youth with life.

Another sleepless night.

Those little fireflies are the best memories of my childhood.