The gourd is filled with enough fireflies, and the gourd becomes bright.

Sister Rouge stuffed a flower at the mouth of the gourd, and the flower became brighter, and the petals became more and more vivid in the night, and the color was different from that of the day, and it was very layered, as if it was a work of art carefully carved with its claws.

Sister Rouge hung the gourd around her neck and squatted beside my chuang, listening to me tell stories, those ancient legends came from my mouth, she listened attentively, and asked me strange questions from time to time, and I would tell her strange answers.

"Really?" she asked me, widening her eyes.

"Of course it's true, if you don't believe me, you can go back in time and take a look. I said.

It was impossible to travel through the past, so she nodded suspiciously, but soon she felt that something was wrong, and a second strange question came out again, and I would tell her an even stranger answer, and she stopped asking, but fell into deep thought.

Legends are legends after all, who would take it seriously, even if there is such a thing, but after generations of oral transmission, it has long been unrecognizable. The red-haired dinosaur is a very imaginative animal, we often pour our rich imagination into the story when we tell the story, and in the end we can't figure out whether it is the original story or the modified story, or the story itself is created by itself, and the same story is told by the same red-haired dinosaur, which is different every time. It's not simply different, it's very different.

For this, I consulted the dice. This is very understandable, every moment, you are increasing your knowledge, every moment, your mood is different, every moment, your view of the world is different. So, naturally, the story you tell is different.

I admire the insights of the dice, those legendary stories or the creator's own thoughts, pinning his ideals in the story, and then telling them to other dinosaurs, as if his ideals have been realized.

These good childhood memories are compressed and placed in the depths of my memory, and only after a deeper silence, or after the whole body is relaxed, or when I touch something sensitive, will they be released and let me forget the memories.

The fireflies were still flying in the grass, the grass was real grass, not my tail hair, and the companions were no longer Sister Rouge, but Peony, Vermilion and Xiaoya, and the sound of their breathing pulled me back from my memory.

The moon slipped away from the western sky, leaving a black canopy, only the twinkling stars dotted, so that the sky did not become a completely black world, but this faint starlight could not light up the forest, the whole forest was completely black, so black that you could not see the outline of the trees, only those tireless fireflies were still dancing, at this time, you will be pleasantly surprised to find that this world is not a big black charcoal.

These extremely small creatures, but with the bosom of the sun and the moon, although they did not illuminate the whole forest, but the light of the stars still burned the darkness out of some small holes. The faint light naturally cannot be compared with the sun and the moon, but in the world ruled by the sun and the moon, they can always find the right time, the right space, and show their unique style to the fullest, bringing light and vitality to the dark and silent forest.

The windless forest was very quiet, only the breathing of the four of us sounded one after another, so small and faint, it was not enough to shake the whole forest, compared to nature, we were so small.

I suddenly felt that we, the dream-seeking dinosaurs, were so small compared to the entire forest, less than a few millionth of them, and in this sense, we were not much bigger than fireflies. Aren't we like them, struggling to chase our dreams?

To nature, we are as small as these tiny fireflies, so small that we can't tell who is who, but our hearts are big enough to hold an entire forest or even the whole world. The worlds of the past, the present, and the future, the worlds known, the unknown, the imaginary, the worlds that have been conquered, those that have not yet been conquered, and those that are ready to be conquered, are all contained in our hearts.

The heavens are as big as the heart, and the heart is as big as the heavens.

Thinking about this, I suddenly felt empowered. It was as if I had become an omnipotent savior, as if at dawn I could fly to a certain tribe, magically defeat the tribal leader, and then become the leader of the red-haired dinosaurs.

I quickly defeated myself, I understand very well the ideal is very plump reality is very skinny this ancient precept, those tribal leaders are far from being as easy to deal with as a few carnivorous dinosaurs and pterosaurs, they are not only stunt, but also well-informed, and are the owners of various resources, he can mobilize all the dinosaurs in the tribe to deal with you, and you are just a lone dragon, there is no successor, there is no successor, there is no predecessor and successor, there is no resource in the claws to call, once you fall, it is likely to be trampled to death like the first carnivorous dinosaur, the challenged tribal leader will never show you mercy。

Therefore, we must temper ourselves well and make ourselves constantly stronger, only in this way can we be able to deal a fatal blow to the other party in the future struggle and realize our ideals as we wish.

Looking back on the past few days, although we did not have a detailed and clear plan, we have gained a lot. The problems we encounter are all things we have never thought about, and each problem is testing our wisdom and ability, and if we are not careful, we will face the danger of our lives.

Take those carnivorous dinosaurs as an example, for thousands of years from generation to generation, their fighting ability is far better than our herbivorous dinosaurs, if there is no decisive and surprising winning method, it is difficult for us to win simply against us, we do not have their fangs and claws, once they are attacked, light or injured, heavy is unimaginable.

The distress in the river scared me even more. I don't know what the outcome would have been without the help of the Pterodactyl, and even now, I can't think of any alternative.

Pterodactyls are not available everywhere, and the bait to trap pterosaurs is not available all the time, only when all of them are available, can the task of saving the dragon on the river be completed, otherwise, it will be helpless.

Now that our team has doubled, I feel even more the weight of my responsibility to plan carefully and spend each day carefully and orderly.