Originally, I came to a meeting to study the handover of the leader, but I didn't expect the leader to see this moment, which was somewhat surprising to everyone, and I didn't expect the leader to leave when he said to go, maybe impermanence had been waiting nearby for a long time, and he took it away when the leader finished explaining what should be explained. Of course, this does not explain the impermanence of this reasonable, because I have heard that many red-haired dinosaurs left the world with secrets, and many words were originally said at the end, but in the end, they often couldn't say what they wanted to say.

The same is impermanence, why there are such different results, I think, first, there is no complaint, you are not complaining about impermanence, your disease is the disease of not being able to speak, of course, this is not to blame, even if impermanence gives you a few more days, it is still useless; second, I think, this impermanence is also selfish, this old leader to the underworld is to be an official, maybe it is still impermanence's top boss, and now he is provoked, maybe there will be small shoes to wear later.

Of course, this is just my groundless conjecture, which is unfounded, and perhaps this is not the case.

No further ado.

When the red-haired dinosaur died, it was not thrown into the field for the carnivorous dinosaur to finish eating, but a very grand burial ceremony was held.

This is one of the differences between intelligent red-haired dinosaurs and those animals that are still in the barbaric stage.

Why do I do this, I don't think it's for the sake of the dead, but to educate the living red-haired dinosaurs, especially the juvenile red-haired dinosaurs. Because the deceased is dead, there is neither joy, anger, sorrow, nor ideals and beliefs. There are no desires and demands, just like the kernel of an apple that has been eaten, like a canap of bagasse that has been chewed up, and has become a pile of waste materials. They are ignorant, they don't care what you do, they will never suddenly jump up and say:

"Hey, isn't my funeral a little shabby?"

So, it's not so much about giving a funeral to the deceased. It's better to teach the living.

A funeral is a great educational event. It may be much more effective than a model presentation.

No further ado.

The funeral of the chief was chosen the next morning, when it was very far away, except for the guards. I can't come for a while. Hugging the nest. Those who take care of the young dragons and those who can't get up when they are sick have to come to the funeral.

Leader's graveyard. It was chosen in a deserted place, where the soil was poor, the soil contained a lot of sand and gravel, and the water conservation was poor, so it was not covered by forests, only sparse grass, and a few trees, which were lying on their bodies, and their bodies were either sore or scarred, and some of them were still alive below, but the upper part had long since dried up.

This place reaches hundreds of acres of size, the old chief has been here many times when he is alive, hoping to transform this place, but the difficulty is very great, those trees are also planted later, the growth is not vigorous, some died that year, so, the tribe has organized several afforestation activities, but with little effect.

The choice of this cemetery was proposed by Dice, and then after everyone discussed, and asked Xue Fei and the quasi-leader Pink for instructions. They didn't have any doubts, they felt that this matter was of great significance, the Pharyngeal tribe wanted to build a large cemetery here, and then all the red-haired dinosaurs were buried here after their deaths, and the flesh and bones of the deceased were used to fertilize this barren land, so that this land could become the largest fruit barn of the Pharyngeal tribe in ten years.

Because the leader likes to eat peaches in his life, he is also very fond of peach blossoms, so this place decided to plant peach trees and build a huge peach forest, of course, this peach forest is also slowly established, I introduced before, in the world of red-haired dinosaurs, every piece of orchard that everyone depends on for survival, in fact, is a cemetery, everyone buries the dead red-haired dinosaurs on the barren land, and planting fruit trees on it, so that the corpses of the deceased nourish the fruit trees, so that the fruit trees shelter the deceased, and more and more corpses are buried, and the orchard is getting bigger and bigger, and the original barren land has gradually become a high-quality orchard。 The dead ancestors used their corpses to fertilize the land, and they really did their best and died.

Because the old leader advocates force, and his martial arts are strong, few can beat him, so after his death, Dice discussed with everyone and decided to give the old leader a nickname Wu, and the future orchard, which is also a mausoleum, is called Wuling.

In order to better cultivate this orchard, later the pharyngeal tribe also diverted a stream and moved dozens of meters to the north, so as to provide water to the orchard, this project is easy to say, but it is not easy to do, it took many years to complete, the pharyngeal tribe called this huge project "south-to-north water diversion", and indeed solved the problem of water shortage in the orchard on a certain course, which can also see the determination and confidence of the pharyngeal tribe to build this huge orchard.

Sure enough, after ten years, here has become a huge peach blossom forest, no miscellaneous trees, fragrant grass, between March and April, here the peach blossoms are fragrant, the snow-white peach blossoms are all over the mountains, the fragrance is overflowing, attracting the bees and butterflies thousands of miles away, not hesitating to be tired and thin, running long distances, a glimpse of this rare grand occasion, enjoying enough during the day, simply lying in the heart of the flower at night, and also turning themselves into a part of the flower, or soaking in a floral bath, becoming full of fragrance, after going back, envy those partners who are lazy.

In the season of falling flowers, the colorful petals fall like snowflakes, sometimes slowly, as if according to the rhythm of some kind of music, those beautiful petals are dedicated to the long-admired earth, and the light wind gently lifts the petals, or rotates, or beats, or twists, flutters, flutters, and gently falls on the earth, without a sound, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping earth.

But in a day or two, all those petals fell, and there was an extra layer of snow-white flakes on the soles of your feet, which were soft and soft when you stepped on, so that you couldn't bear to settle down, as if you would step on the spring pain, crush the spring breeze, and dim the spring light. The petals to pick up or not to pick up, to step on or not to step on, to fly or not to fly, are all a poem, a poem of late spring.

A poem that cherishes spring.

The petals fell, but the green leaves rushed to spit out, and within a few days, it became a green world, fresh and verdant, and suddenly became a green ocean, layered on top of each other, high and low, large and small, completely covering the huge space, leaving no bare place.

Little peaches grow secretly in this green world, and suddenly one day, you find that the branches are full of big peaches, white and fat, with a little red on the top of the head, rushing out of the green encirclement, and the peaches' unique sweetness is emanated.

Suddenly, a fresh breeze blows, and the sweet smell travels from your nostrils all over your body in an instant, and your inside and outside are suddenly soaked with the fragrance of peach, and you will think that you are nothing more than a big moving peach. (To be continued......)