Pine shawl

The wind, roaring, seems to want to blow the whole world, snow, caught in the wind, want to cover everything.

The old squirrel and the rabbit are roasting and singing songs in the lilac tree hole where the old birds are not willing to stop. The fire reflected the walls and jumped in the eyes of both of them, very warm.

The squirrel took out the shawl in the cupboard and smiled and said, "Look, my pinecone shawl." She suddenly paused and said, "How good!" The rabbit stunned, she knew, this is The squirrel's shawl was left to the squirrel when she passed away. "Show me a look..." The rabbit said as he reached out. The squirrel turned and whispered: "You can only watch, don't touch..." The rabbit got closer and saw it clearly: the pine cone lay lazily on it, and the gold rim was very dazzling. The rabbit couldn't help but reach out and tried to pull the scarf closer. She just had to touch it. The squirrel hurriedly rushed the scarf to the recycling. Inadvertently, the scarf reached a small hook, no one knew. The squirrel stopped there and said, "Let me borrow it!" The rabbit agreed, got up and caught the shawl, and pulled it to his side. He slammed the shawl and the scarf was broken.

Both of them are stunned.

For a moment, the squirrel yelled: "You, you... broke my scarf... You know, where is this coming from?" Then, tears fell, tears fell in the fire, and disappeared instantly. Fire, what are you trying to bake?

The rabbit bit his lip. "I'm sorry... sorry..." "I'm sorry... sorry..." the squirrel cried and said, "The scarf can be broken..."

The fire is still burning, and it is obviously getting smaller.

The squirrel carries the light, and the rabbit can't see what her expression is. She can only see two lines of sparkling things, slowly... squatting down...

The rabbit can no longer stand it, and the atmosphere is so overwhelming. She yanked open the door and rushed out. The squirrel chased it, but the door bounced back to her, leaving her almost buried in the fire.

"You don't come over again!" The squirrel shouted sadly and desperately. She looked at the whitewashing tears with tears until she merged with the snow.

That night, the squirrel was insomnia.

A cold wind blows open the door and blows out the fire. The tree hole is black for a moment. The squirrel was afraid to close his eyes, tightened his body, and the tears flowed down. She hates memories now - memories are enjoyment before, but now it is torture.

The two of them were from small play to big, and the shadow of the rabbit was filled in the squirrels' memories without any vacancies. They both laughed together, sang, skipped; they also cried together. When the squirrel's mother passed away, the squirrel cried so badly that it seemed to fall into the cliff and could not climb again. The rabbit also cried with her—because the rabbit also felt that it was painful to lose her mother. Think about it. It’s much more uncomfortable to watch my mother’s body covered with loess. The rabbit couldn't bear to let the unforgettable heartache hit the heart of the squirrel again and again. When the rabbit cried, the squirrel did not feel that the rabbit was pulling her down the cliff, but felt that the rabbit was helping her get rid of the pain.

Later, the squirrel slowly walked out of the shadows and regained happiness.

But how does the rabbit let her forget?

The squirrel didn't dare to blink, but she could feel the cold eyes of the moon. The wind blew and squirmed the squirrel's body. She listened to the wind and kicked the door. She was terrified and her heart beat so badly. She kept asking herself: "What happened to me? How to blow the rabbit away... but the mother’s scarf... she will never Are you coming back? I will not be so scared when she is there..."

The squirrel fell asleep with tears.

She had a dream, the darkness enveloped herself, holding a lamp, oh, jump. Suddenly, the lamp grows like a leg. As you go further and further, you can’t catch up...

Although the world often forgets anything, it will eventually remember.

A few years later, another snowy day, just like many years ago. The wind and snow are mixed, running, and angry. The squirrels, who have long been used to living alone, sit quietly beside the fire. In the memories, so many figures come and go, but there is always one that has been there, lingering, the squirrel desperately wants to see, but the shadow has been blurred...

Suddenly, there was a footstep outside the door. The squirrel erected his ears and listened carefully. It seemed that there was movement. She thought: Who is it so late? The squirrel was about to open the door and the footsteps were gone. After a while, I only heard the footsteps getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared completely. The squirrel was very strange. She slowly walked over and opened the door. The wind blew over it. A piece of paper was "snapped" on the squirrel's face and the squirrel was taken down:

I am leaving, but I still can't forget you. That sentiment, that friendship, forever.

rabbit

The squirrel put down the piece of paper and wanted to look forward. A shawl that was also covered with pine cones on the door handle floated...

A drop of tears fell, and the snow slowly blended.

Very beautiful.

It hurts.

The second day: Shangguan Xiao