I am a wolf king.

On the edge of the cliff, the bottomless cliff, I am a wolf king standing proudly in the cold wind, the wind is blowing wildly, as if to wrap me into the bottomless abyss. I am standing between the black and pressed world, everything is so turbid, my dark gray hair neatly flutters in the direction of the wind. Standing on such a cliff, there is no purpose, just standing like this, as if I never feel bored, give me a prestige, a feeling of freedom, no bondage, and I don’t know how long it takes to fall in love with this feeling. Perhaps it was from the moment when I became a wolf king: that is, I stood up and killed the wolf king at that time. Under my tenacious efforts, I knocked the wolf king down to the ground. At that moment, I looked up and left. Stepping out of the foot, standing in the middle of the wolves, a happy and mature wolverine came out of my mouth, listening to me, the wolves began to follow me, and the wolf on the hillside screamed. But when I thought, one day, I would be knocked down by a new generation of wolves. When I watched the wolves worshipping him as a king, I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. Since I knew that I would have such an end, I had to enjoy my life and do something that the Wolf King would not dare to do. I screamed, this sounded earth-shattering, of course, also shocked the wolves behind me, they called me, and when the wolves were finished, I turned to face them and told them in the language of our wolves, we should Go hunting, and the wolves cheered.

I led them to the edge of the forest. At this time, a wild boar, with a long, long fang, smashed out. It ran straight into my hind leg. I screamed in pain and angrily. An angry look at the head of the wild boar. I released the nature of our wolf and threw the wild boar to the ground. At this time, the wild boar turned over and smashed its fangs into my throat. I bite its ears and unscrew it alive. It seems to be irritated by me, and stabbed its fangs to me. I cleverly avoided it, but my hind foot was still marked with a deep bone. I resisted the pain and thought that it could not be like it. The frontal attack, so that its fangs will certainly penetrate my attack. After thinking about it, I ran to the side of the wild boar. When it was not prepared, it was a bite to its belly. It screamed in pain. When I seized this time, I pressed it to the ground and put my own spikes. Spurged to its neck, it was desperate to scream, fell to the ground and did not move, I still had no anger, and bit a few mouthfuls on its body, bloody full of the audience.

I also made a mature and firm snoring like the wolf king at that time, and the wolves cheered with me.

Sixth grade: Wang Yidan