Snow quilt

Winter is coming, and the biting cold wind is blowing. In the evening, the mother put a quilt on the fur, and during the day, he put on a down jacket and cotton shoes, and put on a small leather cap. The fur is wearing warm clothes and goes to the wheat field to play. Damn! The wheat seedlings are red, and they don’t wear anything. They hold their arms and seem to be hard to bear. Mao Mao asked: "Miao Miaomiao, are you not afraid of cold?" "Cold, so cold! Our leaf tip turned into a light black, almost frozen to death." Hearing, Mai Miao's voice was a little trembling. Mao Maoxin is good, hurriedly ran home, hugged a quilt, covered in the wheat seedlings, and was smashed along with the small hand, patted with a small hand: "Miao Miaomiao, no cold, no cold?" Hairy, smashing, smashing! Suffocating us, suffocating us!" Mai Miao shouted. "Hey! Covering the quilt is boring, not covering it and calling it cold. How did you do it?" Mao Mao unpleasantly picked up the quilt. "If there is a snow quilt, it would be fine!" Mai Miao looked at the sky with her longing eyes and said. This evening, Mao Mao made a dream, dreaming of countless white goose feathers floating in the sky. The next morning, the hairs got out of bed and looked out of the house, hehe! On the roof, on the ground, there is a white everywhere, and it is really covered with a thick layer of white goose feathers, exactly the same as the dream. Look closer and look at it, not the goose feathers, the snow. It turned out that there was a heavy snow last night. Shouldn't the wheat seedlings freeze? The fur came to the wheat field. Mai Miaoer heard the footsteps of Mao Mao and said happily: "Mao Mao, you are early!" Mao said: "Miao Miaomiao, it's snowing, is it frozen?" "Not cold, not cold, with this The bed is snow quilt, we are warm." "The snow is cool, I grabbed it and hit the snow, my hands are frozen red, how can it not be cold?" Mao Mao could not understand. "The fur, the snow is covered layer by layer, pressed into a lot of air, the air can be insulated, the cold wind can't come in, the cold gas can't come in, of course it's not cold. The winter is good, we will have more food next year!" In the spring of the next year, Mai Miaoer grew thick and strong. Later, the grain of the grain was much better, and the grain was bulging, and it was loved. The wheat ear cracked open and smiled, and the hairs burst open and smiled. Now he understands why in the winter, Mai Miao likes to cover the snow quilt.