Zhang Xiaohua walked for an entire morning, yet the snow filling the sky showed no sign of stopping. Walking grew more inconvenient with every step, and he nearly slipped from time to time. He could only rely carefully on that little crutch.
In the forest, the whole world was snow and branches. Apart from the soft "rustle" of falling snowflakes, there was only the "creak, creak" of Zhang Xiaohua's feet pressing into the snow. In such surroundings, it was impossible to tell east from west, north from south. But whether he could distinguish them or not made little difference to Zhang Xiaohua, who had no sense of direction. He only needed to look up at the small mountain. Sure enough, after not looking at it for a while, he suddenly raised his head and found that he had drawn considerably closer to it.
But Zhang Xiaohua's heart was not on the mountain; it was on edible animals. After walking for so long, he had not spotted any of the wild rabbits commonly seen on the mountains around Guo Village. Even squirrels hopping through the trees were rare. How was he supposed to catch one and eat it?
Zhang Xiaohua found this increasingly strange. But if the squirrels hibernating in the tree hollows knew what he was thinking, they might wake up en masse and bite him together. We usually dance around in the trees, and it is fine if you admire us. Now the heavy snow has sealed off the mountains, and we are trying to sleep, yet you still want to eat us? Are you going to let us live or not?
If the scholar Li Jinfeng knew, he would only secretly stuff him a copy of "Man and Nature," then feel ashamed in private. A teacher's laxity came