Chapter 7 make friends with snails

make friends with snails What do you think about being friends with a snail? To be friends with a snail, naturally you can't growl your eyes and forehead in a hurry.You have to slow down, you have to learn to take it easy.You will practice deep breathing again and again, feeling the cool air mixed with mist in the woods enter your lungs, and then make a whirl and crawl out along the nostrils. It's nice to have a friend, especially if he's willing to soak you in the rain. do you like rainThe little transparent dots flutter back and forth in the air, sticking to your hair and cheeks, hanging under the long eyelashes of branches, and embracing the pink palms of petals.

do you like rainThen it will be heavier, and it will be able to form a thin line of rain.Patiently embroidering circles of rippling plain-colored patterns on the water, busy weaving a chocolate-colored and slippery new dress for the earth. do you like rainOn a sweltering summer afternoon, they all jumped down from behind the clouds, threw the annoying flying dust to the ground, and then hugged them with a smile and slid all the way into the creek. do you like rainDo you like to get in the rain?I like it so much!It's a pity that in the past, I could only stick my face to the window, press my flat nose against the window glass even more, and stare at the trees twisting their waists in the rain and the flowers with their faces upturned.At most, I would move a small stool to the balcony, step on it and stretch out a hand to the outside of the railing, letting the raindrops nibble on the center of my hand.

Once, I couldn't bear it anymore, I put on my slippers and rushed out of the house into the rain.Just after I had a warm hug with the raindrops, all my kind neighbors opened the door and ran out, covered my head with an umbrella, put a raincoat on me, and stuffed them with Aunt Bear A pair of fat rain boots from her little bear. Since having a good friend like a snail, it has been different.When it rained again, the snail led me away from the window covered with water drops, and asked me to hold an umbrella and follow him around to a pond full of young birch trees.He said, you can throw the umbrella away now and get in the rain.Few people come here, here you can shower as much as you want, for as long as you want, I will accompany you.

I can immerse myself in the heavy rain quickly, let the rainwater crawl on my body, and stand up straight in the heavy rain like a tall and straight birch tree around me, which is really great.I shook my head and wiped my face, kicked off my shoes, jumped into the pond, and competed with the raindrops to see who made more splashes. How wonderful all this is, what's even better is that there is a good friend on the side who will be crazy, laugh and make trouble together.Even better, when you have had enough fuss and are tired, go home to rest, and then find that you have a little cold, and your forehead is hot like a fever.Your friend, a strong snail friend who didn't sneeze a sneeze in the rain for a long time, will also agree to your willful request and go to the small shop to buy a large box of cool vanilla ice cream for you (although it will be cold when it reaches your hand) melted to look more like a box of milkshakes).What's even better is that your cold got worse because you ate ice cream in the rain, coughed and your throat hurt, and your good friend Snail will go to the pharmacy for you to buy a bottle of licorice for coughing. (Although when the medicine arrives in your hands, your cough is all healed, and you are learning to sing that new serenade with an owl. But isn’t it just right, you know, the one that cures cough licorice, how horrible it tastes...)

It's great to have a friend, and you can go to the far side of the woods to hear the concert that the tree frogs only give at night. If you are alone, you must not dare to go.The familiar forests and paths during the day have changed completely at night.Maybe there is a cold, slippery snake that loves to stick its red tongue out under the tree that you picked up a big white and fat mushroom in the morning.I always feel that there is one, no, at least three green eyes behind that big rock that you love to sit on and bask in the sun, looking around maliciously. But having a friend with you makes all the difference.Although the night is still so dark, and the light of the stars above your head is still so weak and so far away, as long as you hear the friendly voice of your good friend snail, you will feel that everything around you will gradually return to the way you are familiar with, here, this is Caterpillar Lili's favorite pomegranate tree is the sweet spring where everyone must go to get water when making tea, and here, isn't it the first time I met a snail on the grass covered with dongdong flowers.

Walk slowly on the road with my good friend Snail, and go to listen to a concert that I have long wanted to hear. It must be a wonderful concert.While walking, you can also listen to the snail telling you in a quiet and mellow voice about a butterfly with blue dots on its wings that has tasted thirty-two kinds of nectar, and the one that lives in the water and refuses to come out. The little turtle basking in the sun is actually a distant relative. How wonderful, together with my dear friend Snail, even when you walk to the concert venue decorated with Dongdong flowers and lala grass, the musicians on the stage have finished playing the last piece, and they all stand up to call the curtain .Even if you don't hear a single note, you can happily slap your palms red with the audience who woke up from the beautiful music.You know the excitement of this concert early in the morning, and anyone who doesn’t believe it will come to listen to the warm and endless applause, isn’t it, isn’t it worth walking a long night through the dark woods to listen to a few songs?

It's nice to be friends with a snail, and it's nice to have a good friend.I close the diary I kept during the year I spent with the snail. Tilting my head, I thought and thought, but at the end of that year, I couldn't figure out why I walked away from the snail and never been with it again.