Chapter 13 winter wind

Winter Wind is a naughty little boy who likes to whistle.He blows to the east for a while, and runs to the west for a while. Wherever he goes, he will come alive. The wind in winter is especially fond of joking with people.The little brown bear is particularly afraid of the cold, so he would stay at home and cook by the stove when it was cold.The winter wind beat hard against his window, urging him to play games and snowball fights outside. The little brown bear came to the yard and rolled snowballs with the little goat and the little white rabbit.The winter wind rubbed their faces mischievously, making their little noses red.

The birds stand on the poles to hold winter concerts, and the winter wind is like a majestic luthier to accompany the birds. On winter nights, the mountain village is shrouded in a mysterious sky.The winter wind is like a story king who is good at telling stories, telling ancient legends to the little brown bear, little goat, little white rabbit and little birds. Woo-woo-every night, the winter wind talks like this. The wind in winter has endless stories to tell.It has been said that the ice and snow melted and the permafrost loosened in the spring of the second year. The winter wind bids farewell to the little brown bear, the little goat, the little white rabbit and the little birds:

Goodbye - Goodbye - House Findings There is a house standing proudly beside the street. It is so beautiful that people who come and go always admire and say, "Oh, what a beautiful house!" Cars running here and there like to honk their horns and say: "Doo--lovely house, hello!" The house is happy, and she likes everything about it. One day, she was happily chatting with a red car at the door, when a pigeon flew over and parked on the roof. "Googoo, I built a beautiful nest." The pigeon said proudly. "What is a nest?" Between the houses. "Fool, the nest is where I live, it is my home."

"So, where should I live, where is my home?" asked the house. The pigeon said sympathetically: "Gugu, a house cannot be a house, you won't have a home." "Why?" asked the poor house, wide-eyed. "Because you are a house, you can only build houses for others. I feel sorry for you." The pigeon said with its wings out, "Coo coo, coo coo, goodbye, I have to go back to my nest." The red car also said: "Di-di-bye, I have to go back to my garage." The house hung its head sullenly. "I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need to be too spacious..." A burst of singing came from someone's tape recorder.

The mood of the house is terrible, look, how important a home is, even the singing needs to find a home! Before this, the house had never thought about this problem. "No, I must find a house for myself, a home of my own." The idea of ​​a house disturbed her for a moment. While everyone was asleep in the middle of the night, she pulled her body up from the ground. The house went up the street, and she saw a tall building. "Well, this building is nice, it's tall and big, it's just right to be my house." The house stopped, and she called out hopefully: "Hello, Gaolou, can you be my house?"

Gao Lou said: "My door is specially built for people. It's so small and short, you can't get in!" House go, get out of town. There are far fewer houses in the wild than in the city.The house finally found a village, my God, she gasped, the house here is not as big as her own! She walked, walked, walked into the mountain.Hey, there is a big cave here, the hole is so big and big, "Haha, now I have found my own house!" The house happily walked in, and suddenly, a terrible voice shouted: "Wow, get out, If you go out, how can you come to live in my house casually?

It's outrageous! " My God, it turns out that this is the tiger's home! The house quickly exits the cave. After looking for a house all night, I was tired and tired from walking, and I couldn't find a place suitable for myself. The house was very sad: "Oh, woo, woo, if I were a human, I would have a house to live in; if I were a bird, the bird would have its own nest; if I were a bee, I would have a small hive. But, I It’s an unlucky house, I’ll never have my own home, woohoo, what a pitiful house..." "House, why are you crying?" asked an old tree. "I don't have a home, I don't have a house of my own."

The big tree laughed and said, "Who says you have no home, no house? Look, the whole sky is your roof, and the whole earth is your room. In your home, you have everything you need, including the sun, moon and stars. There are cities, mountains, rivers and forests below, and having such a home, wouldn’t it make you happy?” The house was stunned, and she widened her eyes and thought carefully: "Yes, I have the biggest and biggest house in the world!" She was happy, "My God, it turns out that my house is cuter than all the houses1" The house hurried back to the city.From then on she was a happy house again.