It's not "I'll remember it when summer comes"、When winter comes, there are many things I remember。
Footprints of animals and birds dotting the snow。After the round body of a pheasant that lands with a thud, as if crashing from the sky.。A throbbing run (sliding)、The moment of takeoff、The faint traces of the tip of a feather scratching the snow beneath the weight that finally floated。
stop、Turn around a little, as if thinking of something.、A dotted line that starts walking again。every time you step out、catch a little bit of deep snow。It rolls and leaves a faint line。The soft hollow、This shows that the fox had a brief respite there.。A small animal half buried in snow、walk in a winding manner。those images、One of the joys of winter is being able to experience the experience half as an animal.。In a thicket of shrubs that have shed their leaves、Wild pears remain undiscovered by birds.。it's a feast from heaven。
