"Don't say anything! Hey! " This is Lu Zi's mother's eager call. But where can it be heard? The wind is blowing in the forest canyon, and the idea of frolicking is full of my heart. It is bent on chasing sunshine and spring breeze everywhere, and nothing can bind it.
Xiao Ji (jǐ) is standing at the top of the slope. Its coat color is as golden as the sun just coming out of the mountain in the morning, and a pair of tender horns on its head are covered with fine fluff. It cocked its head and looked around, its big eyes shining like beetles. Everything in the forest is so interesting, how it wants to keep all the sights in mind!
The muntjac walks on the grass full of pink, blue, pink and yellow wild flowers. It teased the butterfly on the slope for a while; After a while, I kicked off the dew on the grass tip; After a while, several green grasshoppers woke up. The grasshopper jumps, and it jumps; Jump up and lift your feet. Jumping and jumping, it came to the depression where the flowers were brighter than the sun.
Ah, in the Nujiang Gorge in February and March, the snow melted, the grass turned green and chestnut trees sprouted. The slope is hollow and full of azaleas. Rhododendron seems to have received the order: "one, two. Three! " All the flowers are in bloom and they are all smiling. Flowers are connected into flower clusters, and the flower clusters are arranged into flower clouds; Colorful flowers covered the hillside. When the wind blows, flowers fall from the clouds, and Shan Ye is covered with a colorful quilt.
The muntjac's eyes are full of flowers, and deep in the brown pupil, there is also a trace of red azaleas shining. Very excited. What is this place? It really wondered whether it had entered the tent woven by Xia Hong. You can try to pick up the flippers, but there are still hard rocks under your feet! The muntjac blinked and jumped a few steps forward. It pricked up its nose and smelled the azaleas. The mountain wind carries not only petals, but also the fragrance of azaleas, which is sweet, wet and delicious. The muntjac swallowed. She feels her stomach is flat, so it's time to put something to eat. Its nose tells it that there must be something delicious ahead. The muntjac jumped away.
By the stream, there is a big crown covered with thorns. Stabbed from the bottom, the ripe golden strawberry was not picked, and was shaken down by the mountain wind on the mountain covered with petals. The strawberries on the thorns are all gone, and the pink petals of azaleas cover it; Gradually, the petals become thicker and thicker, and the petals and strawberries fill the stone trough; The slate trough is like a natural urn, and the sun is like a winemaker. It bakes petals and stone troughs with blazing light all day, and unconsciously "bakes" these petals and strawberries into sweet wine.
What the muntjac smells is this attractive bouquet. It smells so special. The flavors of strawberry and honey are mixed together, and the flavor of sunshine in the stamens is mixed with rich wine. Although I haven't tasted it yet, the gluttonous muntjac has shown drunkenness.
The muntjac jumped around and rushed over. This stupid guy, standing next to the sarcophagus, ate so much at once. At first, it took a bite and looked up and tasted it: not bad, this thing is much sweeter than sour plum; Take another bite and raise your head to taste; That's good, that's good, unlike the grass in the depression, which smells of earth-later, it didn't look up at all, its mouth arched under the petals and ate greedily!
The long-tailed bird on the chestnut tree knows how powerful it is. Standing on a branch, it urged loudly, "That's enough! That's enough ... "
Turtledove, a girl who loves to sing in the mountains, has a silver flute. At this time, Turtledove stood on the rock whitened by the sun, opened her ruby-like eyes and said in a long voice, "Eat less, eat less!" " "
I don't know if Huang Xiaoji understands it; However, even if he understood, his stomach was smooth and round. In a short time, it rose by a big circle.
The muntjac lazily left the big "wine jar". The sunshine caressed the muntjac warmly, and it felt very intimate. Every hair on its back has been touched by the sun, which also brings sunshine luster. Xiao Huang Ji suddenly felt a little strange. Why does she feel like stepping on cotton? It tried to jump up and touch the flowers holding the sunshine with its mouth, but it tripped on the grass roots and landed on all fours. Well, four legs are like bones, and it takes a lot of effort to get up. The flower clouds baked by the sun into rose color are also blurred in the eyes of the little yellow deer. It doesn't want to walk. It really wants to lie down, pillow the petals and have a good sleep. Just then, what did it hear? Is it the sound of mountain streams rushing on the rocks? Is it the sound of pine trees brushing the mountain wind? None of them look alike. Xiao Ji likes to listen. It feels that the sound is like a golden thread drawn from the sun, which binds its heart. ...
This is the primary school students singing in Kas village. The young female teacher led the students to sit on the green carpet-like grass and sing heartily. The sun shone on the female teacher's head, as if putting a diamond pin on her short black hair. Female teachers gently waved their arms and beat, and their songs sounded like a frolicking river flowing in the Qingbo Canyon:
The muntjac ran out of the forest,
Don't say it has no relatives;
A village full of azaleas,
Is its paradise of happiness. ...
Eight treasures of primary school students snuggle up to the female teacher. Bazhen is a Tibetan child. She is wearing an oblique robe with silver fox skin at the cuffs. Her round face and dark eyes seem to be able to sing, and her eyes are full of flying elves. At the moment, Bazhen just finished singing the phrase "Little Huang Munch ran out of the forest", but when she looked up, she saw the edge of the highland barley (ah, such a good highland barley, one plant is like an arrow made of gold! ) Here comes a muntjac, not much bigger than a lamb. This muntjac really seems to "jump" out of the song. Bazhen opened her eyes in surprise. She opened her mouth, but forgot to sing. See you later, teacher. She combed her short hair and followed Bazhen's eyes to the edge of the grass. When the female teacher raised her thin eyebrows, she also saw Ji, and the song suddenly became a sigh of "sigh". Then, the children in Kasai village also found the guests who walked out of the mountains. The little tiger is coming at the children. It seems that I can't walk steadily, and I walk askew. What steps did Little Yellow Deer learn?
The children jumped up from the grass, shouted "Oh" and ran to meet the muntjac with open arms. ...
The female teacher walked behind the children. Her face flashed a bright smile like a azalea. Female teachers know that every year when the azaleas are in full bloom in the valley, there will always be a few "drunken" yellow deer running to the village, but none of them can only report to Kasai Primary School on their own initiative. This is the first time!
The children dispersed in a circle and surrounded the little muntjac. They all stood on tiptoe, opened their arms and slowly approached the muntjac. Maybe the boy's movements are too heavy, or maybe the beautiful song disappears into the valley like the mountain wind. This is strange, Ji! It pricked up its ears in horror, widened its eyes and thought, How did I come to this strange place? It wants to turn and run away, but its four legs don't want to move. A boy as strong as an ape swooped down from the oblique thorn and put his hands around its neck.
In the children's cheerful laughter, Xiao Huang Ji became a prisoner. This lazy thing, sticking to the soft sheepskin jacket on the boy's chest and resting on the child's arm, actually fell asleep; I also had a dream: it saw the azaleas in the mountains again, where the sunshine was sweet. ...
When Little Yellow Deer opened her eyes, she found herself sleeping in a pine house. The scent of turpentine reminds it of pine forest and makes it feel very kind. It's just that Little Yellow Deer can't figure it out: I don't know when and how a leather ring grew on her neck! What I hate most is that thin centipede-like chain tied to the leather ring. The little muntjac jumped forward and wanted to run out to play, but she couldn't earn it. Little yellow deer doesn't like this thin chain. It suddenly stepped on a foot, not hurting the "skinny centipede", but hurting its toes.
Xiao Huang Xi stared at the hill through the crack of the door, and amber tears welled up in her eyes. How much it misses Monk's mother! Will mom come out of that highland barley field? It waited, hoped, and finally on the Panzhihua tree, it hoped for a brilliant brilliance. A new day has begun. The muntjac kicked uneasily. It circled around the stake, stopped from time to time, and looked at everything around with bright eyes like a beetle. Well, to be fair, the biggest drawback of this place is that there is no mother, or it is quite good. The wheat straw below it absorbs enough sunlight and is extremely warm. Ah, the worst part is this noisy chain. Why does it always bother me?
"creak", the door opened.
The open pine wooden door lets sunshine and a group of playful pupils in. There is a boy wearing a sheepskin coat and a blue cloth hat. As soon as he spoke, his ears exploded. As soon as he stepped into the threshold, he took out a lump from his pocket and cried, "Eat!" Stuff it into the mouth of the little yellow tiger. What he stuffed here smells strange, little yellow deer! I get scared when I smell it. You can't hide from the left or the right with your mouth open. Fortunately, another girl with silver fox skin on the cuffs of her robe came in, with thin eyelids, black eyes, round face and two deep dimples when she smiled; She opened the hand of the boy doll and said softly:
"You, didn't you listen to the teacher? Muntjac is an cloven-hoofed animal and won't eat your ghee! "
The little girl's voice is as sweet as dew on banana leaves, and every sentence carries a laugh in her heart. No sooner had she finished than someone called out from outside:
"Bazhen, the teacher told you to take the muntjac outside to bask in the sun!"
Bazhen sighed and agreed. She untied the chain from the stake and took the muntjac to the grass full of wild flowers. Eight treasures are really good. Ji feels safe with her. Munch doesn't like those boys. They just like pulling its tail. The muntjac is very angry: my tail is short. Do you want to pull? It stands up like a pony, and these boys will never bully it again.
The grass is covered with wild flowers and sunshine. The little yellow deer smelled the forest again. It just wanted to jump forward, but suddenly it was hugged by Bazhen. Bazhen must know that Xiao Huang Ji is hungry. She took out a handful of peas from her schoolbag and gave them to Little Muntjac. Ah, little muntjac has never eaten anything so delicious. Chewing crunches, and the smell makes her mouth water. While eating, Xiao Huang remembered the lesson of "drunkenness". Good food is always unreliable. Will these round peas make you dizzy again? It hesitated a little, and finally, it couldn't help chewing.
The pupils in Kas village looked and laughed. The muntjac found a friend in her laughter. I'm relieved He lowered his head and savored slowly, when the little girl Bazhen said to her partner, "Grandpa said that Muntjac likes peas best-"Before she finished speaking, the pupils were like tits in the forest, buzzing:
"I have more peas than I can eat. In the afternoon, I will carry my schoolbag! "
"Oh, I only have soybeans at home-is soybeans okay?"
"Listen, you don't have to argue, muntjac only eats my peas; My peas are the sweetest! "
Huang Xiaoji cocked his head and looked around, but unfortunately he couldn't understand a word they said. However, what seems to be understood from the tone of primary school students. What is that? Is the spring breeze caressing the buds on the green leaves? Is there a sunshine from the mountain spring? I don't know, it seems a little. A bold idea jumped out of Ji's mind: there are so many good friends in this valley full of azaleas!
Behind the high Robbie Snow Mountain, there is a sunset every day. In an instant, 99 suns set. Summer as lively as Panzhihua has arrived. The shape of Panzhihua is long and long, like a wine glass carved from red agate; The flower cup is full of sunshine, how intoxicating!
It is another morning. When Ji opened his eyes, the sun shone on his neck through the cracks in the tiles, and he twisted his neck, which was considered to be doing fitness gymnastics. Huang Xiaoji found that the leather ring around her neck was missing. How did it disappear? Was it cut by the sun? I don't know how light the muntjac's heart is. It doesn't like that "long" thing around its neck!
Little yellow deer walked out of the pine hut happily. It came to the grass. The primary school students in Kasai village are all sitting in the classroom. Xiao Huang Ji knows that children in school like listening to the big bronze bell under the banyan tree best. As soon as the bell rings, they will run out of the classroom and tease Ji to fight, wrestle and run on the grass. It was not until the bell rang again that the students put down the muntjac and ran into the classroom. Xiao Huang Ji was intoxicated by the friendship of primary school students, and he was reluctant to leave these special friends. What can he do? The muntjac sometimes greedily eats the wild flowers on the distant grass alone and looks in the mirror by the distant stream. The sunshine on the water waves flashes like petals ... but as soon as it hears the bell on the big banyan tree, it will jump on its front hoof and rush back to school. The scene is more like a pupil who is afraid of being late for class.
The muntjac crossed the lawn and came to the door of the classroom, which was full of the smell of pine. The classroom is as quiet as a depression without wind. The female teacher is writing on the blackboard. Bazhen and her classmates only stared at the teacher. Little yellow deer knows that she can't run wild here. Feeling that my steps are not light, I stand at the door of the classroom and quietly listen to the female teacher with the primary school students. ...