Today is the beginning of winter. In the science and technology park where magpies usually swarm, a huge crow suddenly arrives.

Early in the morning, I was chatting on the roof of the building against the morning breeze, with a deep and loud voice, "Wow! Wow! Ah! Ah!", which reminds me of the joke "Shut your crow's mouth".

Sure enough, the crow's mouth opened, making people panic.

Let me tell you that winter is coming when all things will die, and all living beings will lose their freedom.

In fact, before the beginning of winter this year, Chifeng experienced a cold wave during the frost period and ushered in "positive spring" weather for more than ten consecutive days.

There was no cloud or wind in the blue sky.

By November 5th and 6th, one or two days before the beginning of winter, the daytime temperature rose to above 15 degrees.

I observed next to the pier of the Yingjin River Bridge: The ladybug that was hidden in the gap last night enjoyed the warm sunshine all morning and began to crawl slowly around nine o'clock.

Also, the brown insects that crawl all over the grass as soon as they pass by on the grass in late autumn, which look like aphids and are twice as big as aphids. They hide micro-winged insects under their tiny shells. Now they are also gathering on this sunny pier.

Some gathered together to make out, and some climbed a few steps to show off their slender legs and bask in the sun.

The spider that usually builds webs has no intention of building webs anymore and walks alone among this pile of delicious food.

Of course, there are many unnamed insects gathering there, sleeping peacefully and enjoying the last warmth of the year.

Sometimes, a gust of wind comes just because the trees have no time to slowly turn yellow, and are frozen on the branches by a night of cold snap. Although they are withered, they are still green.

You seem to be experiencing a shower, thousands of leaves rustling down, drawing beautiful arcs and falling with the wind.

But at this moment, the wind stopped, the sun was still warm, and the insects were still happy.

In the afternoon, I saw a spider as big as a broad bean crawling on the ground, so I leaned over and let it crawl onto my finger.

It rested for a while with the warmth of its fingers.

I saw that the ends of its long, slender legs were white and almost lifeless.

After a while, it seemed to have regained some strength, and then decisively turned over and landed.

It took a lot of effort to find it beside a few dead leaves, and watched it move toward the warmth and freedom in my heart.

It’s just that everyone who can leave has left.

The swallows that flew close to the ground before the summer rain, the "fishmen" that shuttled around the pond, and the birds that sang all over the north and south in the woods have all disappeared! Also, the endless alfalfa blooms in the summer

The plump gray-yellow hare crouching on the paved grass, I had long believed that it was a corrupt official in human society. When I saw that it was not doing well, it quickly ran abroad with its quick legs and no natural enemies.

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