In the damp morning, the cool air was clean and refreshing. Pavel and I walked out of the room and suddenly found that it was like a snail rain.

In the flowerbed, on the leaves, in the stamens, and on the road, there are snails of all sizes. They carried their house on their backs, wriggling their tiny bodies, like Zen masters who had penetrated the world, crawling slowly and calmly, not knowing where to climb.

Sometimes we drive to the outskirts, or take a walk in the nearby park, there are little squirrels jumping around, looking at you with dark eyes, not knowing how to dodge.

有时我们开车到郊外，或者到附近的公园散步，到处都是跳来跳去的小松鼠，睁着黑漆漆乌溜溜的眼睛看着你，一点儿都不懂闪避。

Our most frequent places are Windsor Park (Windsor Park) and Virginia Water Lake (Virginia Lake), there are few people, there are only a few white swans and many black ducks paddling the water, occasionally come ashore to pace leisurely It makes people feel that they are the real masters of this kingdom, and patient photographers can record their changing formations at any time, which is the precise order of another world.

Once, we ran into a small hedgehog in the grass. It stopped on a piece of yellow leaf and shivered, as if very afraid of the cold. If it weren't for it to keep shaking, I almost stepped on it.

I squatted down and poked it with a small stick, and it instantly shrank its small body into a round ball. The thorns on its body stood upright, its head and claws were gone, only a sunflower seed appeared. The small pointed mouth was frozen in there motionless, like a pine cone.

有一次，我们在草丛里偶遇一只小刺猬，它停在一片枯黄的树叶上瑟瑟发抖，好像十分怕冷的样子。如果不是它不停地抖动，我差点儿就踩到了它。

我蹲下来用一根小棍儿戳戳它，它瞬间将小小的身子缩成了一个圆球，身上的荆刺根根倒竖，脑袋和爪子都不见了，只露出一个葵花籽儿一样尖尖的小嘴巴，一动不动地僵在那里，像一枚松果。