pillow mountain river

Hanshan is rich in aura, with layers of forests and verdant trees.The mountains are extremely lively, and the beasts have not yet opened their spiritual consciousness, but they are more human than ordinary beasts.

A female rabbit ran into a clearing in the mountains in panic, followed by a hungry old wolf.The old wolf was bald and his movements were sluggish. If the female rabbit was not about to give birth, it would definitely not be able to catch up with this sensitive hare.

The old wolf bared his teeth, and the saliva from his mouth almost fell on the rabbit.

With despair in her eyes, the female rabbit looked at the bamboo forest next to the clearing, and entered the forbidden area desperately.

There happened to be gaps between the rocks, just enough to accommodate small, dexterous animals like rabbits.

The old wolf leaned over and roared, his eyes reddened by hunger fixed on the female rabbit, but for some unknown reason, it just lingered in place and did not come forward.

The easy prey was right in front of him, but the old wolf finally gave up, drooped his tail, and left with a howl.

The female rabbit made a nest between the rock crevices and gave birth to a litter of rabbits.

There are many spirit beasts in Hanshan, and it is bustling and bustling during the day, but this open space seems deserted, except for the occasional birdsong, only the low groaning of leaves.The bamboo leaves are slender and rustling in the evening wind.

The litter of young rabbits opened their eyes, and the fluff on their bodies gradually grew.

Before the mother rabbit left with her cubs, a woodcutter in the mountains happened to pass by and happened to meet this litter of rabbits.

There are people living near Hanshan, scattered villages and small courtyards are scattered at the foot of the mountain.Most of the woodcutters came from those villages. In cold weather and bad harvests, adult men would go to the mountains to hunt.

Unexpectedly having a delicious meal, the woodcutter excitedly called his companions, "Block the hole!"

A litter of cubs who had never seen a human being stared blankly straight ahead with red eyes.It wasn't until a dark arm reached into the hole and dragged away one of the cubs that the group of rabbits huddled in panic in the depths of the hole.

"This litter of rabbits is quite fat, and they are not afraid of people. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could have such a good thing every day!" The woodcutter smiled brightly, shaking the easy prey in his hand.

When the woodcutter approached, the mother rabbit fled to the side of the hill. It could have escaped, but saw the young rabbits being captured by the woodcutter one by one, lying on the hill sadly.

The female rabbit raised her head and looked at the bamboo bushes not far from the cave.

Bamboo stands quietly on the flat ground. There is no wind at this time, and the leaves seem to be sleeping.

"There's another one!" the woodcutter's companion said in a low voice, pointing to the female rabbit on the hill.

"I can't catch it."

"Go, go and try." The woodcutters approached tiptoely. Unexpectedly, the rabbit didn't move. As soon as the woodcutter reached out, he grabbed its ears and picked up the rabbit.

The woodcutter said happily: "Hanshan is really a treasure land of geomantic omen!"

After several people went down the mountain with their prey, a young rabbit returning home excitedly returned to the cave, covered in withered grass and dust.The familiar cave was empty, the rabbit poked its head out and looked outside, the sky was getting dark, and the evening wind gently blew through the treetops.

The rabbit licked its paws, scratched its ears with its paws, lay its pillow on the hay in the nest, and fell asleep drowsily.It didn't know that its mother and brothers and sisters had been killed, and it just fell asleep steadily, smelling its mother's smell as usual.

As the night fell, the ordinary bamboo swayed gently in the night wind, and countless star-like bright spots fell from the leaves, which were sent to the nest together with the night wind and landed on the rabbit's fur.

The rabbit's lop ears are like a fine brocade quilt, covering its thin and fragile body, until dawn.

The luxuriant spiritual plants in the mountains, the juicy green grass, and the alfalfa with purple flowers all make the rabbit linger and forget to return. It soon forgot the sadness of being abandoned by its mother, and chased the moths in the forest, playing innocently all day long. noisy.

It has never met a natural enemy, let alone encountered a desperate situation, and its mother has never taught it. For a weak rabbit, this lush and quiet mountain forest is full of dangers.

An ordinary animal such as a rabbit, even if it cultivates into a monster, it will not be famous, let alone a young rabbit with immature intelligence, it is afraid that it will become a meal for other beasts before it reaches adulthood.

That day, the rabbit found a piece of rotten dead wood, and the middle of the wood had been hollowed out.It crawled in and out of the wood like a tiger patrolling its territory.

There is a pair of eyes hidden in the bushes.The jackal set his sights on the rabbit, and its companions were prowling in the mountains and forests, surrounding the prey like hunters.

The rabbit was tired of playing and was about to go back to the nest when suddenly a gust of wind blew up behind him.

Jackal rushed over.

Perhaps thinking that the prey had already noticed, the jackal greedily pounced on the prey alone, ignoring the partner who was too late to keep up.

The rabbit finally noticed something, and its natural instinct made it feel fear. Driven by fear, it ran back to its familiar field.

The jackals were extremely fast, several jackals rushed towards their prey together, and even a dexterous adult rabbit could hardly avoid it.The rabbit leaped over the rocks and darted across the rough path. Seeing the nest in front of him, he slipped from the gravel-covered hill and rolled under a clump of bamboo.

The ferocious jackals arrived quickly, baring their teeth at the powerless prey.

As long as you open your mouth, you can taste the delicious rabbit meat, but the jackal, which has always been decisive and fierce, did not even open its bloody mouth to pounce on the rabbit.

The pack of jackals, who were not afraid of wolves and tigers, pricked up their ears vigilantly.

The leading jackal left first, and the others looked at their prey and turned away unwillingly.

The rabbit that escaped the catastrophe broke its hind leg, dragged its bad foot, and slowly returned to the nest.It wasn't until lying on the haystack and soaking in the familiar smell that the rabbit was relieved from the thrilling encounter of escaping from the tiger's mouth.

It lay on its stomach at the entrance of the cave, and looked at the place where it had just fallen.

Bamboo grew in that open space, and the straight green bamboos pierced into the sky.Bamboo leaves hum with the wind, and occasionally one or two slender bamboo leaves are blown off by the wind, dancing in the air like blue butterflies.

The leaves pass through a phantom and fall to the ground.

That phantom vaguely resembles a person, wearing a green shirt, with black hair hanging down his head, but the shadow is very light, as light as the beam of light cast by the moonlight in the forest, ethereal and nothingness.

The rabbit lowered its head, pillowed its paws, and stared straight at the shadow.In the eyes of the rabbit, the phantom has become the only bright existence in the gray world.

Shadow turned his head sideways, his temple hair half covered his face, revealing his delicate jaw.

It was still late at night, and the light spots floating down from the bamboo leaves circled the rabbit's body, and the little lights melted into the rabbit's broken feet.

The evening breeze in the forest is gentle, and the bright moonlight makes everything covered with a thin veil.That ghostly image, the moonlight left by the moon in the human world.

The next day, the morning light was faint.

The rabbit kicked its hind legs, and its feet no longer hurt, but out of fear of what happened yesterday, it didn't dare to go far, and just wandered outside the nest.The rabbit chewed the weeds and looked at the bamboo bushes.

The place was the same as usual, and the phantom of yesterday seemed to be just an illusion.

As the dusk fell, the mountains were filled with mist, and the figures under the bamboo gradually gathered together.The rabbit glanced at the bamboo forest while sleeping, and fell asleep peacefully.

But the shadow only appeared occasionally, sometimes once every three days, sometimes not for ten days and half a month.

From sunset to moonrise is when shadows appear most often.When the moon sets and the sun rises, he disappears again, like a lonely ghost in the mountains.

The rabbit really likes that shadow, this love is better than everything in the world.

Even though it doesn't know what it is, the shadow is not close to it, but just looking at it from a distance makes me feel very comfortable.

Sometimes, when the shadow appeared, it would come out of the nest and run around at the shadow's feet.Shadow didn't dislike this restless rabbit, but he also ignored it.He bathed in the moonlight, and became one with the moonlight.

The rabbit rolled beside the phantom, revealing its belly, its white fur stained with dust.Tired of playing, it squatted under the bamboo forest and combed its hair with its tongue and paws. After a while, the dirty fur turned into a soft sticky cake.

Xu Ying is indifferent to everything around him, except for the rabbit at his feet, he will occasionally take a look or two, but it is only a glance.

Until one day, a rabbit came with a flower in its mouth.The fallen flowers that I don't know where to find are still fresh, and the edges of the white petals are dyed with light pink, exuding a light fragrance.

The rabbit crouched at Xuying's feet, looking up at its "moonlight".

Xu Ying finally lowered his head and glanced at the weak white rabbit and the flower in its mouth.Xu Ying squatted in front of the rabbit, stretching out a transparent palm.

The rabbit let go of its mouth, and the flower passed through the shadow's palm and fell to the ground.The rabbit lowered its head, picked up the fallen flower again, and the flower passed through his palm again.

The stupid rabbit picked up the flower again and again until the petals of the flower fell apart and fell miserably on the ground.

The translucent hand was retracted, and the rabbit drooped its head in despair, arching the broken petals with the tip of its nose.

Within a short while, tender shoots sprouted from the ground where there were only sporadic leaves and grasses. The slender rhizomes grew rapidly, the leaf buds stretched out the leaves, and countless flower buds bloomed quickly.

This open space is full of flowers, which is more beautiful than any other place in Hanshan.

Carrying a quiet fragrance of flowers, the rabbit fell asleep in the soft sea of ​​flowers.The moonlight shines on the earth, and the white fur emits a faint light.

There was only one white rabbit left under the bamboo bushes, and the bamboo leaves swayed slightly, and the rabbit was shrouded in dots of light like starlight.

The rabbit who was sleeping soundly did not know that he had changed. His soft paws became slender, and his front feet turned into arms resting on his head.The hair all over the body fell off, revealing fair and smooth skin, and the soft white hair scattered all over the floor.

Pollen sticks to the tip of Xiu Ting's nose.

The flowers are fragrant and sweet, and the petals are inedible, but they exude an attractive smell.

He smacked his lips, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly.

The author says:

The red-eyed little white rabbit is artificially bred, and it is almost impossible to survive in the wild, but anyway, this article is fantasy, so I will continue to happily talk about it_(:з」∠)_