female wolf

The ferocious torrent makes the river widened, the muddy rust-red river tumbling with more than a foot high waves, between the waves and the slightly calm water, the rapids turn back, forming an unfathomable black hole whirlpool. Although it will be a few crawl swimming, after all, it is a land beast, water is very general, in such a dangerous river, jumping is undoubtedly a dead end, not swallowed by the whirlpool, but also will certainly be swept away by the rapids to pieces.

It had to cling to the trunk of the tree, at the mercy of fate.

Lancang River, you can often see from the upstream floating down by the flood uprooted trees and bamboo canopy. Sometimes, several trees or bamboo tangled together, branches embracing, vastly down the river, like a green floating island. At the moment, it is trapped in such a floating island, for it, rather than a floating island, is more like a moving tomb.

The turbulent river swept the floating island it was perched on downstream. Alas, it was the roe deer with musk glands under its navel that desperately fled from the woods at the foot of the Rizhuka Mountains to the Lancang River, where it chased its prey into the gourd peninsula that stretched into the heart of the river from the Uyghi Gorge, driving it into a desperate path. Suddenly, the damned roe deer leaped into the air and jumped onto this floating island floating past the shore.

It could not watch its prey escape under its nose and followed it onto the floating island. It burrowed with difficulty through the maze of trees that towered above the water and forced its way to the frightened roe deer. It saw the roe deer huddled on the edge of the floating island that bent into an S-shaped fork, behind the river, there is no way back, eyes showing shock, desolate, desperate look. This is the look of a weak and kind animal suffering from a calamity and on the verge of death, which is undoubtedly the mirror of victory in the wolf's concept. It greedily approached the roe deer step by step; it wanted to use its sharp teeth and paws to tear open the chest of the roe deer first and feast on it; it loved the bloody offal by nature. The moment its front paws landed on the roe deer's shoulder blades, the stupid and stubborn roe deer turned its head and leaped away, and poof, a column of water rose from the river. It lies on the S-shaped tree branch, drooling, watching the roe deer in the valley of the waves rise and fall struggling. A few ugly-looking porpoises swung their tail fins proudly and swam around the fat roe deer. He would like to jump into the river and bite the porpoise into two pieces, but unfortunately, he does not have the ability. A wave came over and crushed the roe deer into the bottom of the river. It waited for a while, but no longer saw the olive-shaped brain of the roe deer with mixed yellow and white fur coming out. It is convenient for those damn porpoises, it hates the gums sour. He could not understand why that roe deer refused to be honest and be bitten off by it to drink blood and eat meat but to jump into the river; any animal that grows up drinking the water of the Lancang River knows that the Lancang River in flood season is much more powerful than a man walking on two feet; drowned by the river, eaten by the porpoise, is it better than being eaten by it Baisha?

Stupid and abominable roe deer, it cursed fiercely.

Perhaps it was an old and sick roe deer; it thought resentfully as it tightened its empty stomach; the blood was bitter and the meat was sour. It sighed indifferently and turned back into the canopy to go back to the shore. But when it reached the other end of the floating island, it couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, the floating island was swept away by a torrent of water and was far away from the river bank. Perhaps, it and the roe deer jumped to produce a rush to push the floating island away from the river bank, or perhaps the tide pulled the floating island away from the river bank; who knows what happened, anyway, the floating island blanch in the center of the river, downstream speed. It howled loudly, calling for help to its kind, the wolves in the foothills of the Rizhuka Snow Mountain in the Hengduan Mountains. Not long after, a group of small black dots appeared on the yellow sandy beach of Kangkuma, and as the dots grew bigger, it could see clearly that they were its partners. The leader was the big male wolf Pik. The wolf pack ran wildly along the river bank, and the big male wolf Pik even rushed into the river and splashed all over the sky, but was immediately knocked back by the fierce waves.

He was lying on the canopy of the floating island, wailing and wailing, hoping that the wolves would rescue him from the danger. But to its sadness, after the wolves chased it in parallel with the floating island on the river bank for a while, they climbed a cliff and stopped chasing it, squatting together on the ground and howling long and harshly toward the Lancang River, their voices sounding as if they were being buried.

Bai Sha looked helplessly at the wolves getting farther and farther away from her, and finally, against the sky, the wolves squatting on the cliff were like a few black sesame seeds scattered on the blue satin. The howling sound also became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the rumble of the waves.

It was alone on the floating island.

At first, it still had a ray of hope that maybe the mysterious river current would suddenly wash the floating island back to the river bank, and as long as it left the unfathomable river center, as long as the floating island floated into the shallow water, it could jump down the river and swim back to the shore; go back up the river and walk back to the foothills of Rithuka Mountain and return to the wolves. However, the floating island always drifted in the center of the river. Once or twice, at the bend of the river, the floating island seemed to be drifting toward the river bank, but in the blink of an eye, it was wrapped by the tide and came back to the center of the river. Fate seems to be playing a malicious joke on it Baisha. Hope is like a bubble in the water bursting again and again.

The floating island it was perched on became more and more fragile. Originally, several trees are only linked together by the tangle of branches, the structure is loose, said the floating island, it is more accurate to say that it is a floating object. Under the impact of the fierce waves, the floating island rattled, as if the skeleton was about to be chewed up. The next day at dawn, drifting across the Dulong Gorge, the two sides of the 10,000-foot cliffs, the floating island from the steep riverbed sped into the mountain stream, dizzy, like falling into the abyss, a loud boom, the floating island slammed into a reef erected in the center of the river, several bowl-sized branches were broken, wood chips flying into the floating island east and west, let out a groan of pain. It was shaken to the point that its eyes were sparkling, and even though it was a hard-hearted wolf, it was also trembling with fear. It was over, I thought, the floating island would immediately break into pieces, and it would follow the pieces to the bottom of the river and become a delicious snack for the ugly porpoise. It closed its eyes and waited for death to come. Fortunately, the floating island miraculously avoided the rocks and made it through the Doklam Gorge.

Another night.

It felt hungry, so hungry that it wanted to swallow the moon hanging high in the ruby blue night sky as a pie. Waves rolled up to the floating island from time to time and poured on its head to head. It was cold and hungry, so it had to chew the leaves to feed. Leaves and bitter and astringent, barely swallowed, a while later, the stomach pain panic, vomiting a large pile of green filth. This torture, it is better to die, it thought, to jump into the river, all the panic and pain will be no trace. It is completely by animal survival instincts that did not kill themselves.

The moon rose, the sun sank; the moon sank, and the sun rose again. Four days, five days ...... it has lost track of how many days have passed, the floating island is still tenaciously drifting in the heart of the river. It was getting farther and farther away from the foothills of the Rizhuka Mountains, really, too far away, it thought sadly, and now even if the floating island docked, it could not go back to its partners.

It had been immersed in the water for so long that its bones had become numb; it was so weakened that it was lying among the branches of the trees and had no energy left to howl. In a trance, it felt that the sun had turned blue and the water of the Lancang River melted from the snow, and ice in the mountains and seemed to have become like a hot spring. Oh, unfortunately, the big buck amber horns pick through the belly of Gegeer also came ...... bang, a loud sound woke it from a semi-conscious state, it struggled to open its eyelids, in front of a vine intertwined trees in the sky recklessly.

It turns out that the floating island drifted into the Menghan forest in Xishuangbanna, in a zigzag steep and sharp river bay, the floating island was swept out of the river by a torrent, hit the shore, and sunk in silty sand.