Andrew Lan's Twelve-Color Fairy Tale Series: Pink Fairy Tale Books

Chapter 5 Snowman
"It's great, it's really cold, I feel stronger in the cold, creaking!" Snowman said, "The cold wind also makes people feel alive, but the hot thing on it is too dazzling It's gone!" He was talking about the sun, and at this moment, the sun was almost setting. "It can't dazzle me, though. I'm sure I can stand it."

The snowman's eyes are made of two triangular stones, and his mouth is made of an old comb, so that he has teeth.

He was born to the cheers of the children.He was greeted by the clanging of sleigh bells and the crackling of whips.

As the sun went down, a full moon rose up, round and big, so bright and beautiful in the night sky.

"It's coming from the other side!" cried the Yeti.He thought it was the sun reappearing. "I'm used to its bright light. I wish it was hanging there, to give me a light. I want to see how I can move it. How I wish I could move it! If I could, I'd like to slide on the ice now, as I see the children do! But, my God, I can't even walk!"

"Oh - over - over!" The old dog chained in the yard barked, his voice was a little hoarse, which sounded weird.He used to live in the house, sleeping by the warm stove, but since he came to the yard, his voice became hoarse.

"Soon the sun will teach you how to run! Last winter, I saw that your senior ran away following the sun. Before him, his seniors also ran away like this!"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, man!" said the Yeti. "Does that thing up there teach me how to run?" He pointed to the moon. "Oh, it is indeed running. It was clearly over there just now, but now it is running here again."

"You don't know anything," said the Dog, "but you have only just piled up! The thing you see now is the moon. The thing that just went down is the sun, and it will come back tomorrow morning, and it will surely teach you How did you go to the gutter. The weather is going to change, I can feel it in my left hind leg, and that leg hurts. It must be going to change."

"I don't understand what he means," thought the Snowman, "but I have a feeling he's talking about something not so good. That hot thing that first blinds your eyes, then Gone again, that thing he called the sun, it sure wasn't my friend. I just had that gut feeling."

"Oh - finish - finish!" The old dog barked again, he turned around three times, and then got into the kennel to sleep.The weather has really changed.In the morning, the whole town was shrouded in a cold and wet thick fog, and there were gusts of biting wind.But what a sight it is when the sun rises!The trees were covered with a thick layer of white frost, and each branch seemed to be covered with white flowers, looking like a white coral forest.The tender twigs may not be very eye-catching when the leaves are luxuriant in summer, but now they can take up the scenery, looking like thin white beaded silk nets, shining, very beautiful!The birch trees swaying gently in the breeze look so graceful.The snow-capped land seems to be covered with a thick white carpet. The carpet is studded with countless beautiful diamonds. Under the sunlight, dazzling lights are shining everywhere. It is so beautiful!

"Wow, it's so beautiful!" a girl exclaimed excitedly.She and a young man came to the park and stood not far from the snowman, admiring the beautiful scene here. "It's not so beautiful in summer!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes sparkling.

"That's right, there won't be this in summer!" The young man pointed to the snowman and said, "He is so beautiful!"

The girl laughed and nodded to the snowman, and they danced on the snow.

"Who are they?" the Snowman asked the Dog. "You have been in the yard longer than I have. Do you know them?"

"How come I don't know them?" said the dog. "She used to pet me and feed me bones. I never bit them."

"But what are they doing here?" asked the Yeti.

"In love! They are lovers," replied the Dog. "They will live in the same den and gnaw the same bone!"

"Are they all the same as us?" asked the Snowman again.

"They are our masters," said the dog, "a fellow who was born yesterday knows so little. I noticed it in you! But I, being mature and knowledgeable, know All the people here. Oh, I never lived in such a cold kennel!"

"Isn't it nice to be cold?" said the Snowman, "tell me how it is. But don't rattle your chains."

"Oo-o-o-oo!" began the old dog. "I was a puppy once, and they said I was small and cute. I lived in the master room, and I slept in a little velvet bed. My The hostess took good care of me, often kissed me, touched me, and called me her dearest, most precious little Alice! But when I grew up, they said I was too big, so they called me I gave it to the housekeeper, and I lived in the kitchen! From where you stand, you can see the inside of the kitchen, and I used to be the master there. Because I was with the housekeeper, I was the master there. Of course, the kitchen is not as good as upstairs It's spacious, but more comfortable. I don't get chased or teased by my kids like I used to. I eat as good as I used to, and I can even say Better. I had my own cushions and a stove in the kitchen which was the best thing in the world at a time like this! I used to huddle under it. Oh my! I still I still dream about it often! Oh-end-end!"

"Is the stove that good?" asked the Yeti. "Is it as good as mine?"

"It's the exact opposite of you! It's a black stove with a long neck and a brass pipe. It eats firewood and breathes fire from its mouth. Get close to it if you want to be warm, or get under it. Go under it, it's the most comfortable place! Look in the window from where you stand, and you can see it."

The snowman looked over there, and sure enough, there was a polished thing with a brass pipe.He could see the flickering fire in the window.The snowman suddenly felt very excited, and he had a feeling that he couldn't explain, but this feeling was very familiar to anyone who wasn't a snowman.

"Then why did you leave her?" Snowman was a little puzzled.He felt that the stove should be a lady. "How did you leave such a nice place?"

"I can't help it!" said the dog. "They drove me out and chained me here, because I bit the young master's leg. But who will let him take the bone I was gnawing?" Bone for bone, that's what I was thinking! But they got mad and locked me in here ever since. My thick voice is gone too, can you hear how bad my voice is now? Ooh-oh-oh! I can't talk like the other dogs anymore. Ooh-oh! There's no more happiness like before!"

But Snowman didn't listen to him anymore, he kept looking into the room, staring blankly at the stove with four iron legs, she must be about the same size as him!
"Why do I feel itchy in my heart!" said the snowman, "I will never get in there? I know this idea is naive, but the naive wish should be granted! I must go in. I want to be by the fire." Lean on, feel the feeling! Even if I have to break the window, I am willing."

"You mustn't go in there!" said the old dog. "Just get near the fire, and you're done! Oh--over-over!"

"I'm almost done with it," Snowman was anxious, "I feel like I'm going to collapse soon!"

The snowman looked in the window all day.As it got dark, the house looked even more warm and inviting.The fire light from the stove is so soft, it doesn't look like the moon and the sun.Of course, only the stove could have such a charming light.Suddenly, the door opened, and the stove burned more vigorously, and the light of the fire reflected the snowman's white face red.

"I can't take it anymore!" cried the snowman. "Look at her with her tongue of fire, how beautiful she is!"

The night was long, but the snowman didn't feel it at all.He kept thinking about the scene in the house, immersed in the beautiful imagination, and giggled happily.

The next morning, there was a layer of ice on the kitchen window glass, what a beautiful ice flower!Even the Snowman would have been admiring at the pretty ice-flakes if they hadn't blocked his view from the stove.The window was closed so that he could not see the stove, which was a beautiful and lovely girl to him!It was another cold day, and there were rattling noises everywhere in the ice and snow. The snowman should feel very comfortable and happy, but now, how could he be happy?

"You're lovesick for the stove!" said the old dog. "I've had it too, but I've gotten over it. Ooooooooo!" He barked hoarsely He also said, "It's going to change!"

The weather has really changed, it's getting warmer and the snow and ice are starting to melt.

The snowman also began to melt slowly.But he didn't say anything, and he didn't complain.

Finally one morning, the snowman completely melted away.Where he had stood stood a broomstick around which the children had piled him up.

"Oh, I see now, no wonder he loves the stove," said the old dog, "that broomstick they use to clean the stove! The Yeti has a stove's poker in it! No wonder he's lovesick Yes! But it's all over now! Oh--over-over!"

Soon, winter passed. "Oh - finish - finish!" The old dog roared hoarsely in the yard.

The girl sang sweet songs in the garden:

Trees and grasses, take off, take off, come out in green clothes!

Willow tree, hang down, hang down your delicate branches as soft as hair!

Little cuckoo, little lark, sing and dance!
Sing out to welcome spring in February!
I sing too, I dance too, the song flies to the clouds!

Lovely sun, come out, we all want to hug you!

So no one thought of the snowman anymore.

(End of this chapter)