When the pigeon crossed the road, two horse-drawn carriages rushed over quickly, and it was so scared that it ran away from the bag.

   (Because it is too big to fly)

   After the carriage passed, it hurriedly looked for a bag. That is a bag made out of nothing, without a bag, it has to code by itself.

   But the bag disappeared when it dropped on the ground. The pigeon had to move its own claws, and the cold weather made its claws red and swollen.

   The sky is getting dark, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and in the end only the pigeons themselves are left. The pigeon was so hungry that it groaned and coded with trembling. Snow fell on her white feathers, which were draped on the wings one by one, looking very beautiful.

   The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the pigeons are like a thick white carpet.

   The pigeon hadn't eaten or drink all day, and it really couldn't move. It squatted down in a corner. Rubbing his red and swollen paws with his wings, the wings froze for a while.

   "It's so cold, if there are a few tickets, it's okay—"

   "This handsome earth-shattering book friend, and this charming little cutie who is reading a book, cast a vote! I'll go to the little match girl over there to buy a few matches to warm her paws..."

  

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