I don't know when I started to fall in love with the wolf. I love it for no other reason than its forbearance and tenacity. Wolf creatures are very cruel, but at the same time they are also very affectionate. Every wolf in the wolf pack has a strong sense of responsibility, protects its shortcomings, takes great care of its own kind, and loves every pup.
In fact, what I like most about wolves is their most primitive and wild survival competitiveness. In nature, they are not very powerful. A wolf cannot even defeat a strong shepherd dog, but they are tough and united. They can lie dormant in blizzards and cold winds for a whole day just to hunt.
The packs of wolves on the grassland are scary, but the nomads are not as afraid of the pack wolves as they are of the lone wolf, because the lone wolf is more tenacious, cruel, and will survive at any cost, especially the lone wolf with some physical disabilities. The cruelty and cunning of such a wolf is very scary. This is what I appreciate about wolves. When the living environment becomes more difficult and the pressure for survival becomes greater, its life potential will be more stimulated.
I think this is why wolves often appear as symbols of tribal totems, which represent people's reverence for life.
From the beginning, Qianya only knew that she was a sunny person with a hearty and contagious smile. All I know is that she is short-sighted, and she has never taken off her pair of lightweight square stainless steel-framed glasses. Although she never pays attention to her clothes, she always has a gentle and elegant temperament. I only know that she is always cautious when talking to him, and looks very gentle.
Later I found out that Qianya had never been exposed to the side of her that was deeply hidden.
Later I found out that she turned out to be the eldest sister whose name was so resounding.
Later I found out that she was not gentle at all when she killed someone.
Later I found out that others had always been careful with her.
Later I found out that her gentle temperament was just a disguise, and the blood of the wolf clan remained in her bones.
People say that the wolves in the north are
When the cold wind blows,
Standing outside the city gate,
Wearing rusty iron clothes,
Calling the city gates to open,
Tears in eyes.
Thinking of you
thinking about your face
I want to hold it in my chest
If you can't let it go, don't let it go
uniform temptation
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