When the pigeon was crossing the road, two carriages rushed over so fast that it was so frightened that it ran away with its bag.
(It’s too big to fly)
After the carriage passed by, it hurriedly looked for the bag. That's a bag made out of nothing. Without the bag, it has to be coded by itself.
However, the bag disappeared after falling to the ground. The pigeon had no choice but to move its claws to write. The cold weather made its claws red and swollen.
It was getting dark, and there were fewer and fewer people on the street. Finally, only the pigeon was left. The pigeons cooed with hunger and shivered as they coded words. Snowflakes fell on her white feathers, which were draped on her wings one by one, looking very beautiful.
The snow is falling heavier and heavier, and the pigeons seem to be covered with a thick white carpet.
The pigeon had not eaten or drank all day, and it couldn't move anymore. It squatted down in a corner. He rubbed his red and swollen paws with his wings. After a while, his wings became frozen.
"It's so cold. It would be great if I had a few tickets."
"This handsome and earth-shattering book friend, and this charming little cutie who is reading a book, please vote! I can go to the little match girl over there to buy some matches to warm my paws..."
