一夜大风,把树上的叶子都快吹光了。天气也越来越冷了。小田鼠跑来跑去,准备着过冬的食物。猴子们在树上跳来跳去,欢快地嬉戏。突然,狮子大王慌慌张张地跑了过来,一边走一边痛苦地呻吟着,好像是受了重伤。“喂,狮子大王,你咋啦?”一只猴子冲着狮子做了个鬼脸,淘气地说。“有……有外……星人!”狮子上气不接下气地说。说完,它又赶紧跑了。 A gust of wind blew the leaves of the tree almost instantly. The weather is getting colder. The young vole came and ran, preparing the food for the winter. The monkeys jump around in the trees and playfully cheerfully. Suddenly, the Lion King ran over in panickedness, moaning with pain as though walking seriously wounded. “Hey, Lion King, are you?” A monkey made a face to the lion, naughtyly. “There ... ... there is ... Star!” Lion said out of breath. Finish, it ran quickly again.