故事发生在簸箕庄。漆黑的夜,在该庄的后山,阴森的丛林,一匹行走的狼。它是一匹地地道道的北方狼,在没有狮子和老虎的北方丛林,狼就是王。狼喜欢站在某一块高大的石头上,发出高亢的呐喊去证明自己的存在。狼习惯用王者的姿态去审视远方。这匹狼走得不紧不慢,不慌不忙。小达理这时正蹲在黑暗中,他听到荒草的轻微响动后想到了狼。小达理蹲在地上屏住呼吸,他知道狼朝着他的方向走来,他担心它会伤害他。 The story happened in the dustpan Zhuang. Dark night, in the village of the mountain, the dark jungle, a walking wolf. It is an authentic northern wolf, and in the northern jungles without lions and tigers, the wolf is the king. The wolf likes to stand on a piece of tall stone, uttered a high-pitched shout to prove his existence. Wolves used to look at the king’s attitude to the distance. This wolf walked slowly, calmly. Little Dali was squatting in the darkness at this time, he thought of the wolf after he heard the slight vibration of the weeds. Daley squatted on the floor to hold his breath, he knew the wolf came in his direction, he was worried that it would hurt him.