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My name is White Bear.

? From the vast frozen ocean-the Arctic Ocean.

? Every inch of land here is so desperate, barren and heartless. Only the wind wrapped in snow swept around. Barren land.

? The sun hanging all day is wearing a bleak aperture, which makes people unable to tell where the horizon connecting heaven and earth is.

? Seeing flowers in the fog is a mirage reflected by light and shadow. Xiaweiyun steamed, like a misty and absurd fairy tale world. So dangerous, so lingering.

? This is my hometown.

? But I hate it here. I hate everything here.

? Just like a person is cursed, I feel like walking at the end of the world. Cold, hunger, loneliness and death forced me to drink blood and dew.

? My despair, my sorrow, the only thing that is willing to respond to me is the wind song rippling in the fog and clouds.

? In this mysterious white hell, the only choice is to move forward, and stopping to rest means eternal sleep.

? Injuries are commonplace, and the pain is completely numb to me. If these sufferings can help me learn the skills of survival, then I can't wait to tell you that this is a kind of pride and a heavy dignity for me.

? I yearn for the outside world, friendly and sincere friends and warm family. Everyone wants to be loved. I desperately want to escape from here, from this dusty place that makes me precarious and covered with thin ice.

? "I hope someone can take me away." I sincerely pray to God.

? The existence of arrogance seems to be generously agreed.

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? Although the sun is big, it still has no warmth. The dark cold water is shining with gold-plated edges and sparkling bubbles. As if it could swallow everything.

? But they brought an unexpected gift, a little squirrel.

? She sat on a huge waxed paper boat and waved to me on the coast near the glacier.

? Curly brown hair becomes transparent under the refraction of seawater and sunlight. She smiled and looked so bright and moving.

? This is the first time I have met a foreigner.

? I am very excited and uneasy. I am so alert that I can't wait to hide in the snowy mountains, but I can't.

? This is an opportunity, an opportunity to leave this troubled place.

? I carefully packed up my minions who were usually fierce to the enemy, bent my legs and greeted her in the most friendly way. She seems very happy.

? After we met, we began to talk.

? She told me that she comes from a distant and humid tropical rain forest and lives in a place called "Commercial Street", where there are many friendly people and a big family that is temporarily harmonious. Food and clothing is not a problem.

? Finally, she said that she wanted to be friends with me.

Everything is what I expected. Beautiful as a dream.

? I put my mind down for a while and jumped on the squirrel's paper boat in fear and trembling.

I hope she is trustworthy.

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? The paper boat drifted with the tide, crossed the tip of a huge iceberg, pushed open the crushed ice accumulated on the sea surface and squeezed open a dark waterway. It's like walking through a huge water maze.

? The extreme day of half a year is slowly coming to an end today, replaced by a huge black shadow and sad stars soaked in it.

? Squirrels are humming unknown tunes at the bow. Her voice is a little hoarse and out of tune, but it sounds particularly reassuring in the bleak evening breeze.

? After a while, she stopped humming, so I asked some questions about my friends in the mall.

? After a pause for a few seconds, she smiled mysteriously and said, "I won't know until I go."

? The journey was peaceful.

? I don't know why, the moody sea seems to hear the anxiety and uneasiness in my heart. It is compassionate, showing its sunny side and giving me a little blessing-

? It sings a thousand-year-old song with deep affection, and lets the unscrupulous waves carry the paper boat we are riding.

? The ancient ocean tells us that everything will be safe.

? My ears are full of unique melodies from the sea, and my thoughts are like chaos involved in the abyss, which is decomposed and eroded bit by bit.

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? I don't know how long it took, but I woke up.

? Face-to-face is not a fog that suppresses sadness over the Arctic. That is-a huge blue mirror, far away, just around the corner.

? It brings together dazzling light, and the heat generated seeps into my thick fur, burning my frozen heart like a flame.

? It's like heaven here, too

? I got up and looked at the squirrel. She seems to have no time to take care of me and is busy adjusting the direction of the paper boat with paddles.

? "Excuse me, have you ... arrived yet?"

? "Soon." Her voice trembled a little. Not upset, but excited.

? "Just ahead."

? With the advancement of the paper boat, the island slowly emerged from the water. Like giant bubbles.

? The island is surrounded by rocks and the sea, with countless seagulls hovering above it. They can have a bird's eye view of us.

? The lush leaves on the island are illuminated by the sun, and the mottled green shadows screened from them are reflected on the sparkling sea. Everything is full of vitality.

? My eyes widened. Living in the North Pole, I have never seen such a big forest. It seems that everything in sight is a mirage and will soon disappear.

? The squirrel smiled as usual, looked at me and said:

? "Deep in the island is a commercial street."

? "Really?"

? "I won't lie to you." She stared at me seriously. "Lie down and swallow 3,000 needles."

? I ... seem suspicious. I hope so.

? After all, it's from the North Pole! self-consolation

? Squirrels at the bow controlled the paper boat to stagger in the waves, carefully crossing the rocks around the island, while I curled up at the stern and casually kept company with the flapping sea water.

? The paper boat was quickly pushed to the edge of the island by the rough waves.

? This is where squirrels boast badly.

? Stepping on the soft sand, time seems to have stopped, and I seem a little confused.

? I don't even know what that feels like.

? It's so exciting ... isn't it I close my eyes.

? The sea breeze blows head-on, with the fragrance of life, and the uneasy thoughts are blown apart.

Close your eyes gently, and the world seems to have changed.

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