Short Stories: Frigid Waters

The rugged green rich north blew through the tundra like a cold flame, shouting than the wolf. Snowflakes spread quickly throughout the landscape and almost never hinder your vision. The only thing you can see is the moon, the snow that shines in that light. The landscape is completely bad and the nearest forest is visible. When it is not naked leaves, this tundra is a wide grassland and is ideal for finding all kinds of food. Believe it or not, this is actually one of the best hunting areas in the valley.

Jack London short stories "building fire" occurred at the climax of the hero of this story, after the collapse of self-heating, in the extremely cold Yukon on ice, stupid to build a stupid man called "man" I found out. They opened fire on snow-covered trees. Camping and hiking in the forest of winter Everyone can lead to collapse with snow-covered tree branches with the above elaborate dump snow and ice powder weight, with snow-covered tree fire ,I know. Fire has extinguished the sole source of personal warmth. But the story of London, this is accurate: humans insist on believing he can conquer foolish arrogance and dangerous nature

Winter weather The gravel weather of your shoes. Gravel is scattered on the ice to ensure our safety. These sharp gems always find creative ways to get into boots and shoes. Or cold, ruthless water droplets striking the snow from the roof above and striking the head and neck. The yellow dog was peeping in the snow and was stained everywhere. Clear snow, dirty snow, dirty snow. Missed. After snow everywhere is quiet. The car stopped carefully with a traffic light on the wet road, the sound of the car dropped. A helpless sound that the tires of the car are rotating on the ice. A transparent dagger or icicles like a vampire's teeth. As the weather gets warmer as the snow falls, there are sounds dripping from here and there. The sled went out of the hill. The heat sink receives metal taps as the heat expands and contracts. Sliding on a giant scraper made of metal and a snow removing machine stone while working. Dull and low snow dropped from the trees and roof and hit the ground.

Shortly thereafter, the confusion took place in cold water. People climbed each other. My feet and elbows flew away. Along with the start of the trivial spirit triathlon, Layton had claustrophobia; face blows have led him to lose his way. He thought about going out, but quietly talked about his own continuity. He knows that smoking bothers him. When he reached the first transition zone, he was still sitting on a bicycle mountain. Layton is frozen. His legs were numb and he was unable to move his hands because he had trouble cleaning sand and wearing socks. When he left, he made the first mistake. He forgot to take his wet suit off, he had to stop his clothes and change his clothes. I was finally ready when a 40-year-old child stepped in