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Fond dream Into the winter the flowers wither and the river dries up day by day . One sunny day i took enough supplies to the scenic spot to climb the mountain.A fluffy litte orange cat with its back to me crouched on a grassy field looking ahead at ghe green mounatains.“meowth” the little fellow heard the call and ran kindly towards me he swallowed a piece of bread in two or three bites.I made plastic bags into water containers and filled them with clear water.Small ogrange cat carefully sniff then with reflish to drink up. Two or three miles in front is the source of the stream.In the steam full of stones ,the stream has been cut off and several small pools of stagant water are scattered here and there,egg-sized birds were leisurely bathing in small pools. I think the cat will find this good place to drink clean sweet water in the heart musb be happy. | 
