At the edge of a forest covered in clover, there lived a little white rabbit named Lily. Lily has white fur as soft as cotton candy, and a pair of long ears that always stand tall and can hear the sound of falling leaves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Next to Lily’s house, there lives a Mr. Badger who loves to snore. Mr. Badger always wears reading glasses and likes to bake apple pies in the afternoon. The sweet aroma can fill the entire forest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Across from Lily’s house, there is a huge old oak tree with a squirrel family living on it. The little squirrel jumping is an impatient one. Every morning, it runs down the tree with a thump and helps Lily sweep the fallen leaves at the door into a pile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good morning, Lily! “Jumping always carries the broom on his shoulder and greets loudly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good morning, Jump! “Lily would hand him a freshly washed red berry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One evening, a strong wind blew up in the forest. The wind blew fiercely, causing the newly grown baby carrot seedlings in Lily’s vegetable garden to sway in all directions. Lily was so anxious that her ears drooped. She couldn’t hold on to so many seedlings alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don’t worry, Lily, we’re here to help you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mr. Badger put down the apple pie in his hand and walked slowly over, using his thick palm to re cultivate the soil that had been blown away by the wind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tiaotiao also took his brothers and sisters down from the tree. They gathered small branches and carefully set up a windproof tent for the carrot seedlings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even Mrs. Hedgehog, who is usually shy and hiding in the grass, came pushing her small cart. The cart was filled with dried moss that she had collected, and she spread these soft mosses on the roots of the carrot seedlings, saying, “This way, the seedlings won’t feel cold<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With everyone’s help, the carrot seedlings straightened up again and gently swayed under the moonlight, as if saying, “Thank you<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That night, Lily baked a big pot of carrot cookies. She divided the cookies among Mr. Badger, Jumping, and Mrs. Hedgehog. Everyone sat on the wooden stake in front of Lily’s house, eating delicious cookies and looking at the stars in the sky.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mr. Badger yawned slightly and said, “It’s great to have neighbors<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jumping and chewing on cookies, he said vaguely, “Yeah, when we’re together, we’re not even afraid of the wind<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lily leaned against her mother, feeling warm in her heart, sweeter than eating honey. She closed her eyes and listened to the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, it was the forest singing lullabies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, Mr. Badger. Good night, Jump. Good night, Mrs. Hedgehog. Good night, my good neighbor<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lily fell asleep slowly in the warm blanket, with a sweet smile on her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Baby, you should also close your eyes. May your dreams also have lovely neighbors like Lily and stars all over the sky. Good night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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