一我还是觉得什么地方不对劲,周围是无声的寂静,雪把什么都给盖了,往常的沟沟壑壑被这巨大的雪铲抹得平平光光的,往常随处可见的破袜子、破鞋,破塑料、破罐子呀,都消失在这雪里。我看看枪管,温温的,枪口似乎还冒着一丝青烟,在我面前,延伸着一道脚印,兔子的脚印。这么厚的雪,它的脚印变成了一个个的小洞,我相信我很快就能追上它。我身后猎狗粗重的呼吸呼呼作响,每一声都那么清晰,每一声在我耳边轰响。我回过头,它 I still feel something wrong, surrounded by silent silence, snow to cover everything, the usual gully gullies by this huge snow shovel flat, often seen everywhere broken socks, broken shoes, broken Plastic, broken jar Yeah, all disappear in this snow. I look at the barrel, warm, muzzle seems to still risked a trace of smoke, in front of me, extending a footprints, rabbit’s footprints. So thick snow, its footprints into a small hole, I believe I will soon catch it. The heavy breathing of the hound behind me whined, every sound is so clear, every sound in my ear. I turned back, it