In November, the end of the night is still elusive. I don't know when to start, I used to sleep in this long and lonely time, although the polar bear does not hibernate, but for me, sleep is the best way to escape from loneliness, after all, wait for after all is a long process, it may kill you hope, but when you close your eyes, whether it is dream or imagination, the picture is still suffused with some bright.
I got up and counted the remaining fish, should be eat only two days, so I reluctantly from my warm ice inside out, head into the cold night, wondering when to reserve some food.
There is no snow today, generally speaking is a suitable foraging weather, I slowly walked up and down, looked around by starlight shone translucent snow, footsteps unprovoked become lightsome rise. It seems like a long time not so easy feeling, since she left, I hide myself in such a place to retire, no and no one said a word, I often automatic speaking, even deliberately from the nose to make sound, to justify their existence.
翻译 Go to a bank, I strike the ground, chose a ice thin places, with great care to where to dig a hole, and then put his claws to stir in the water a few times, hoping to attract fish. I have always been so hunting, other polar bears may directly into the water to catch the fish, and I used to wait, supports the chin and looked at the mouth of the cave like a philosopher, although some may take time, but the time for me and not worth the money, as one has no ideal is also not the pursuit of the arctic bear, I have a lot of time to waste.