It was a silver-gray female fox, running in the snow, with a newly caught rabbit in her mouth, ready to go back and feed her newborn baby. He didn't notice that a sharp arrow was aimed at his chest and his mother was shot to the ground. In order to make its fur softer, the hunter skinned its soft fur alive. At this time, my mother was still struggling, and her dark eyes were full of tears. I don't know if it is because of the severe pain, or because of her love and guilt for those hungry cubs.

It was an elegant vole, dragging its lovely cousin across the rice field in search of food for the winter. My cousin wondered why all the rice had only shells left overnight. Cousin told her that all the rice was used to make wine, and we were afraid that we would not survive this winter. Our wedding was postponed for a while, and there were crystal tears in the eyes of two mice.

That is a hardworking Lu Hua chicken. It only thinks about one thing from morning till night every day, and that is laying eggs. It naively thinks that as long as it works hard enough, it can have many children. But this is wrong. Every egg it laid was taken to the market by its ruthless owner for money. Finally, one day, the hen learned the truth, and a crystal tear oozed from her eyes.

This is some environmental protection content in the legend of Wulin. Are they classic enough?