When spring comes, Mother Bear is ill. Lying in bed, she missed the little bear who went to school far away, so she wrote a letter. Snail, can you send this letter to my child? Mother bear said no problem to a snail on the windowsill. The snail said that and set off with a letter on his back. The snail crawled for three months and climbed to the edge of a peony. He felt thirsty and drank a drop of dew from the petals of a snail. Where are you going? Peony shakes its purple petals. Mother bear is ill. I sent a letter to a bear far away. When will this letter be delivered to the bear? Peony looked at the slow snail, then picked the most beautiful flower and put it in Uncle Feng's hand. The snail crawled for another three months and climbed onto a lotus. It's too hot. Snails bathe in the clear water next to the lotus. Snail, where are you going? Lotus is trembling, and her pink flower is as sick as her mother. I want to send a letter to a distant bear. When will this letter reach Xiong Shouzhong? Lotus looked at the slow snail, then picked the most beautiful flower and put it in Mrs. Feng's hand. The snail crawled for another three months and climbed to a chrysanthemum pond. He felt hungry and ate some grass. When can this letter be delivered? Chrysanthemum shook, fucking golden petal snail, hurry to hurry, snail crawling, sugar snowflakes falling one by one, snail under a fragrant flower, trying to warm snail, where are you going? She said that her mother was ill and finally gave it to the bear. The bear is very happy. She skipped around and borrowed many flowers for her mother.