Cheetah sunset
The first time I saw it was on a snowy night. I won't complain about this weather because I'm a good mountaineer and I have to work in this weather. My tent was pitched on the waist of the snowy peak at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters, and it was extremely cold. It came in from outside the tent, a pair of cold and arrogant eyes looking down on me. I was stunned: what a good cheetah it is! The angular head, the smooth and soft fur, the strong and developed muscles, and the slightly curled whip tail gave it a strong energy and loneliness. God, it may have all the good qualities of the cheetah family concentrated in it! But how did it get here? What brought it here? This reason could make it temporarily put aside its contempt for outliers and stay in the same tent with me! I was in awe of it from the bottom of my heart, and I wanted to know everything about it. I plucked the brazier, and the coals were burning vigorously. I didn't think it would hurt me because it disdained it; what amazed me even more was that this cheetah abandoned even the instinct common to animals like fire. It didn't even look at me, but lay down and stared at the brazier, motionless, like an ice sculpture. But, this is a cheetah! I looked at it secretly, and there was a sudden warmth in its eyes, as if laughing, I didn't know what it was thinking. I know I can't understand it, maybe even its kind won't understand it. Besides, it's impossible to survive in this place, poor cheetah, what is it doing?