The little boy made a yellow duck out of snow and went out with his mother. The yellow duck woke up and didn't know he was a snowman. He thought he was really a yellow duck. He felt cold.
The kind little girl passing by saw that the yellow duck was cold, left her warm pack to him, and left.
The yellow duck got the warmth it longed for and melted in the warmth. The little girl who came back couldn't see the yellow duck, so she thought he had gone home, so she picked up the warm pack and went home too.
The little boy who returned home with his mother cried sadly because he could not see the yellow duckling.
The mother told the little boy, don't cry. The little yellow duck has gone to be a little angel and will come back to see you next winter. The little boy wiped away his tears and went home happily.
Melting in pursuit of the desired warmth, is the yellow duck happy? Or, will he regret that he should not pursue the extravagant warmth?
I am afraid that only Huang Xiaoya himself is qualified to answer this answer.
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