Once upon a time, there were two bears. A sister bear and a brother bear.
When Brother Bear is a little bear, Sister Bear is a little sister. No matter what Sister Xiong does, she is always a little faster than her brother. "Brother, don't worry, my sister will wait for you." Sister Xiong said to her brother.
Sister Xiong has to wait for her brother for dinner. When he finished eating, they gargled and washed dishes together.
Uh-huh, Sister Bear will wait for her brother. When he finished, they wiped together and pressed the flush switch together.
The origami boat, Sister Xiong has to wait for her brother. When he finished folding, they went to the river to put the paper boat together.
Playing dominoes, Sister Xiong will wait for her brother to put the cards away, and then together.
Brother Xiong doesn't have to worry all the year round, because his sister will wait for him.
In spring, Sister Bear and other younger brothers catch up and catch colorful butterflies together.
In summer, Sister Bear swims across the river with other younger brothers and eats honey together. Wow, that's sweet.
In autumn, Sister Bear and other younger brothers climbed the tree, shook the golden leaves together, and then rolled on them.
In winter, Sister Xiong and other younger brothers packed up their caves and had a good sleep together with memories of spring, summer and autumn.
Brother and sister bear are very happy every day. But Brother Bear doesn't want his sister to wait for him all his life. He thought, if one day, I can wait for my sister, how happy it would be!
So Brother Xiong quietly reminded himself to hurry up: eat quickly, uh-huh, fold paper quickly and put cards quickly. ...
Slowly, Brother Bear moves faster, even a little faster than his sister. "Don't worry, sister, my brother will wait for you." Brother Xiong said to his sister.
At dinner, Brother Bear has to wait for his sister. When she finished eating, they gargled and washed dishes together.
Mm-hmm. Brother bear will wait for his sister. When she finished, they wiped together and pressed the flush switch together.
Origami boat, brother bear has to wait for his sister. When she folded the paper boat, they went to the river to put the paper boat together.
Playing dominoes, Brother Xiong will wait for his sister to put the cards away, and then together.
Sister bear doesn't have to worry all the year round, because her brother will wait for her.
Sister Bear and Brother Bear are very happy every day. Sister Xiong thought: Now my brother is faster than me, but he will always wait for me, which is also very happy!
After many years, Sister Bear and Brother Bear are old. No matter what they do, they will slow down. But Sister Bear and Brother Bear don't have to worry because they are waiting for each other.
For Sister Bear and Brother Bear, waiting is a kind of happiness. None of them will fall behind.
Children's short fairy tales Part II: Little monsters run away from home.
Like all mothers, the little monster's mother is a bit nagging.
The little monster, like all children, doesn't like to listen to his mother's nagging.
So, one day, the little monster said to his mother, "Mom, I want to run away from home!" " "
"Then go," said the monster's mother. "Anyway, you don't have to worry about being eaten by monsters, because you are a little monster yourself."
So the little monster ran away from home.
The first day was very interesting.
The little monster followed in the footsteps of cranberries. Wherever cranberries grow, he goes.
As a result, the little monster walked into the depths of the big forest and found a secret small lake there.
The next day was a bit thrilling.
The little monster followed in the footsteps of the bees. Wherever the bees fly, he goes.
You can know a lot of fragrant flowers by following bees. It was only later that the bees misunderstood the little monster and thought it was for their honey. As a result, the bees attacked the little monsters in sequence. If it weren't for him being a magical little monster, he would be covered in bags.
I was very happy on the third day.
The little monster followed the wind. Where the wind goes, he goes.
So he followed the wind to Yuan Ye, a dandelion plant. The little monster is happy to help the wind send dandelions into the sky one after another.
The fourth day was hard.
The little monster followed the fox's footsteps. Wherever the fox goes, he follows, because he thinks it's fun for the fox to crawl.
As a result, the fox tried to steal the mother duck's newborn baby when she was not at home. Of course, the little monster didn't let the fox succeed. However, he also had to take care of these troublesome ducklings all day until their mother came back.
The fifth day was a bit boring.
The little monster followed the footsteps of a cloud. Wherever the cloud goes, he goes. But those clouds don't seem to know where they should go. They walked a few steps east, a few steps west and kept spinning. However, in the evening, Yun seems to have made up his mind suddenly. It turns into raindrops and falls, all of which are poured in.
The head of the little monster.
On the sixth day, the little monster felt a little special. So he decided to follow his heart.
So he closed his eyes and walked forward. Because he is a little monster, of course he didn't wrestle.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in front of his house. Mother cooked a delicious dinner.
"I'm glad I'm back, but maybe I'll run away later." He wolfed down his meal and said to his mother.
Mother monster smiled and said nothing. She put a big piece of pudding on his plate.
Children's Short Fairy Tales Part III: Sunshine Scarf
In a small town, there lived an amiable old woman.
Grandma's hands are very dexterous, and she often knits some beautiful gloves or sweaters for the children nearby. Simple patterns are not particularly beautiful, but they are extremely warm. Wear it on your body when you go out in winter, just like a clothes-shaped heater, which will warm your heart.
However, after knitting such lovely clothes, grandma never accepts money paid to her. She always smiles and replies, "Don't be so polite. I have nothing to do at home alone, and I can help you knit some clothes, which is also a reward for your usual care. "
So one early winter night, some rare guests came to grandma's house.
At that time, grandma was wearing reading glasses and sitting in a rocking chair knitting a sweater, and the door of the house "slammed".
"Come, come." Grandma answered, put down her work and opened the door.
Three little foxes are standing outside the door. When they saw the old woman open the door, they all said, "You must be the kind old woman. We are foxes living in nearby mountains, and we want you to help us knit warm scarves. "
"Yes, yes." Grandma's eyes narrowed with joy. "Then come in first."
The three little guys nodded, and then went into the old woman's house one by one.
The old woman brought three cups of steaming tea and three small chairs to the foxes, sat in the rocking chair by herself and asked cautiously, "What kind of scarf do you want?"
The foxes all replied, "We want that long and particularly warm scarf." The fox took a sip of tea and continued, "We brought the wool ourselves."
"Take it out and have a look." Grandma asked curiously, what wool do animals in the mountains use to weave clothes?
Three little foxes took out a ball of golden wool from their pockets.
"Is it the color of sunshine?" Grandma asked in surprise.
"hmm." The fox replied, "We like the color of sunshine best. Wearing such a scarf will definitely warm up soon. "
Grandma reached for a golden fleece and looked at it carefully. It looks like the real sun is jumping in her palm. The golden light is soft, and the inexplicable warmth spreads from the fingertips to the heart.
"What a magical color." Grandma can't help admiring.
"It's real sunshine." A little fox said.
The other two foxes quickly agreed: "In cloudy weather, my mother fished out the sunshine that fell in the pond and dried it in the moonlight. This is a very thin line. "
"I see." Grandma nodded seriously. "Rest assured, I'll knit the scarf. Come and get it next week. "
As if relieved, the three little foxes suddenly burst into smiles: "Thank you, Grandma."
A week later, three little foxes knocked on grandma's door as promised.
"It's really you." Grandma opened the door and said with a smile, "The scarf has been knitted. Come and have a look. "
Three sunshine scarves were neatly folded by grandma and put on the table.
Three little foxes couldn't wait to take off their scarves and surround them. Long scarves almost covered their little heads.
Children's Short Fairy Tales Part IV: Figs and Dead Butterflies
It's going to rain, and a dead butterfly flies around, desperately looking for shelter from the rain.
At this time, the fig tree stretched out thick leaves, blocking the sand blowing on the wings of the dead butterfly. The dead-leaf butterfly suddenly felt at ease, stood on the fig and waved its wings, saying sweetly, "Thank you!" " "
Fig said softly, "Nothing. You are welcome to come at any time, my friend. "
The butterfly with dead leaves stroked the fruit of fig, and my heart suddenly warmed up.
In the future, dead-leaf butterflies will fly to figs every day. Sometimes I will come and suck some fresh dew, sometimes I will lie on the fig tree and bask in the sun, and more often I will whisper to the fig tree: about the busy life of the neighboring ants under the tree, about the interesting things about butterflies flying, about the wonderful world outside the forest ... The fig tree will always listen with relish, and I will always fantasize that I have a pair of beautiful wings and fly freely in the vast sky ... What a happy thing it will be!
One day, the dead-leaf butterfly wiped her tears on the fig. She told the fig that she would go to a warm place for the winter, otherwise the cold winter would come and she would not exist.
Fig sighed lightly and said, "Go ahead, my friend. I hope we can meet again next spring."
The dead-leaf butterfly said, "Well, maybe … I can wait a few more days."
The cold north wind blows, and the leaves of the fig tree gradually fall into the soil. The dead-leaf butterfly hid in the fig, and her wings trembled in the cold wind. Fig's heart tightened and said, "fly away, I will always remember you!" " "
The dead butterfly shrugged and said with a smile, "Well, just wait a few days ..."
The north wind is getting stronger and stronger, the sky is filled with dense fog, and it seems that a thick layer of frost has condensed in the air. The leaves of fig trees are scattered, and the fruits of figs fall off one by one. Finally, there was only one fig left, and his water had almost evaporated, and the shriveled skin wrinkled more and more, but he still firmly grasped the branch and let the dead-leaf butterfly lie firmly on him.
The fig said, "Do you know? The first time I saw you, I had no idea you were a butterfly. I thought it was just a dead leaf that fell on me occasionally. "
The dead-leaf butterfly said, "Do you know? The first time I saw you, I didn't know you were a legendary fig. I thought you were just a green fruit. "
Fig blinked and said, "Your dance is great, your flying posture is beautiful, and I like everything about you!" " "
The butterfly shook its tentacles and said, "Your arms are the warmest, your juice is the sweetest, and I like everything about you!" " "
The cold wind roared, one after another. They are still talking happily, but their voices are getting lighter and smaller. ...
Finally, the fig fell from the sky feebly, and the dead butterfly still clung to him. They clung to Mother Earth's arm.
The next spring, a small sapling grew next to the fig tree. The saplings grow bigger and bigger in the sun, and grow taller and taller. Strangely, every leaf has a dead leaf-like pattern, which is beautiful, beautiful.