A. A 400-word essay on "Being with Little Red Riding Hood"
Good words in the fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood" are cute, well-behaved, thin-skinned and tender, laughing***, crying, showing teeth and dancing, trembling all over, hurrying, rushing, white *** Tender blood red, screaming loudly, snoring loudly, sleeping loudly, talking to himself, dancing back and forth, and reading good sentences and paragraphs from the fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood". Once upon a time there was a lovely little girl. Everyone liked her, but she liked it the most. Hers is her grandma, who literally gives her whatever she wants. The little girl is very cute and well-behaved. Everyone likes her. Especially her grandmother, who loves her the most. The little girl wore a cloak and a one-piece hat and ran outside to play happily. Everyone saw the little girl's red hat and praised the little girl's beautiful red hat. She wore it all day long and was reluctant to take it off. People in the village called her "Little Red Riding Hood". Little Red Riding Hood saw a patch of wild flowers on the roadside, which were blooming fragrantly and beautifully. "Wow! What beautiful flowers. Pick some and give them to grandma. She will be very happy." Little Red Riding Hood squatted down and picked flowers happily. Little Red Riding Hood raised her head and saw the sunlight dancing back and forth among the trees and the beautiful flowers blooming all around. She thought: "Maybe I should pick a handful of flowers for grandma to make her happy. It's still early, so I won't go. Too late." Then she left the road and went into the woods to pick flowers. Every time she picked a flower, she always felt that there were more beautiful flowers ahead, so she walked forward again, and ended up walking deep into the forest. The big bad wolf rushed out... towards Little Red Riding Hood, and suddenly... "Ouch -", it turned out that it happened to step on a bear trap in the grass, and it screamed in pain. The big bad wolf quickly covered his face tightly with the quilt, leaving only his two big eyes and big ears exposed. He replied: "My ears are big so I can hear clearly what you are saying!!" "But your eyes have also become so big!" "This is how I can see your face clearly." "But... you "My mouth has become so big!" "My mouth is so big that I can eat you in one bite!" She wanted to shout for help, but she couldn't make a sound and couldn't run away. She was quickly killed by Ohno. The wolf caught it. The big bad wolf held his big belly in his hands, lay down on the bed, and immediately fell asleep, and he fell asleep very deeply, snoring so loudly that the entire forest could hear it. The three of them spent a happy time together, eating snacks and drinks brought by Little Red Riding Hood.
B. A 200-word essay on my story with books
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My story with books
Author: Jiang Wei 2008
Gorky has a famous saying: Books are the ladder of human progress. Indeed, books occupy an important position on the road of life.
When I was very young, I loved listening to others read. Every time before I went to bed, I would listen to my mother read a few stories before I would fall asleep. If I listened a lot, I could also hold a book in my hand and give it to her. My family read many stories verbatim, but in fact I didn’t even know a few words at that time. When I grew up a little and knew some methods of reading, I would often hold a pen in one hand, a dictionary in the other, and the book between my legs. Once I read it, I couldn't put it down. At that time, although I already knew that reading can enrich people's minds and learn many new things, my understanding of books was only that. When I entered elementary school, as I read classics one after another, and heard teachers praising books again and again, I discovered that books occupy an indispensable position in our lives, and this thought of mine It has also been verified in daily life.
When I was in third grade, my moral teacher once wanted to hold a large debate to discuss whether group activities were beneficial or not. There was a lot of homework that night, and it was already very late when I finished it. My parents happened to be away. I was so anxious that I circled around the desk like an ant on a hot pot. Suddenly, my eyes lit up—book! I found a book about debate. The book contains content on this theme. I was very happy and completed the task quickly.
Another time, the book helped me a lot. The teacher asked us to find some idiom stories. I took out the idiom story book in time, memorized a few stories from it, and returned it the next day. I was praised a lot by my homeroom teacher!
I also did something very bad for books. When I was a child, I was still ignorant. Once, I was reading a famous book, but I couldn’t read most of the sentences in it. I understood, so I was so anxious that I crossed out those sentences with a pen, and I kept crossing them out for five or six pages before I stopped. Thinking about it now, I regret it.
Unknowingly, books have been with me for nearly ten years, no, it should be longer, because my mother said that when I was in her belly, she had been reading stories to me every day. My relationship with books is getting closer and closer. My gifts have changed from cute toys to books. Now my biggest hobby is reading and collecting all kinds of good books. Let us all be people who love reading!
My story with books
Sun Yaqi
I am a complete little book fan, science fiction Books, fairy tale books, history books, detective books... I read all kinds of books, and I read them all the time. I live in a family full of books: my father loves to read. Ever since I was sensible, my father has told me a story before going to bed every day, and he still tells me a story until now. My mother also loves to read. When she was knitting, she would open a book and take a look and she would be fascinated by it. She would tie several threads wrongly.
In such a scholarly family, a little book lover was born - me! The following is my story with books.
Shot 1 - Under the Bed
"In the dead of night, a dark shadow flashed out of the jungle, jumping up and down..."
"Who is it? ? It’s 12 o’clock, and you’re still mumbling such horrible sentences? "
Hey, it’s me, who told my mother not to let me read this "Daewoo" book during the day? I had to wait for my mother to fall asleep and watch under the quilt with a flashlight. How annoying! What’s wrong with reading? No, I had to "squeeze" time to read a book, so——
Scene 2——In the toilet
"Daddy, Daddy?" Oh? Hahaha, my "daddy" fell asleep and couldn't hear me anymore, so I picked up a copy of "The Golden Book of Composition" and ran into the toilet to squat, reading with relish... I read N times like this When I was little, my "daddy" woke up and said, "Who is it? It's so late and you're still not sleeping!" After that, another meal of "fried pork with bamboo shoots" is indispensable...
Scene 3 - On the way to school
"Please! Just lend it to me! Just for one day!" I pestered Li Zejian persistently, and he finally agreed to lend me "The Complete Collection of Compositions". I took the book and walked and read it. There were so many interesting and exciting plots in it that I was stunned one after another. "Dang!", where was I? Why are there so many little stars in front of me during the day? Twinkling and twinkling, the sky was filled with little stars... It turned out that I was so fascinated that I bumped into a tree. "Hey, my life is over!"
Shot 4 - The "secret" of the hole in the table
With a "swish" sound, the chalk head hit my head without any deviation. On the forehead. Wow, this foreign teacher was definitely a professional slingshot player before! Do I know why he shot me? It was definitely because I was reading extracurricular books in class! I couldn't stand the temptation of books, so I thought I would just read a little bit, so I read quietly in the hole in the table. As a result, the teacher discovered it. well! My book! My beloved book!
This is the story of my "remitting efforts" to study. Reading is a good thing, and it cannot be read regardless of time, occasion, or content. Choosing healthy books to read at the appropriate time is the most beneficial to the body and mind.
So, I want to be a smart little book lover
Books, what a simple and ordinary eye! However, it occupies a very high position in my mind. In the long river of my memory, there are always "book stories" rippling in my mind. I have an indissoluble bond with books. Every time I pick up a book with a book cover, I can't help but think of it. Remembering the past...
How important books are to me! If I decide that life ranks first, then books must be second only to life. I have cried and been sad for books. That may be my attachment to books. Whenever I see a book "retired", I feel extremely sad, which is like taking half of my flesh away. I carefully hid the book in the bookcase. I couldn't bear to dig out my own flesh.
Not only that, but I also "sold my life" for books? It's hard to believe it, but it's definitely not a lie, but the truth from the bottom of my heart. When I was in the second grade of elementary school, my brother studied a book for me and I liked it very much. But since I'm not knowledgeable enough, it seems very laborious - I always have to look it up in a dictionary. One day, I was sitting on the shore of a very shallow pond. The sunset was infinitely beautiful, but I had no intention of admiring it. I still held the book in my hands and read it. But when I looked up the dictionary carefully, the cherished book was right next to me. Inadvertently, it "sneaked away" and fell into the pool with a "pop" sound. For a moment, I was like an animal that had lost its soul. I plunged my head into the pool and tried to rescue the textbook that had fallen into the water. I touched the book, but the regrettable thing happened again. I Unfair swimming! My body is not very tall, so it is difficult for me to reach the ground. I hugged the book and struggled in the pool. Maybe it was God's will. Brother appeared at this moment and I was saved. However, when I returned home, I was beaten and scolded again. I cried, my eyes filled with infinite pain and sorrow, but it was not because of the beating, but because of the misfortune of the book. The book was soaked to pieces. When I opened it, I saw the turbidity... I cried again. Maybe you'll laugh at my behavior, but if you and I feel the same way, I'm afraid you can't help it either.
Books, my lifelong dream is to own books all over the world. I even dream about it, but maybe this is an unattainable wish. However, I do not feel despair, because in every spring, summer, autumn and winter, it is books that cultivate my sentiments and accompany me in my growth and life. Therefore, I am extremely happy. But a word of warning: those are all healthy, meaningful books!
My story with books
From the first time I saw her, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart: "She is destined for me." In the days to come. , I tried every possible means to get close to her, trying to understand her. After a short time, I gradually realized that I had fallen deeply in love with her. Maybe I was tired of the bitter and tasteless ABC, or maybe I wanted to escape the suffocating x+y, so I asked her out again and again, walking from her fragrant title page to a strange and fresh world.
Not for "the book has its own golden house", not for "the book has its own beauty like jade", not for utilitarianism, not for grades, not for diplomas, not for academic qualifications, just for the desire in the heart, just for the joy in the heart. A "green space" for people. Her knowledge is so vast, her words are so philosophical; her eyes are so warm, as if they can melt all the frozen hearts in the world, and her hands are so gentle, as if they can heal the world. All the wounds... When I was in pain and confusion due to failure, she always said to me: "The real light is not that there is never a dark time, it is just that it is never covered by darkness; the real hero is not that there is never humility. Your sentiments are just not swayed by despicable sentiments; when you want to defeat external enemies, you must first defeat your inner enemies. You don’t have to be afraid of sinking and falling, as long as you continue to extricate yourself and renew yourself.” When she was dancing with success, she always said to me: "There is heaven, there are people outside, and there is a strong one among the strong. A real strong person must not only withstand the test of failure, but also withstand the sugar-coated bombs after success. When you are immersed in the sweetness of happiness and enjoy the flowers and the moon, you are afraid that others have reached the peak." When I couldn't extricate myself due to "slight confusion", she always said to me: "A person's life. You will meet many people, some are shooting stars, some are stars. A shooting star is beautiful, but it is a shooting star after all. The meaning of a shooting star is that it is fleeting, and the beauty of a shooting star only comes from the moment. After all, a shooting star is a shooting star. For a long time, I can only wait for the star that belongs to me, and hold on to the beauty of this moment. The pain can only be for myself." When I was timid and hesitated to move forward, she would send this poem: "Confidence in life for two hundred years. , It will be like water hitting three thousand miles"; "There will be strong winds and waves, and I will hang my cloud sails directly across the sea"; "I will smile to the sky from my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact"... Yes! This is her. No matter it is the impetuous heat wave outside the shade of the trees, or the biting cold wind raging outside the window, as long as you are with her, she will create a coolness in the heat wave and provide a sense of comfort in the severe cold. warmth. She is the book, and this is the story between me and the book.
My story with books
Looking back now, the first book I was destined to meet has begun to become blurry and faded. Although I have passed through countless books in the past few years, they never have the charm of "Three Hundred and Sixty Nights" from my childhood.
Previous chapter with "Books"
First grade - only two tattered, shapeless, unknown books for company;
Second grade - Various small picture books and "Contemporary Primary School Students";
Third grade - I finished reading "The Furies" for the first time, which I thought was a novel, and I admired the heroine Bai Ma Onmu so much.
Fourth grade - read several issues of "Story Club", a set of "900 Tang Poems", and "Journey to the West", "Journey to the East" and "Journey to the North".
Fifth grade - 16 volumes of "Doraemon", 3 volumes of "Dragon Ball" and "The Rose of Versailles" as well as "Jane Eyre" and "Muslim Funeral".
During the summer vacation of fifth grade - I re-read the books I had read in the past. I have read many issues of "Talking about the Past and the Present", "Biographies of Ten Generals", "The Case of Liu Gong" and "Bai Yutang" from my father's bookshelf. This summer vacation, I read a lot of books because I read very quickly. Another thing is that I have a strong affinity for reading. As long as I have a book in hand, I will read it in one day.
Me and the "Book" Part 2
I am in junior high school, and I have heard many horrific incidents from my sister. (Note: It’s about going to junior high school) I was ready to say goodbye to the book. But after I entered junior high school, I felt very ordinary. Except for the evening self-study, it was no different from elementary school. And the evening self-study was also self-study. I had a lot of time to borrow things from the teacher and the school library, which greatly enriched my brain. space. Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea", Lu Yao's "The Ordinary World", Maupassant's "One Day", Zola's "Little Hotel", and a whole series of "Self-Drawing Youth", every time I read one, I feel my own ignorance. This and "ignorance" made me drown deeply in the sea of ??books and never think about it.
Part 2 of "Books" and Me
I am in the third grade of junior high school. Although my homework is very tight, I also seize the time to read, exchange books with classmates, and buy my own books. My sister's bookstore ( Note: Because my elder sister is very fond of books, she calls her "book collection" "Sister's Bookstore" to borrow.
Finally, I have a holiday, so prepare to be in a good mood and go to the library. It seems that it is a good thing to choose a few favorite books!
My story with books
Shakespeare once said: "Books are human nutrition." I I feel that this metaphor is particularly relevant to my own growth process.
From the comic strips in my childhood to the current magazines such as "Middle School Student Reading and Writing" and "Book Excerpts" that combine knowledge and fun. , I have absorbed a lot of nutrients.
When I first learned about writing, I couldn't help but be attracted by the rich imagination. Over time, I sometimes became a dreamer. I can't help but stare in the mirror in a daze, sketching what I looked like when I grew up and what I will do in the future.
When I started composing, I turned my attention to literary works. From "Little Red Riding Hood" to "A Dream of Red Mansions" over and over again, I tried to combine my imagination with the beautiful words and sentences in these works to describe my own composition world. As a result, in my writings there are cute girls like Little Red Riding Hood, delicate and lovely people like Lin Daiyu, quirky elves, and omnipotent alien visitors. Therefore, teachers often read my compositions as model essays, especially those good sentences that are very detailed. As everyone knows, that is the result of my careful reference.
As I get older, my interest in writing grows. Especially when my article was put into print for the first time, I was even more ecstatic, and I sincerely thanked the composition forum that gave me confidence and encouragement - "Middle School Students Reading and Writing". Through it, I learned a lot of writing skills, and better learned how to choose words and make sentences; through it, I also understood that it is not enough to just learn from other people’s writings. If you want to have more connotations, you need to look further. Some. So, I started to read some books that were informative, interesting, and current affairs, such as "Book Excerpts", "Youth Expo", "The Golden Age", "Friends", etc. Through them, I learned more about the world and politics. More importantly, they made me understand the skills I should have if I want to be the master of the next century. So, under their guidance, I had my own struggle and my own independent opinions.
The book has accompanied me for 14 years. It is like a jumping musical note and a colorful picture page. It is the longevity fruit of human civilization. It led me, who was ignorant, into the door of knowledge, and accompanied me from beginning to end to climb the peak of knowledge. It allowed me to see all areas of society and purified my mind. It gave me the wings of imagination and a goal to strive for. The story between me and it will never come to an end, and will only become richer and richer as I grow up...
My first book, I can no longer find it now, When I recall it, the impression is not very deep. It is like a luminous pearl in the deep sea. Although it is precious, its light is just a little bit fuzzy and not very eye-catching. But it once truly existed without any adulteration. To me, It has extraordinary significance.
I feel a little tired when I recall it. It has been so long that I almost forgot about it. The clues and pictures I tried to recall were as if they were covered with a layer of fine sand, not very clear. I vaguely remembered that there were cats, dogs, monkeys, and an elephant painted on them. The rest was really Can't remember. What impressed me deeply was that my mother often read the stories to me while I was lying in bed. To this day, I still clearly remember my mother sitting by the bedside, reading emotionally and vividly, and I also kept my eyes open as hard as I could. I'm afraid that if I fall asleep, I will miss some exciting part. At that time, when I was young, I knew little about the stories my mother read, but I was sincerely curious about the book. I especially wanted to know how there were so many stories hidden in this thin book, and there were naughty and cute characters in each story. Children and those naughty and clever animals.
Whenever I am alone at home, I can’t help but touch the book. I feel that it is as good-behaved as a good child, not running around or making mischief, so I never forget it. Do not use it as an object of destruction. If someone at home is reading a book, I will open it and pretend to read it. Sometimes I don't even know I have taken it down.
My biggest wish at that time was to be able to hold that book and tell stories to my parents, as beautiful and beautiful as the stories my mother told me.
Later, I learned to read and read stories by myself. I really hoped to read more books. My parents also supported my idea. I studied hard and did my homework seriously. Gradually, the number of words I knew increased from few to more, and the books I read also increased from thin to thick. Out of curiosity, I began to tentatively read some selected essays, and slowly discovered that the essays were actually very interesting. Each essay left me with a feeling that I still had more to say. Composition selections completely replaced storybooks, but this could not satisfy me, so I began to read some famous works. In those colorful words, I feel that the book is really a wonderful world, full of colors, joys and sorrows. Later, I began to read some literary masterpieces, first in abbreviated versions, and then in the original works, reading the profound thoughts of ancient literati and the wonderful writing styles of today's famous writers. I have more and more books day by day, and my life has become inseparable from books. Books have completely integrated into my life.
My bookcase is now full of books. They stand there quietly, waiting for me to read them one by one. But what I cannot forget the most is my first book. It is the starting point of my reading journey and the guide on my reading journey. Thank you for my first book!
Books and I.
Books are brothers, this sentence sounds a bit quaint.
The ancients found Yan Ruyu in the book and found the golden house. And in my opinion, a book is a book. Just like a ship's anchor, it already holds no weight between ups and downs, and there is no need to add any modifications.
When reading is not for gaining fame and wealth, or for talking endlessly, the book and I will have a simple happiness.
Every morning, when I turn off the annoying alarm clock with my hand, the first thing my fingers touch is a row of bare spines.
That wonderful feeling will put you in a good mood all day long. The unhappiness of being squeezed by them at night has long been dissipated.
I went to a friend's house to play, and I saw that a whole wall of their house was covered with books locked in cabinets, exuding a silver-grey luster. At this time, my hope is that someone should taste and appreciate these books. Don't let these books become lonely classics with no one to cheer for them.
Every one of my own books is a treasure. After buying it, first use a napkin to wipe off the dust on it, and then wrap the book cover. However, I don’t read it right away, but turn page by page. Use your fingers to rub the lines of every handwriting in the book, letting the faint fragrance of ink fill the quiet air.
After finishing the homework and meeting the friends I should meet, I will find a quiet afternoon, sit in the corner of the room, and read quietly. I will enter the world of books, listen to their words, and talk silently with them. At this time, I had real happiness. The hard work of spending money to buy books, the sweat of buying books, everything is no longer important, because it is nothing compared with the joy of reading.
There are always endless stories between me and books...
Books are a treasure house of knowledge. It enables the continuous accumulation and development of human knowledge and culture, and makes ignorant people become knowledgeable. It is also it that constantly enriches my mind and brings infinite joy and hope to my life. When I was very young, like other children, I liked to listen to my mother telling me stories with a storybook. What makes me different from others is that I always listen to each story three or four times before I give up. In kindergarten, the teacher accidentally discovered that I could tell stories, so he took out a storybook and asked me to read it to the children. Just when the teacher was amazed that I could recognize so many words, she suddenly noticed that I had turned the book upside down and was reading there with my eyes wide open. It turns out that I have already "heard" and "recited" these stories since I was a child.
C. The story of Little Red Riding Hood, 300 words
Little Red Riding Hood
Once upon a time, there was a person named Little Red Riding Hood. One day, Little Red Riding Hood’s mother was called Little Red Riding Hood. Little Red Riding Hood went to deliver fruit to grandma. Little Red Riding Hood walked and walked and fell in love with the big bad wolf on the road. The big bad wolf said: You go there, Little Red Riding Hood. Little Red Riding Hood said: I'm going to deliver fruit to grandma! The big bad wolf hurriedly said: "There it is!" Little Red Riding Hood said: "It's over there, not far away." The big bad wolf hurriedly ran to the door of Little Red Riding Hood's grandma's house. The big bad wolf said: "Grandma, I have brought you some fruit. Grandma said : Come in, and then the big bad wolf jumped and ate the grandma. The big bad wolf pretended to be grandma and just waited for Little Red Riding Hood to come. Little Red Riding Hood came! When Little Red Riding Hood saw her grandma, she asked: The big bad wolf said he wanted to eat you! The big bad wolf jumped and ate little red riding hood. A man saw the scissors and cut off the big bad wolf's belly. Little red riding hood and grandma were successful. Then little red riding hood and grandma put stones in the big bad wolf's belly until it was big. In the belly of the gray wolf, the big bad wolf woke up and was crushed to death by stones.
D. A 100-word summary of the fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood
Hello, this is: Once upon a time, there was a little girl who was loved by everyone. She liked to wear a red hat given to her by her grandmother. She wore a velvet hat, so everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day, her mother asked her to deliver food to her grandmother, and told her not to leave the road and walk too far. Little Red Riding Hood met the wolf in the forest. She had never seen a wolf and did not know that wolves were cruel, so she told the wolf the purpose of coming to the forest. After the wolf found out, he tricked Little Red Riding Hood into picking wild flowers, and then went to the cabin in the forest and ate Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother. And pretended to be grandma, and when Little Red Riding Hood came to find her, the wolf ate her in one bite. Later, a hunter rescued Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother from the wolf's belly.
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E. Little Red Riding Hood and the Snowman Essay 200 Subtitles
It was a cold winter, and a snowman stood motionless in the distance. Stand there.
At this time, a beautiful little girl came on the road. I saw that she was wearing a big cotton-padded jacket, with a bright smile on her face, a pair of gem-like eyes, and a red hat on her head. Because she liked this red riding hood very much, everyone called her "Little Red Riding Hood".
Little Red Riding Hood was walking alone on a path in the countryside. On the road, she saw: little bees collecting nectar, and birds chasing and playing... At this time, Little Red Riding Hood thought to herself: What if she picked some colorful flowers for her grandma? , grandma will definitely like it. So, Little Red Riding Hood picked every flower she saw and went deep into the forest. Suddenly I thought of my mother's instructions: Don't go into the forest, otherwise you will get lost in a while. So I walked quickly to my grandma's house.
When they arrived at grandma’s house, Little Red Riding Hood gave her cakes and flowers and asked how she was doing these days. After a while, Little Red Riding Hood looked at the alarm clock and said to her grandmother: "Grandma, I'm going home." Then she walked out of the door.
F. A 400-word essay on childhood comparison between Little Red Riding Hood and I
Thoughts after reading Little Red Riding Hood
A few nights ago, I sat in bed and always didn’t want to sleep, so, I picked up a book to read and play with. The book was not very big, but it was very old. I thought: It is so old, why haven’t I thrown it away yet? I must have forgotten many plots! It doesn’t hurt to take a look! So, I wiped the dust off the book and vaguely saw a few colorful bold characters - Little Red Riding Hood. It turned out that this was the story "Little Red Riding Hood" that I loved to hear my mother tell when I was a child! So, I opened the book and read it.
One day, Little Red Riding Hood went to bring snacks and red wine to her grandmother... and was tricked into the belly by the big bad wolf's sweet words. Grandma also followed her into the belly of the big bad wolf. At this time, a hunter came When he went to Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother's house, he saw the big bad wolf, so the hunter killed the big bad wolf and rescued Little Red Riding Hood and Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother.
After I finished reading the story in a few minutes, I thought to myself: Little Red Riding Hood’s experience this time was really dangerous! If the hunter hadn't rescued Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother in time, what would they have done? Didn't Little Red Riding Hood notice the voice and nails of "grandma"? If the hunter hadn't come to rescue her, the consequences would have been disastrous. It’s unimaginable.
Therefore, we should not be playful or careless, otherwise, those "big bad wolves" will succeed and take advantage of the opportunity to harm us. This is a life aphorism, and everyone should remember it. !
G. The general content of the fairy tale Little Red Riding Hood
Introduction
The little girl has a red velvet hat given by her grandmother, so she is called Little Red Riding Hood. One day she went to deliver something to her grandmother. On the way, she met the big bad wolf and the wolf knew the purpose of her trip. The wolf swallowed the grandmother first, and then swallowed Little Red Riding Hood after Little Red Riding Hood arrived. Thanks to the help of the hunter, the grandmother and Little Red Riding Hood were able to come out of the wolf's belly.
Later, people used Little Red Riding Hood as a metaphor for naive and gullible children.
Little Red Riding Hood is a character in the fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood" by German fairy tale writer Grimm.
"Grimm's Fairy Tales" is a collection of German folk literature collected, organized and processed by the German linguists Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm brothers. "Grimm's Fairy Tales" contains more than 200 stories, most of which are derived from folk oral legends. Among them, "Cinderella", "Snow White", "Little Red Riding Hood", "The Frog Prince" and other fairy tales are relatively famous.
"Grimm's Fairy Tales" is a classic of world fairy tales. Since its publication, it has had a wide influence all over the world. The Brothers Grimm use their rich imagination and beautiful language to tell children magical and romantic fairy tales. In China, Japan and Taiwan, China also have story collections based on "Grimm's Fairy Tales".