? Self-identity, being yourself, material and spiritual, life value.
After a busy life, remember to choose Poetry and Sunshine to nourish our hearts.
What you want to do can be different from your friends; Be sure of yourself and be yourself. Afo can do this because he is loved, tolerated, appreciated, confident and rich.
Leo Lionni/Twain Ajia/Translated/Nanhai Publishing Company/Love Tree Children's Book
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When the voles were busy collecting food for the winter, Ah Fu sat alone and told everyone that he was working and just collecting other things. Winter is long and cold, and slowly, the food is eaten up by everyone. At this time, Afo took out those things he "collected" ...
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From the Buddha's point of view, it makes people think about the sunshine, colors and words that are indispensable in life. Four little voles should also be respected, because their tolerance and acceptance allow maverick Afu to do what he wants calmly.
What a thoughtful Afo! Have we forgotten "Poetry and Sunshine" in our busy life?
What a warm story! Finally, Alfred the vole was not hungry. Five little voles are happily eating the collected food. Ah Fu showed them his collection of sunshine, colors and words. In Afu's language description, they felt the warmth of sunshine, the embellishment of colors in the dreary winter, and the spiritual comfort brought by beautiful words. Four little voles applauded Ah Fu: "Ah Fu, you are a poet!" " " .
The poet Afo seems to be in a daze, but he is not idle. He strives to bring spiritual wealth and artistic enjoyment to everyone in his own field.
The Buddha can do this because the four little voles are hardworking, kind and tolerant. They didn't ask Afo to collect them, but when winter came, they shared them. When Afo shared his poems and sunshine, he did not ridicule "Can these be eaten as food?" On the contrary, he sincerely recognized and praised them. Afo is a happy child surrounded by love, a confident child.
Afo and four little voles are excellent. When we are busy with life, we will occasionally look up at poetry and sunshine to nourish our hearts. If we are four voles, please be more tolerant and appreciative.
Buddha is also like our children. In the process of raising children, we will pay more attention to their "winter food". Have we paid attention to it and reserved spiritual food for our children? Let children have a rich heart, and let their old age life have "poetry" and "sunshine". We should love, tolerate and appreciate our children like four little voles, and let them be themselves with confidence.
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There is a meadow here, where cows used to graze and horses walked. Along the edge of the grass, stands an ancient stone wall.
Inside the stone wall, not far from the barn and the barn, there lived a group of frolicking voles. ?
But now the farmers have moved away, and the barn is deserted and empty. Seeing that winter was not far away, the voles began to collect corn, nuts, wheat and straw. They are busy from morning till night-except for one person, Ah Fu.
"Buddha, why don't you work?" They asked.
"I'm working." Afo said, "I'm collecting sunlight because it's cold and dark in winter."
They saw Ah Fu sometimes sitting there, staring at the grass.
They said, "What about now, Ah Fu?"
"I'm collecting colors," Afo replied simply, "because winter is gray."
On another occasion, Ah Fu seemed to be asleep. "Are you dreaming, Alfred?" They asked him a little reproachfully.
But Ah Fu said, "Oh, no". I am collecting words, because there are many long days in winter, and we will finish sentences. "
Winter is coming. When the first snow fell, five little voles hid in their hiding place in the stone wall.
At first, there was a lot of food, and the little voles told the story of the stupid fox and the stupid cat together. They are a happy family.
But they ate almost all the nuts and berries bit by bit, the straw disappeared and the corn became a memory. It's cold in the stone wall, and no one wants to chat.
At this time, they remembered the sunshine, color and words that Afo said.
"Hey, Ah Fu, where are your things?" They asked.
? "Close your eyes," Afo said as he climbed a big stone. "Now, I bring you sunshine. Do you feel it? Its golden light ... "Just when Alfred talked about the sun, the four little voles began to feel warm. Is that Buddha's voice? Does it have magic?
"Buddha, what about the color?" They asked thoughtfully. "Close your eyes again," Afo said. So he told them about the blue periwinkle, the red poppy growing in the yellow wheat field, and the green leaves in the strawberry. Afo said, and they can see the colors clearly, as if they were painted in their heads.
"Have something to say, Buddha?" Ah Fu cleared his throat and waited for a while. Then, just like standing on the stage, he said:
"Who scattered snowflakes in the sky? Who melted the ice on the ground? ?
? Who will make the weather better? Who will make the weather worse? ?
Who let the four-leaf clover grow in June? ?
Who put out the sunshine? Who lit the moon again? ?
? It's four little voles. They all live in the sky.
It's four little voles … just like you and me. ?
One is Koharu mouse, turning on the rain shower.
The mouse here in summer likes to draw on flowers. ?
Little autumn mouse comes with wheat and walnuts. ?
The winter mouse finally came ... stamping with cold. ?
? Think about how lucky you are that all the seasons are just right. ?
A lot ... a lot! "
? Alfred said, and they applauded together. "Well, Ah Fu," they said, "you are a poet. What a surprise! "
Ah Fu blushed, bowed and said shyly, "Yes, I know."