Everything is fine in Yanjiao Town except for too many people. Mosquitoes in the street complain about traffic jams every day. To buy an apple across the street, you need to take a hot air balloon to avoid the crowd. People who occupy the world, you know, are such serious animals. They formed a miserable street, a miserable school, a miserable night, a miserable bank, a miserable cafe and a miserable playground.
If everyone becomes a square character on the mahjong board, with a straight face, it will be bad after all, won't it? Therefore, children will say: I don't want such a boring life.
Actually, everyone can get rid of boredom and become more interesting.
In the northeast of the town-Beiwu village in the suburbs-you can find wonderful scenery.
The sun is burning. Beiwu Village lies quietly on the horizon. This is a taoyuan world without bourgeois flavor, and unknown stories grow everywhere. On the grass, several marigolds are whispering and commenting on what happened in the village. At the top of marigold, there is a poplar tree. An owl curled up in its nest and dozed off. Suddenly, he heard a whisper coming from a low-lying place, and he curled his mouth disdainfully.
"I said, neighbors, can you shut up and let me stop for a few minutes?"
Marigold collectively looked up at the heights and murmured in a low voice, "You guy who has never seen the world! Probably, you haven't seen anything more interesting except the gray fur coat of the mouse. "
The owl sneered and responded to this ridicule with a harsh voice passed down from generation to generation: "Nonsense, don't talk to me. In those days, when I first visited this village, you were still a little Xin Wei, understand? From your grandparents, I am an eagle, the eagle of the king of the sky. " I don't know why, every time I say the word "eagle", the owl can't help laughing.
Obviously, he is satisfied with the illusion of boasting.
The heat wave swept across the fields.
Only cicadas are still broadcasting the news.
A gust of wind blew and everyone fell asleep.
It's time for a nap, and the grass slowly quietens down.
Ten meters away, it is a pea field that is about to mature.
The tallest pea seedling suddenly burst out with a bean.
Just when the pea mother was surprised and lamented, the little pea flew into the sky like a bullet. The newborn bean is a silly boy, who broke the unique peace of the village at birth. I saw him leave the pod, cross a circular arc and fly straight to the owl among the green leaves. Fair, accurate and ingenious, our pea shooter landed in the owl's nest with a bang. What's even more frightening is that his little green head "cracked" into the owl's big head and knocked the owl into a fog. As for himself, he was unscathed, but returned to the ground by elasticity.
The foothold of the small pea is a loess road. There are a group of ants on the road who have been paying attention to this matter. When they saw the peas fall to the ground, they immediately rushed to the ground, wrapped them around their waist and lifted them onto a stretcher sewn with thirty-three buckwheat shells. Suddenly, the stretcher disappeared at the end of the road.
"Bold, bold, greatly ... bold! who is it? Hum, you son of a bitch, God Sang Man, dung beetles Head, and an ugly man who steals and bites people. How dare you come out? Dare to come out? " The awakened owl flew into a rage, swore and circled around the pea.
A wild jujube tree on the roadside said slowly, "Young man, calm down and say less.". It's noon, so don't make so much noise. Besides, I'm telling you, it was the newborn pea shooter who hit you on the head, not others. People who have been hit by peas must rest for a whole day to recover. If you continue to make trouble like this until the wound is inflamed and a hole is rotten, don't blame me for not reminding you. "
Hearing that there might be a hole in his forehead, the owl dared not run around any more and flew back to lie down. You say, old jujube this recruit is good enough?
It's noisy there and it's not peaceful here.
"What do you do? Put me down quickly! " Cried the little pea on the stretcher.
However, he couldn't make a sound. Don't forget, he was just born. Pea shooter smiled at himself and secretly said, my birthday present, is this a free trip?
? He didn't say it, but that doesn't mean the ants can't hear it. The tiny movement of ants' antennae can monitor what's on your mind. One of the ants, the leader, smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, little pea. We invite you as a guest. Don't talk or move. "
In the blink of an eye, the little pea came to the ant kingdom and will live an amazing life.
There are many beautiful corners in the world that we humans can never imagine. You think plants can't talk, but they're not. In some cases, communication between plants is very strange. It seems wrong that you think spiders, ants and fireflies are unconscious. Yes, they avoid humans and live in quiet corners, branches, caves and canals. However, whenever it gets cold, they can't help shivering like people and say, "God, why is it so cold?"
If you insult little people, they will be sad. If you can receive them gently and care for them like a friend, then obviously, you will win the most sincere love of these small and humble companions. It is said that some mysterious miracles in the world are often related to good people.
At the moment, the pea shooter is lying in the dark ant hole, and he is particularly scared.
He is too young to understand what happened on this day.
After a long time, the door of the room slowly opened. Two strong black ants with bare left arms and breasts came over and invited him to sit in the VIP chair that was carried to meet the king.
These are two Hercules in the ant kingdom.
"Oh, I forgot, you can't see anything yet." The ant Hercules said to himself. They discussed it, then reached out their dexterous claws, picked up the peas and put them in the VIP chair woven with reed skin.
Two Hercules, one left and one right, raised their chairs and walked towards the king's living room.
The pea clung to the back of the chair to prevent it from falling.
The journey was so bumpy that his little heart ached slightly.
Up many levels, down many levels.
I vaguely heard some voices, but I don't know who was talking.
In the middle, his neck was cut by the branches of an old tree.
The buzzing sound of the old tree penetrated the pea shell and reached the heart: "Hey, look, we have another partner." In the dark, there are some small voices, talking curiously.
"It's a little fat man, hee hee!"
"Look, I'm full."
There seems to be no malice here. Little pea doesn't seem to be afraid. He thought, "Oh, thank goodness. Perhaps, the king of the ant kingdom really doesn't like boiled peas ... "
I don't know how long it took. The chair stopped suddenly and fell to the ground.
Pea shooter is eager to see where this is and what the king looks like.
He tried to open his eyes, but it was dark in his pupils.
He understood, so he thought a lot sadly: alas, poor pea, you are no different from other peas, and you can't see at any time. The legendary miracle, all the stories told by marigolds and owls in the field, and the beautiful life that human beings talk about when farming, fertilizing and watering pea fields have nothing to do with you. Poetry read by children in picturesque fields, Cowherd and Weaver Girl told by the old cow to the calf, the legend of Tianhe, the dialogue between car horns and tractors, moving songs played on the radio, the game of plants versus zombies played by a little girl sitting next to you, and the pea shooter who fought bravely in the game ... Ah, maybe these are all hallucinations when you were nursing in your mother's arms?
The ant king spoke.
Strangely, the little pea can hear what the king said very clearly:
"My friend, are you okay? Did my subjects and guards scare you? "
The bean shooter wants to answer the questions that the king should answer. But he can't. To tell the truth, as long as God gives him a chance to speak, the pea shooter can give a king the most elegant and appropriate answer that a gentleman can give, just like any gentleman. Long before he was born, he traveled around the world with his imagination and practiced the expression and tone of dialogue with people countless times.
"I don't think owls will ever learn elegance."
"I hate those rude owls."
"However, you are a pea. Doudou can't talk. "
The thought of this dead rule makes the pea shooter feel uncomfortable.
An ant in a white robe, the king's physician, stood up, nodded to the king, and then asked the guard to bring a thatched ladder. He climbed the ladder, stood at the height of the little pea head, and asked his assistant to hand him the tools for practicing medicine.
He wants to use a silver sewing needle to acupuncture the little pea.
The silver needle pricked into the eye socket, and the pea opened its pupil.
The silver needle plunged into the manhole under the bridge of the nose, and the little pea opened its mouth.
Make an ear hole for him to listen to.
Tie a crown to make him think and breathe.
Stick his hands, feet and limbs and let him jump and move freely.
Magical doctor. Wonderful career.
He must be the legendary TCM doctor, right?
Little pea is now a "pea man", a small, round and lively pea man. He took the doctor's hand and shouted happily, "Dad, Dad, you are so kind!" " "
The doctor shook his head and said kindly, "Wrong, wrong, I'm not your father. There is no your father here. Come and thank our king, who connects our ant tribe with the lives of other races. Oh, you have to salute like this, like this, yes, that's it ... "
Little pea learns so fast.
Before the doctor finished, the little pea jumped on the throne, touched his chest and bowed politely to the king: "Thank you, king, it's very kind of you."
The king smiled and said, "Don't thank me. If you want to thank, thank this wonderful world. " Little pea asked curiously, "World, what is that?" Is it green or red? Is it round or square? Can you fly with wings, or can you jump like me? "
The king and his courtiers were amused and laughed their heads off.
The musicians in the palace played cheerful dance music.
This is the spinach March that no one can resist.
Everyone danced hand in hand to celebrate the arrival of the little pea. "Ah, a beautiful life, a beautiful life, a beautiful life." Everyone sang and danced, immersed in the joyful atmosphere before the dinner.