"Hello, burdock leaf, I like your green. Can you give me some of your leaves for me to collect? "
"Of course!" Burdock shakes its fat leaves and makes a cheerful sound. The mouse carefully picked a small piece of burdock leaf, as if afraid of hurting burdock. Burdock laughed and trembled, and said, "Oh, it itches to death!" " "
There is a cluster of Chinese rose flowers on the edge of the fence, bright red. The little mouse said to the Chinese rose:
"Can you give me your petals? I like your colors and I want to collect them. "
The Chinese rose said, "Of course! But you have to look after my flowers. In a few days, when my petals start to fall, you can pick them. You can't come too early or too late. If you had come earlier, my flowers would not have fallen. If you come too late, the petals will get sunburned and lose my bright color. "
The little mouse found the most delicate Chinese rose that just bloomed in the morning. The petals are flawless, red as water, as if they could flow down from the petals.
Bees are dancing on the petals. The bee said, "This is my little stage. I know when my dance will end. When my dance ends, you can collect petals. " . I'll tell you. "
The little mouse thanked the bees and the Chinese rose and ran to the river, where pink and lavender daisies bloomed.
Butterflies are flying in the daisies. Butterfly sees the mouse and greets him at once:
"Lovely little mouse, are you here to collect colors? Would you please put my wings with the little daisy? We are good friends and our colors should be together. "
This is a small pink butterfly. She is the same color as a little daisy.
"Do you want me to tear my wings off you?" The little mouse asked carefully, and the idea made him feel terrible.
"Of course not!" The butterfly smiled. "When I die, I will lie quietly on a daisy. Look, aren't my wings almost as white as daisy petals with a hint of purple? " At that time, you wouldn't know which petals were daisies and which wings were butterflies. "
"Will you die? You look so young and beautiful! " The little mouse was surprised.
"Butterflies have a short life span." Butterfly says, but his voice is so happy that he can't hear sadness at all. "Do you know what is the butterfly's past life? It's caterpillars and flowers. Look, my body is like a caterpillar, and my wings are like flowers, right? Caterpillar and flower are good friends. They are always together. Caterpillars travel everywhere and tell flowers everything they see. They often stay together and talk all the time, and no one wants to be apart. Finally, they become butterflies and will never be apart. What about now? Butterflies and flowers become lovely pink and purple together and will not be separated. "
The mouse promised the butterfly that when spring came to an end, he would collect the daisies and butterflies together.
The yellow rose is waving to the little mouse: "Come here, little mouse, come and grab my golden petals and collect them!" " "
The little mouse rushed over, and the petals like rose velvet fell like raindrops and covered the little mouse's claws. The petals fell more and more, and even covered the little mouse with a yellow rose quilt, covering the whole mouse below.
Jin Zhonghua blew his horn on the edge of the ridge: "Come here, little mouse, collect my golden red!" " "
There are many kinds of flowers and grasses in Yuan Ye, and the little mouse has collected many colors. Little mouse's home is full. The room smells of roses, grass and all the colors in Yuan Ye.
When autumn comes, only a dark yellow color remains on the Yuan Ye. But autumn is the harvest season in Yuan Ye. When all kinds of seeds are ripe, the fruit falls from the tree and cracks on the ground, revealing delicious nuts. The mice were intoxicated in the Yuan Ye. They sing, dance and recite poems. Everyone said to the little mouse:
"Little mouse, show everyone the colors you collected!"
On the January night of harvest, people begin to miss the spring flowers, butterflies and bees, as well as the golden bell-like bell. The little mouse ran home at once. He wants to show everyone the colors he collects.
The little mouse opened the storeroom at home. What did he see? I only see a pile of yellow fragments! The bright colors and fragrant smells collected in spring are gone now! At present, it's just a pile of charred fragments!
The little mouse cried sadly: "My color, my beautiful color is gone ..."
A few days later, a man came from vilen. He is wearing a long skirt. There is a wooden shelf in front of him. He is holding a plate in his hand and drawing on the shelf with a pen. He painted the golden sunset, the green hills in the sunset, the blue lake and the golden grass on the Yuan Ye. The little mouse stood beside him, watching quietly, watching him pick out various colors from the white porcelain plate with his pen and draw them on the wooden shelf.
The little mouse thought, this man must be a magician who can change color! I want to keep him and let him teach me the magic of color change.
The little mouse said to the man, "Can you teach me the magic of changing colors?"
But the man was busy coloring the wooden shelf and didn't hear the little mouse talking to him at all.
The little mouse stood on tiptoe, tried to improve himself and shouted, "Would you please teach me the magic of changing colors?"
The man was so absorbed in painting that it was impossible to notice the mouse under his feet. A gust of wind just blew away the mouse's voice.
But the mouse's friend heard the mouse's voice. They ran out of the house. Dozens, hundreds and thousands of mice are running on the Yuan Ye. The mice surrounded the painter and said to him:
"Ask our little mouse about the magic of changing colors!"
Thousands of little mice squeaked loudly enough for the man to hear. He looked down and found himself surrounded by hundreds of little mice. His eyes were black with fear and he fainted.
The little mice decided to take the giant back to their mouse hole and let him stay and teach the little mice the magic of changing colors. Some mice dragged the painter's feet, some mice dragged the painter's hands, some mice dragged the painter's clothes, some mice climbed up his nose and pulled his nose, but they couldn't drag it anyway because the man was too big. The painter saw the little mouse get into his neck, climb to the tip of his nose, scratch his fingertips and feet, wake up in fear, scream, and keep jumping, as if he were a huge spring!
The little mouse squeaked at him, telling him not to be afraid, saying that he just wanted to learn the magic of changing colors from him, but the man didn't understand it at all, and kept screaming and jumping in the air, as if hoping that he could grow wings and fly out of the encirclement of the little mouse.
Then a parrot flew in. This parrot is very clever and is a translator. He can speak human words as well as the words of various animals. The parrot said:
"Don't jump. The mice just want to learn the magic of color change from you. They don't want to eat you! "
The man settled down and asked:
"Color magic? What magic can change color? "
The little mouse pointed to the palette that the man threw on the ground and said, "How did these colors change?"
The man laughed and said, "What kind of magic is this? Look, I have a whole box of paint here. I squeeze paint from these paint tubes. I can squeeze any color I want. "
"Is there magic in these pipes?" Asked the little mouse.
"No, these paint boxes are bought from stores. Everything is sold in the shop. You can have as much as you want! " The man said.
The man didn't want to be besieged by thousands of rats all the time, so he quickly packed up and went home. Finally, he left the paint box, palette and brush to the little mouse.
"I'll give it all to you if you like." The man said.
Mice used these colors to draw Chinese rose, daisies and butterflies, bees and golden bells, and plump burdock leaves. Although it looks exactly like spring, the little mouse always feels that something is missing. This color is different from the color he collected. This color is not what the little mouse wants, nor is it the real color of vilen last spring.
The little mouse thought, if he mashed the collected colors of vilen in something like a paint tube, could he keep them fresh?
When the next spring came, the little mouse carefully mashed the colors collected on the leaves and the brightest and cleanest dew last spring morning to make colored juice and collected it in a small bottle.
When harvest autumn comes, when white winter comes, when people miss the gorgeous spring and splendid summer in Yuan Ye, the little mouse takes out those colors and draws pictures in the sun, in spring and in summer. Everyone can smell the flowers in spring and the smell in summer from the pictures of mice.
In this way, the little mouse also collected the colors of autumn grass and winter snow on the earth.
Later, the little mouse became an expert in collecting colors. He travels around to help people collect their favorite colors.
Later, the little mouse came to the seaside, and it stayed at the seaside. He collected the color of the sea, the color of the waves, the color of the beach and the smell of the sea with a bottle. He painted a picture with the color of the seaside and painted himself with the color collected from himself. The picture shows a little mouse standing by the sea, watching the sun rise on the sea and the white sails go away little by little. He asked the geese to send the painting back to vilen. The mice on the Yuan Ye saw this picture and smelled the sea, as well as their lovely little mice.
Later, the little mouse lived by the sea. He paints on the beach by the sea. He opened the paint box with him and drew a picture of vilen. There are daisies and butterflies by the river in Yuan Ye, Chinese rose by the bamboo fence and velvet yellow roses. The golden bell is swaying on the edge of the ridge, the bees are flying, and one mouse after another is in the grass in Yuan Ye. Some people are looking out, some are walking among the flowers, and some are chewing fruit. This painting smells of spring grass.
Little mice by the sea surrounded him. They are cute little mice, his children and his beautiful wife standing beside him. Everyone asked him:
"Where is this?"
"This is my hometown." Said the little mouse.