The call of grass
I am a nameless grass. I grew up in a beautiful school. Whether it's windy or rainy, hot or cold, I stand upright on the lawn. There are flowers to talk with me, trees to shelter me from the wind and rain, and many children to grow up with me. I am free, carefree and happy. But one day, the tragedy began. I remember that it was Sister Yulan's birthday. Sister Yulan asked me to inform my brothers and sisters to attend her birthday party.
I'll put on my new clothes, get the invitation, get on my bike and set off! While singing happily, I enjoyed the beautiful campus and issued invitations to various communities.
On the way home, something unfortunate happened. A child threw a full garbage bag on my head. Suddenly, my eyes went black and I fainted, and my bike fell far away. Sister Yulan's birthday party started, but Sister Yulan couldn't find my shadow at the party, so she was very anxious and asked her brothers and sisters to find me separately. After a while, a brother finally found me next to the garbage bag and immediately sent me to the hospital ... I finally woke up and everyone was relieved. However, Sister Yulan's birthday party ended in discord.
Children, please don't litter, and don't hurt others because of temporary efforts.
Hello, everyone. The story I'm going to tell today is Magic Tissue.
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who used a lot of tissues every day. After eating, he wiped his mouth with a paper towel, then wiped his hands with a paper towel and wiped his clothes with a paper towel. On this day, my father bought a tube of paper towels. Dad said this is a "magic card" tissue, which is different from the previous one. The little boy wanted to see what magic tissue had. He took out a piece, nothing magical; He pulled the paper towel to the balcony, and it was nothing magical; There is nothing magical about pulling a tissue upstairs; The paper towel is stretched long and pulled out of the community; Then pull it to the civic square and bypass the dense trees. The little boy ran, pulled, pulled, and the paper towel couldn't be pulled out ... Run, run, pull, and the little boy looked back and the forest was gone! He threw away the tissue and ran home screaming, "Dad, Dad, there are no more forests." Dad said, "paper towels should be made of trees." You used so many tissues, of course, the forest is gone! " In order to bring the forest back to the civic square, the little boy ran back and rolled ... running, rolling, rolling, paper towels all rolled back, and the forest in the civic square came back. How happy this little boy is! Children, wood is the raw material for making paper towels. The more paper towels are used, the more trees are consumed. So when we are at home, we should use towels as much as possible and save paper towels.
A Millennium well, no spitting.
In ancient times, there was a small official somewhere in the south of China. One day, he received a business mission to deliver documents to the then capital. He rode on the road in a hurry. In the evening, he stayed in a hotel. There is a well in the hotel, which is warm in winter and cool in summer, with a faint sweetness. Drinking well water, the little official felt that the hardships of the journey were much relieved. This well has added many good memories to people who come from the south to the north. But this little official is a selfish man. When he left the hotel the next morning, he poured the leftover grass from the horse into the well.
After a month or so, Xiao Guan came back from Beijing and came to this hotel again. When he arrived here, it was completely dark. After running all day, the little official felt tired and thirsty, so he drew water from the well to drink. Because it was dark, the water in the bucket could not be seen clearly. The little official was so thirsty that he drank water like a cow, so he drank a straw. The straw got stuck in the throat of the young official, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out. After a while, the little official died. The straw fell into the well when he came last time. In order to learn from the lessons of small officials, the ancients warned future generations: "The well of a thousand years, don't spit it out." This means warning people not to pollute water sources.