Fables are stories with fables or obvious educational significance, while fables about time teach us to cherish time. Here are some fables about time that I recommend to you.

Fable about time 1: These boxes are your idle days. A rich man bought a luxury villa. From the day he moved in, every day when he came back from work, he always saw a man carrying a box from his garden, loading it on a truck and pulling it away.

The man left before he could shout. On this day, he decided to drive after it. The truck walked slowly and finally stopped at the edge of a canyon in the suburbs.

The stranger unloaded the box and threw it into the valley. When the rich man got off the bus, he found that the valley was full of boxes of similar specifications and styles.

He went over and asked, I saw you move a box from my house just now. What's in it? What are these boxes for?

The man looked at him and said with a smile, don't you know that there are still many boxes to be shipped at home? These boxes are all your wasted days. ?

? What day?

? Your wasted time. ?

? My wasted time. ?

? That's right. The time you wasted, the years. You look forward to a good time every day, but what did you do after the good time came? Let's see, it's all perfect and useless, but now?

The rich man came over and opened a box conveniently.

There is a road in the box in late autumn. His fiancee walked slowly through the fallen leaves.

He opened the second box, which contained a ward. His brother is lying in the hospital bed waiting for him to go back.

He opened the third box, which turned out to be his old house. His faithful dog lay at the gate of the fence and looked out eagerly. He has been waiting for him for two years and is as thin as a bone.

The rich feel heartache. The stranger stood as still as a judge.

The rich man said painfully, Sir, please let me get these three boxes back. I beg you. I have money. You can have as much as you want. ?

The stranger made an impossible gesture, which means: it's too late. It is too late. ? Then the man disappeared with the box.

Fable story about time 2: Cricket who loves to sing A long time ago, there lived a cricket by the pond. This cricket can sing, so it stands on a big stone and sings every day.

In summer, under the scorching sun, this cricket stood on that big rock and sang. A frog jumped next to it and said to it, Brother Cricket, now summer is the most abundant time for food. You should prepare food for winter, or you won't eat it in winter. ? But the cricket shook his head and said, it's still early in winter, so don't worry! ? After that, it sang his song again and ignored the frog.

In autumn, a cool breeze blows gently, and this cricket is standing on that big rock and singing again. Here comes an owl. It said to the cricket:? Brother cricket, winter is coming. It's time for you to prepare food for the winter! ? The cricket said, So that's why you are here! There is a frog ahead to remind me! Winter is still early, don't worry! ? The owl said in surprise. Then do it quickly! You will be lucky to do it now. If you don't hurry, there will be no food in winter. At that time, it will be too late for you to regret it! Go, go, go, leave me alone and do your own thing! ?

Winter is coming, the cold wind is rustling, and crickets think of carrying food, and rush to find food. But where can I find food in such cold weather? I can't even find a fruit by the pond. It regrets not listening to frogs and owls and not cherishing the time of storing food. But there is no regret medicine in the world. He was cold and hungry and soon froze to death.

Fable story 3 about time: the flying insect who watches time has a flying insect who idles away all day. Others will persuade it to cherish time, otherwise you will regret losing it. Flying insects feel strange, what is the time? Why hasn't it heard of it? Others don't know how to explain it, so they say to it, have you seen that clock? It's time to go in.

Flying insects don't understand what time is, so they want to fly into the clock to find out. It came to the clock, looked up and down, and finally found a hole and flew in. Flying insects fly around in the clock and only hear? Tick-tock? Voice, I saw a few pointers walking. The flying insect thought, is it time? What if I waste too much? It doesn't belong to me at all.

The flying insect was ready to fly away from the clock, only to find that the original hole was blocked by a plastic plate. Flying insects make a hullabaloo about and bump around without attracting attention. Finally, it died in the clock. Before dying, the flying insect suddenly realized: I finally know what time is. It turned out to be my life!