She has seaweed hair and the most beautiful voice in the world.
But she has been obsessed with the prince who recently fell into the water, thinking about it day and night, and she can't sleep well.
The idea was soon discovered by the witch who lived in the whirlpool forest. She doesn't like dark swamps and monsters as ugly and terrible as witches of all ages. On the contrary, she likes sunshine and flowers like a young mermaid.
The witch tried to transform her forest and planted many flowers beside the hut.
Those monsters were tamed by her.
On this day, the little mermaid went to the witch's forest alone, just like in the story.
But she found that it was not as dark and boring as grandma said.
She was very surprised by the grass full of flowers, the hut smelling of food, and the little witch sitting on the swing in front of the door.
If those monsters were not still living in the swamp, she would wonder if she had come to the wrong place.
"You are the little mermaid?" The witch tilted her head and gave her a bright smile: "You are as beautiful as I imagined."
The little mermaid blushed.
She has just celebrated her fifteenth birthday, which is exactly the shy age.
"I know what you're here for," the witch jumped off the swing and said seriously. "I can help you, but on one condition."
"Go ahead." The little mermaid responded softly, which strengthened the witch's determination to help her.
"You must move into my forest until you make this swamp full of flowers. During this time, you can't leave here. "
"The swamp is full of flowers?"
"Yes, if you can do it, I will give you what you want, whatever it is."
The little mermaid turned and looked at the vast swamp around the forest. How can a place like this be full of flowers?
But she loves the prince she saved.
So the little mermaid lives in the witch's forest.
In order to make the swamp full of flowers as soon as possible, she has to get up early every morning to learn about all kinds of plants in the forest.
There are many thick books in the witch's attic. When the little mermaid needs to know something, she will go there alone, sit by the window and read them page by page.
The days passed quickly, and the little mermaid studied plants all day and forgot the purpose of her first visit.
But the prince who survived the storm looked at the sea day and night. He deeply felt his thoughts, but he didn't know who they came from.
"I must have forgotten someone."
He muttered to himself to the sea.
But the little mermaid who lives deep under the sea won't hear this. The whirlpool outside the swamp will stop his voice and his hypocritical love.
"Little mermaid, I tied a swing for you outside the door so that we can play together."
"Little mermaid, I found a purple pearl in the swamp. It is said to be the treasure of poison ivy. Will those vines die if I take it away? "
"Little mermaid, just listening to you sing, I think the world should be full of flowers."
In the process of getting along with witches, the little mermaid found that there really is an immortal soul in this world, and it has nothing to do with love.
She began to think about what her soul was like.
Just then, the witch broke into the attic and said to her, "Little Mermaid, I have to tell you something. The prince you once saved is about to leave to visit the princess of a neighboring country. "
The little mermaid vaguely felt that the princess of a neighboring country was the woman she met at the seaside.
She felt sad, like cold sea water flooding into her heart.
But she doesn't just feel sorry for herself.
"They will get married and have a grand wedding." The witch was a little impatient, which was not her intention.
"They are destined to get married." The little mermaid turned and looked out of the window. The wind turned over the pages on her leg and let out a roar.
The witch stood by quietly. She knows everything, but she never tells the little mermaid.
"True love is not like this," continued the little mermaid. "He feels that the woman who saved him from the storm doesn't care who she really is, as long as she can fit into the framework he created, she is his lover."
Listening to the little mermaid's calm words, the witch knew that everything she did was worth it.
In the past countless late nights and early mornings, she secretly picked flowers from the swamp and let the sun shine on the attic window forever.
"He doesn't love me, and he doesn't love my princess next door. He is the woman who loves to save him. "
The little mermaid gently turned the page, and the words stayed at the fingertips. That sentence is: "there is no need to pursue love for an immortal soul, and there is no need to want an immortal soul because of love."
The witch knows that no flowers can bloom in the swamp, but something seems to be wrong now. In the beautiful song of the little mermaid, the poisonous vines stopped growing, and the monsters living in the swamp began to escape. They want to live in the forest because they can hear the little mermaid's song more clearly.
The witch began to be afraid, and the swamp was really going to blossom.
In this way, the little mermaid will leave here soon, just like in the story, in exchange for a pair of legs that can set foot on land with her own voice. She will dance in the palace, where everyone is moved by her steps, including the prince.
They will travel together and talk about everything. Even, he will hold her in his arms, kiss her forehead and tell her: of all people, your heart is the kindest. I love you very much. You look like a woman I once met, but I'll never see her again.
The little mermaid felt sorry for not knowing the truth.
Finally, he will forget the time he spent with the little mermaid when he first saw the princess of a neighboring country.
They will hold a sacred ceremony in the church, and the little mermaid will become a Hai Mo at that dawn.
Thought of here, the witch has cried.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone into the whirlpool, and the witch shook her wand and sent it to the attic window.
At the same time, the little mermaid is waking up from a beautiful dream.
She spent another night reading there.
Finally, I even moved into the attic.
The witch sat on the swing and stared gloomily at the dark swamp. The monster gave her a curious look.
"Don't look at me like that," the witch waved her hand distractedly, turned to the other side and said to herself, "There are no flowers in the swamp."
But one night soon, a beautiful cornflower bloomed in the swamp. Its petals are as blue as sea water, swaying in the middle of the swamp, which is very conspicuous.
At that time, the witch was catching frogs on the other side of the forest.
"What a strange thing! There are flowers in your swamp. " The little frog said, and ran away when the witch was not looking.
The witch followed the smell and found the cornflower in the swamp. In this short time, it has split from one branch to two.
The witch quickly pulled them out.
After that, whenever she has time, the witch will secretly patrol the swamp, catch frogs and pull out all the flowers.
The little mermaid knows nothing about it.
Everyone knows that it is difficult to bloom in the swamp.
And the chamomile around the hut is not growing well.
"Maybe the climate here is not suitable for growing flowers." The little mermaid said to the witch.
"So you're going to give up?"
"My grandma and sisters must miss me very much." The little mermaid sat on the swing and told the witch about her heart, the handsome prince, the terrible storm and the woman coming by the sea.
"He doesn't know that you saved him."
"Yes," said the little mermaid sadly, leaning against the swing. "My grandmother told me that only by getting the love of mortals can we have an immortal soul, but they hate the mermaid's tail, which is the most beautiful thing for us."
The witch listened quietly.
"I came to you just to make my fishtail disappear, turn into two legs and walk like a human, so that he will fall in love with me, and in his love, I can get an immortal soul like him."
"There used to be a legend in our witch family." The witch raised her wand at the light, and the ancient wand immediately lit up like burning dead wood. "Every good deed that brings happiness to others is a blessing from a daughter in heaven. Every evil deed that makes people cry will turn this blessing into punishment. As long as you have enough blessings, your good deeds will create an immortal soul for you. "
The little mermaid thought quietly.
"Go home," said the witch. "If one day my swamp is full of flowers, it must be a warm blessing."
The little mermaid said goodbye to her witch friend who had been with her for many days in the whirlpool forest.
In sunny weather, chamomile and cornflower bloom together. That's a million blessings from the witch to the little mermaid.
This is a real ugly duckling, but he heard the story of the ugly duckling very early, so he looks forward to it every day. Spring has come, the apple trees in the garden are full of flowers, and the long green branches of lilacs hang down to the stream, and he himself will become a beautiful swan hiding in the stream in the shade.
"So I can laugh at those who are blind!" He cried bitterly, but in fact, no animal on the farm said anything bad to him.
No one expected that he would be a white swan, and everyone looked at the ugly duck with equal eyes.
Even in that beautiful summer, a not-so-beautiful duck gave him a small fish, fresh fish just caught from the river.
He ate the small fish in one bite, and boasted about this friendship.
"He knew I would become a white swan, so he came early to make friends with me. What a clever guy. "
This deeply hurts the duck. He lowered his head, jumped into the river and swam far away, never coming again.
The ugly duckling lost a chance to make friends, and it was the only chance.
Soon, his arrogance spread all over the farm, and no one wanted to get close to him.
Until autumn, the fallen leaves danced in the cold wind.
In the henhouse, hens and chicks sit in a circle, and everyone tells a story.
In the duck house, mother duck and father duck are cooking a big dinner for the ducklings.
The doors of the dog house and the cat house are tightly closed, but the mailbox in front can't be idle.
"Cats and dogs have become pen pals?" The ugly duckling shouted absurdity, but no one paid attention to him.
Most of the vegetables on the farm were harvested by the farm owner, and now they are all gathered in the warm granary to chat.
Only the ugly duckling is still outside.
He goes to the river every morning to see if he has become a white swan and can find anything to eat. Yes, he can't even catch the most basic fish. When Grandma Duck taught him all the skills of ducklings to catch fish, he stood upright and waited for a while, looking at those ducklings who studied hard with arrogant eyes.
"I am a swan." He told himself this.
He always tells himself this.
So the whole summer passed and he learned nothing.
Now that autumn has arrived, he can only stare blankly at the cold river.
"What shall we do when the river freezes?" He began to feel sad because he never became a swan.
Soon, clouds with hail and snowflakes came, and they gathered together to make the sky dark and low.
"Winter is coming, my God!" The ugly duckling screamed and ran on the river bank. He hoped someone would take him in, but it began to snow. Chicken coops, duck coops, cat coops and dog coops are all tightly closed, and even the mailbox at the door is covered with thick snow.
"Come on, open the door." The ugly duckling patted the door of the barn, but there was no sound inside.
"Come on, open the door." The ugly duckling patted the door of the henhouse, but the hen bolted the door tighter.
"Come on, open the door." The ugly duckling patted the door of the duck house again, but before the door rang, he was poked out to warn his father duck that he had been caught red-handed.
"That's enough, you're making everyone restless." Father Duck scattered snow on his body. "Go and cry somewhere else."
Say that finish, duck house door slammed shut.
The north wind roared, and the ugly duckling wanted to have a good cry, but the tears froze into ice before they fell, hurting her instep.
At this time, the door of the duck house opened with a clash, a small bag of frozen fish was thrown out, and the door slammed again.
The ugly duckling shivering in the cold wind had to leave the farm with frozen fish on his back.
Among the reeds in the swamp, he picked up many dead branches and hastily built a duck nest with them, which looked quite beautiful among the abandoned wild ducks.
Fortunately, it was a warm winter, and the warm sunshine made those reeds loose and soft.
The ugly duckling added two wind-proof walls to his nest, and begged a lot of cotton wool from cats and dogs to fill the gap in the reed pole. Finally, he invited the hen to add a roof to his little house.
In this way, the ugly duckling finally passed the cold winter safely.
Spring has come, the sun shines warmly on every corner of the earth, larks are singing, the garden is full of apple flowers and lilacs, the river hidden in the shade of trees has thawed, and three beautiful white swans fly from the upper reaches of the fast-flowing river. They float lightly on the water and are extremely elegant.
The ugly duckling finally ushered in spring is lying in the reeds in the swamp, enjoying the long-lost warm sun and flowers.
"I'm not a white swan," he said. "I'm just a duck."
Later, the ugly duckling moved his nest to an apple tree on the farm. He began to learn to catch fish and step on weeds in the field, and he was appreciated by farmers because of this good skill.
Every day, the ugly duckling walks proudly in front of the vegetable garden. He looks like a soldier on patrol, making a happy sound for becoming a member of the farm:
"Now I am a happy duck!"