Children's bedtime fairy tale text version: grandpa's hat
Winter is coming, the north wind is blowing, and the weather is very cold. There is a poor bird. It was shivering with cold on the branch.
An old man came and saw the bird. He thought, "What a poor bird! Such a cold day will definitely freeze to death. " The bird said to grandpa, "The wind has taken away our nest, and we have no home." Grandpa said, "Don't worry, I'll help you find a way." Grandpa made a bird's nest with his hat. This hat is really warm.
The bird thought there were many birds afraid of cold in the forest, so it called them all and flew into the old man's hat together. They are very grateful to grandpa. Grandpa will come to see the birds every day, and the birds will sing to Grandpa every time.
One day grandpa didn't come. It turned out that he was ill. The bird thinks, "Grandpa must have given us his hat. He has a cold and is ill." Let's make a hat for grandpa. " The bird made a post with its own feathers and sent it to grandpa. Grandpa is very grateful to the bird. His illness will soon recover.
Chapter 2: Fairy Tales before Sleeping: Little Clay Fighters Crossing the River
Suffering is a river, and we are all clay figurines. So, where is heaven?
One day, God announced that if any clay figurine could cross the river he designated, he would give the clay figurine a heart of gold that would never die. After this will was issued, the clay figurine didn't respond for a long time. I don't know how long it took, but finally a little clay figurine stood up and said he wanted to cross the river.
"How do clay figurines cross the river? Stop dreaming. "
"Do you know what it's like to lose your body bit by bit?"
"You will be a delicious fish and shrimp, and not even a hair will be left ..."
But the little clay figurine insisted on crossing the river. He doesn't want to be such a little clay figurine all his life. He wants to have his own heaven, but he also knows that if he wants to go to heaven, he must go to hell first. And his hell is the river he will experience.
The little clay figurine came to the river, hesitated for a while and stepped into the water with his feet. A heartbreaking pain suddenly enveloped him, and he felt his feet melting rapidly and leaving his body every minute.
"Go back quickly, or I'll kill you." The river roared.
The little clay figurine didn't answer, but walked silently, step by step. At this moment, he suddenly understood that his choice made him not even qualified to regret. If he goes ashore backwards, he is a crippled clay figurine, hesitating in the water, and can only accelerate his' destruction', and what God gives him is even farther than death.
The little clay figurine walked alone and stubbornly. The river is so wide that it seems to have exhausted his life without end. The little clay figurine looked across the river and saw brocade-like flowers, endless green grass and light flying birds. God must be sitting under the tree drinking tea. Maybe this is life in heaven, but it is almost impossible for him to get there. No one there knows him, knowing that a little clay figurine like him has the same ideal as his dream. God didn't give him the chance to be a flower and a pair of wings in heaven, but can you blame God? God only allowed him to be a clay figurine, and he gave up a stable life himself.
The little clay figurine's tears ran down and washed away a piece of skin on his face. The little clay figurine quickly raised his face and pressed all the remaining tears back into his eyes. Tears ran down his throat and dripped on the little clay figurine's heart. The little clay figurine discovered for the first time that there could be such a way of crying. Maybe this is his only possible way out at present.
The little clay figurine moved forward in an almost impossible way, centimeter by centimeter, centimeter by centimeter, centimeter by centimeter. Fish and shrimp greedily pecked at his body. The soft sand made him tremble all the time. Countless times, he was almost suffocated by the waves. The little clay figurine really wants to lie down and have a rest, but he knows that once he lies down, he will never sleep and even lose the chance of pain. He can only endure, endure and endure again. That's great.
I don't know how long it took, but the little clay figurine was desperate. Suddenly, the little clay figurine found himself finally landed. He was relieved and ecstatic. He was about to take a walk on the lawn, but he was afraid that his rags would defile the cleanliness of heaven. He lowered his head and began to look at himself, only to find that he had nothing but a golden heart.
He understood everything: there was never any luck in heaven. The seeds of flowers and plants have to go through thick soil to smile in the sun. Birds have to fall and lose countless feathers before they can temper their wings. Even God is just the one who has walked the longest and struggled the hardest in hell. As a little clay figurine, only with miraculous courage and perseverance can the torrent of life cleanse the turbidity of the soul. Then,
Fairy tale before bed: a small snake caught by a falcon
One day, a falcon caught a small snake. The little snake begged for mercy and said, "Please leave me alone!" "
The falcon said to the little snake, "Let you go, let you go. What do I eat? "
The little snake said to the falcon, "I know there is a snake nest with many little snakes for you to eat." I'll take you there. Please don't eat me. "
The falcon promised the little snake, and the little snake took the falcon all the way to a snake nest, which did contain many newborn snakes.
The falcon happily ate all the snakes and caught the little snake that took it to the snake nest. The little snake was afraid and said, "What are you doing?"
The falcon said, "Of course it ate you."
The little snake said loudly, "didn't you say that you wouldn't eat me as long as I took you to the snake's nest!" " "
The falcon smiled and said, "What eagle doesn't eat snakes?"
Say that finish, then swallowed the little snake.
People should have good thoughts. Small snakes betray their own kind in order to protect themselves, killing more lives, harming others and eventually harming themselves, and finally losing their lives.
Four fairy tales before going to bed: lazy cat and mousetrap
A cat that is too lazy to be surprised has nothing to do all day. After eating and drinking enough, she hid in the corner to sleep. The owner had no choice but to install a mousetrap at home to catch mice.
I heard that the mousetrap can catch mice, and the lazy cat jumped three feet high with joy.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, finally!" The lazy cat is relieved. He hurried to find the mousetrap, and his eyes were full of expectation: "Dear, it's up to you in the future. Take my class well and do this job with peace of mind! "
"This is taken for granted. It is my bounden duty to be loyal to my duties and get rid of rats for the people. Just, "the rat catcher looked at the lazy cat suspiciously. "You said let me take over. What are you going to do in the future? "
"Me? I won't try to catch mice in the dark again. " The lazy cat stretched out his arm easily, yawned comfortably and said, "You will fight in front and I will clean the battlefield for you." You set traps to catch mice, and I enjoy it. Let's try our best together-you do hard work and I live a comfortable life. "
"Listen, lazy guy, laziness and hating work and seeking happiness are signs of depravity!" After listening to the lazy cat's confession, the mousetrap solemnly warned it: "If you don't continue to catch rats and kill insects and make contributions to mankind, and want to live a parasitic life in vain, then you are a walking corpse. What's the point of living in the world? "