Sixth grade fairy tales 1
Singing grass
"Hoo ... hoo ..." The grass said to the wind, "Listen, how wonderful my singing is!"
The wind was silent around the hillside.
"Woo ... woo ..." The grass said to the wind passing by. "Listen, how beautiful my singing is!"
The wind seemed to want to say something, but in the end it didn't say anything and climbed the ridge and left.
"Oh ... Oh ..." The grass said to the wind that passed here for the third time. "My singing is the best in the world!"
The wind finally said, "Then you can sing after I leave. It may be better than now. " Say that finish, like a gust of wind rushed to the sky.
The grass is singing and singing hard. Strangely, now it can't even sing a word.
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Sixth grade fairy tale 2
What kind of butterfly are you?
In spring, in the morning light, a beautiful and proud butterfly dances among the flowers. The crow on the opposite branch, enjoying the beautiful dance of the butterfly, can't help singing happily.
"Damn crow, shut your mouth quickly." Butterflies are not polite at all.
"I just want to sing for your beautiful dance." Said the crow.
"I said crow, don't you know that people hate you and hear your voice? Your voice is ugly and unlucky. " The butterfly said loudly, "Besides, I must keep my distance from you, a thief."
"Dear Butterfly, that's all people's misunderstanding of me, which is groundless." The crow is not angry. "I admit that I have eaten lark worms before, but I have recognized and corrected my mistakes."
The butterfly ignored the crow and the crow flew away angrily. But after a while, the crow flew back. It came to the butterfly and kindly reminded the butterfly: "Butterfly, please go home quickly. It's going to rain. "
The butterfly flew forward quickly without looking at the crow. Thought: This crow is really bad. He stole the lark's bug, and now he has learned to lie.
I'm so dressed up in spring. Butterflies fly forward, flying over one flower after another. The butterfly feels its wings getting heavier and heavier. It looked up and found that it began to rain unconsciously in Mao Mao. Raindrops wet the butterfly's wings, and it finally stopped flying and stopped on a stamen, ready to fly back when its wings were dry.
However, it is raining harder and harder. Rain falls on the butterfly, knocking it from the stamens to the ground. Butterflies are lying on the ground in the rain, dying.
The rain has no intention of stopping. When the butterfly was completely desperate, the crow trudged in the rain and landed beside the butterfly: "I can't find you anywhere." Climb on my back and I'll take you home. "
The crow sent the butterfly home. When she was ready to turn around and leave, the butterfly stopped the crow and wanted to say thank you.
The crow smiled and asked, "Caterpillar, anything else?"
Butterfly is a little unhappy again: "caterpillar, you call me caterpillar?"
"Yes, before you became a butterfly, you were a caterpillar."
"But now I am a butterfly, a beautiful butterfly."
The crow said, "Yes. I just want to tell you that we should not deny others' present because of their past. "