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Chapter 432 Story

Classic fairy tale reading: Seven Crows

According to legend, there was a family whose parents had eight children, seven of which were sons and the youngest was daughter. After the daughter was born, although she was very beautiful and cute, she was too delicate and thin. They thought she might not survive, so they decided to baptize her immediately.

The father sent a son to ask him to go to the well to get some water. When the other six saw it, they followed him in a hurry. Each one rushed to get the first one to draw water. In the midst of fighting, they dropped the big water tank into the well. At this moment, they were stunned. Look at me, I look at you, stand by the well, don't know what to do, and don't dare to go back to the house.

At this time, my father was waiting anxiously for them to bring the water. Seeing that they had been there for a long time and had not come back, he said, "They must have forgotten this matter by making fun of it."

He waited for the rest and still didn't see them coming back. He was so angry that he cursed, saying that they should all turn into crows. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a croaking cry on his head. He looked up and saw that there were seven coal-like black crows hovering on them. Seeing that his angry words became a reality, he regretted it and didn't know what to do. He lost seven sons and felt very sad. Fortunately, his little daughter became stronger and stronger day by day after being baptized, and became more and more beautiful, and finally gave him some comfort to his father.

The daughter grew up slowly, and she never knew that she had seven brothers. Her father and mother were very careful and never mentioned them in front of her. Finally one day, she accidentally heard people talking about her, and they said: "Her is indeed very beautiful, but unfortunately, her seven brothers were unfortunate because of her."

She was very sad when she heard this, so she asked her parents if she had an older brother and what was going on. It was hard for her parents to hide the truth from her. In order to comfort her, they said that all this was God's will, and her birth was arranged by God, and she was innocent. But the little girl still couldn't eat or sleep well for this, and she was very sad every day. She made up her mind to find ways to find ways to get her seven older brothers back.

One day, she ran out secretly from home, came to the vast world outside, and searched for her brother everywhere. She thought: No matter where they went, she would spare her life and restore them to their true nature and gain the freedom to be a human being!

When she went out, she only brought a small ring that her parents had given her, plus a piece of bread for hunger and a pot of water for quenching thirst, and a small stool for rest when she was tired. She walked, searched, kept searching, and found the distant horizon and came to the sun.

But the sun was too hot and fierce, so she hurriedly ran away and came to the moon again. But the moon was too cold and cold, and said, "I smelled human flesh and blood!" She quickly ran to Xingxing again. Xingxing was very friendly and kind to her, and each star sat on their own stool. When Qi Mingxing stood up and flew up, he gave the little girl a piece of wood and said, "If you don't have this piece of wood, you can't open the door of the castle on Glass Hill. Your brother lives in that castle."

The little sister took the small piece of wood, wrapped it in cloth, said goodbye to the stars, and then continued to look for her brother.

After a arduous journey, she finally found Glass Mountain. When she came to the city gate, she saw that the door was locked. She took out the cloth bag and untied it. The small wooden block inside was gone. I don’t know when she lost the gift from the kind-hearted Qi Mingxing. What should I do? She wanted to save her brother, but she had no key to Glass Mountain Castle. The firm and loyal little sister gritted her teeth and took out a knife from her pocket and cut off her little finger. The finger was exactly the same size as the lost wooden block. She inserted her finger into the keyhole in the door, and the door was opened.

She walked into the castle and met a dwarf, who asked, "What are you looking for?"

The little sister replied, "I'll come to find the seven crows, they are my brothers."

The dwarf said, "My master is not at home. If you have to wait for them to come back, please come in."

At this time, the dwarf was preparing dinner for the crows. He placed seven plates on the table, put food in the plate, and brought seven glasses of water next to the plate. The little sister ate a small piece of the things on each plate, drank a small sip of the water in each small cup, and put the small ring she brought with her into the last cup.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of wings flapping and croaking sounds coming from the air. The dwarf immediately said, "My masters are back." She hurriedly hid behind the door, wanting to hear what they would say.

As soon as the seven crows came in, they were eager to find their own plates and cups to eat and drink water. One by one, they shouted: "Who ate the things in my plate? Who drank the water in my cup a little? Quagua! Quagua! I know, this must be a human mouth."

After the seventh crow finished drinking the water, there was a ring in the cup. He looked carefully and recognized that it was their parents' things, and said, "Hey! Our little sister is here! We will be saved." When the little sister heard this, she ran out immediately.

As soon as she showed up, the seven crows immediately returned to their human form. They hugged each other tightly, kissed each other, and happily returned to their parents.

Dear classmates and dear teachers:

Hello everyone!

If someone asked me, if you were traveling, what would you bring with you a book or a camera? If it were me, I would say without hesitation: "A book!" Because a book has knowledge that is wider than the sea, more dazzling light than the sun, more solid content than the big trees, and more comparison, which would you choose to bring with you?

Looking through the book, the faint fragrance of ink comes to you, like the wind blowing willow catkins flying all over the sky. When reading, you can feel a surging source of knowledge between the lines, from ignorance to knowledge, from boredom to interesting, from mountains and rivers to dark and bright flowers... The most satisfying thing is that you can still harvest a lot, just like an autumn orchard with fruits - I think this is my most sincere feeling in reading!

Reading, you must not only "know how to read", but also "choose reading". Why choose reading? Reading with selective good books, then follow the good ones, and correct the bad ones. You must learn to choose books in accordance with your own reality. If your personality is lively, you should read some sunny and inspiring books, and if your personality is introverted, you should read positive books. Of course, what is suitable for us teenagers now should be some interesting, philosophical books that can open up knowledge and have philosophical principles. We also need to learn to draw up books that suit us as we grow older. If we stay in one book, your knowledge will be exhausted, just like you can't still hold a remote control and wait for "Aerial Baby" on the Children's Channel. In short, we must understand what we need and start with ourselves - I think, this is the best way for me to read!

Books also made me understand life. "The Analects of Confucius" made me cultivate myself and realize my ambitions; "How Steel Is Made" made me strong and struggled; "Spring" made me feel like spring breeze; "Li Qingzhao's Collection of Poems" made me intoxicated... The most profound thing in my impression now should be that book "Childhood". When I first read this book, I was amazed by Gorky's courage: he recalled his dark, dirty and desperate childhood with such a self-deprecating and humorous tone, which was really amazing. But later I realized the true meaning of it. Childhood is a colorful road, a beautiful world

But in Gorky's "Childhood", the protagonist Alyosha's childhood was miserable. Alyosha's parents died, his grandfather was irritable, and the only person in the family who loved him was his grandmother. Alyosha was a poor child. After reading this, I couldn't help but shed tears. Such a young child was treated so unfairly, and he was still living strongly. This perseverance has to be admired! The young Alyosha experienced the pain in the world too early. He had seen the intrigue between his brothers; the ignorance and greed of his family; the ruthlessness between his husband and wife...

I also imagine that if I were Alyosha, would I be able to hold on to this inhuman treatment? Of course I can't hold on! If it were me, I would have been tortured to death by this hardship! "Childhood" touched me deeply. I would cry for Alyosha's torture and be excited for him to escape from the "hell". In fact, reading can be said to be a habit. Get up in the morning, watch everything wake up, enjoy the refreshing morning, and breeze come towards me. I don't hear the birds cry, but I laugh and laugh; I don't hear the swaying leaves, but I hear the sound of firecrackers in the New Year! It's the New Year, everyone is watching the sound of birds cry, but I don't hear the sound of people laughing and laughing; I don't hear the sound of leaves swaying, but I hear the sound of firecrackers in the New Year! It's the New Year, everyone is

We are all happy, but why do I still feel like I am missing something? I am too tired? No, I just got up. I am in a bad mood? No! The festive New Year makes me very happy. But why do I still feel a little strange? Yes! Books! I haven't read books for two days, and the taste is like a knife and a stick. It's like two lovers who are separated by my side, like a pair of confidants who are life and death that are separated. It turns out that reading has long become my habit. This habit is good and worthy of praise. I think this is the only thing I have to stick to in my life!
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