Time passed in a hurry, Meng Xiaoman also returned to Tianjing City from Crescent Island, and the early hours of the evening were the start of the Second Age National War, and then Yalan would stop his intelligence, and then he would go online to fight a wave of national wars. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Xiaoman, you seem to have something?" Su Ying glanced at Meng Xiaoman, who was sitting next to her absent-mindedly, and couldn't help but glance at Meng Xiaoman with some confusion, and touched her big belly.

"It's nothing, I'm going to go to the Second Age tonight, because the national war is about to start, and I'm going to go up and deal with some things." Meng Xiaoman smiled softly and touched Su Ying's belly.

Because of Su Ying's pregnancy, she basically hasn't logged in to the game, but she can also know through the Second Age forum that Meng Xiaoman has always been the focus of attention, although she doesn't understand why Meng Xiaoman didn't log in to the game, but the characters in it are moving freely, but she doesn't bother to ask.

Now that Meng Xiaoman is about to enter the second era, of course she has nothing to oppose, you must know that the time ratio between the second era and reality is one to ten, and she slept in reality, and it must have been five or six days.

Therefore, now she doesn't have to worry that Meng Xiaoman will not have time to accompany her because of the Second Era, after all, the time is better than there, no matter what, Meng Xiaoman will have time to accompany her.

"Xiaoman, tell me another story, the fairy tales you tell are really amazing, I released the story you told last time, unexpectedly praised, this is something that many fairy tale masters can't do, come, tell me a few more, I'll write them down, and tell our babies later." Su Ying smiled, then stretched out her palm and pinched Meng Xiaoman's face.

"Well, okay, then I'll tell you another one." Meng Xiaoman nodded.

The story he told last time was a fairy tale that had always been a household name in his original world, and it was written by the king of fairy tales, how could it not be well received? Otherwise, it's weird.

"Once upon a time, there was a well, and the well was very deep, so the rope was very long, and when people pulled the bucket out of the well, the pulley could barely turn. The sun never shines at the bottom of the well, and no matter how clear the water is, the sunlight cannot reflect the shadow on the surface of the water. But wherever it could shine, green moss grew in the middle of the cracks. Meng Xiaoman recalled for a moment, and then jumped out of what he thought was very good, and began to speak.

There lives a family of toads, who have moved from outside. They really followed the old toad's mother head-on, and the old toad's mother is still alive. The frogs who have settled here for a long time and swim in the well admit that they are related to them and call them "well guests". They were going to stay here for a long time, and they felt comfortable living in dry places that they called damp wells.

Mother Frog went on a trip once, and when the bucket was lifted, she ran into it. But the light outside was so bright that it stabbed her eyes. Luckily, she jumped out of the bucket and fell into the water with a thud, causing her back to hurt and she lay down for three days. She couldn't say much about the world above, but she knew, and everyone knew it, that the well wasn't the whole world. Of course, the toad's mother could have said something, but when someone asked about her, she never answered. So everyone didn't ask.

"She's fat and ugly, fat and disgusting!" "Her children are just as weird. "Probably so!" "But one of these children has a gem on his head, or else it is set on my head." The frog listened, his eyes wide open. Because they didn't like it, they grimaced and jumped back to the bottom of the well.

However, the little toad proudly straightened their hind legs. They all thought they had gems, so they sat there motionless. Eventually, they asked what they were proud of, what exactly is a gemstone.

"It's a beautiful and valuable thing," said the mother toad.

"I can't even describe it; It is something that people themselves wear with pleasure and others are jealous of. But don't ask, I'm not going to answer. ”

"Yes, I don't have any gems," said the youngest toad; This toad is as ugly as it gets.

"Why should I have this kind of thing to show off? If it causes others to be jealous, it won't make me happy! No, I just hope to run to the well one day and look out. It must be beautiful out there. ”

"Stay where you were supposed to be!" The old toad said,

"You know, you know what's going on! You've got to watch out for that bucket, it's going to crush you! If you do fall in, you'll fall out too. Not everyone is as lucky as me to fall and save the front and back legs, and the eggs are not broken!" Quack!" The little one said.

It's the same as us humans shouting "ah". He really wanted to look out at the well, and he had a desire to see the green thing above.

The next morning, when the bucket full of water was lifted up, and stopped by chance in front of the well where the little toad was sitting, the little fellow was excited, and he jumped into the bucket full of water, and sank to the bottom of the bucket, and then the bucket was lifted up, and the water was poured out.

"Phew, bad luck!" The young man who saw him said.

"It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen!" So he kicked the toad with his wooden shoes, and he was almost paralyzed, but he fled into the tall nettle bushes.

He saw a hemp stalk next to a hemp stalk, and it was looking up. The sun shines on the leaves, which are completely transparent. To him, it's like us humans burrowing into the woods, and the sun shining on the branches and leaves.

"It's so much better here than in the well! I really want to spend my whole life here!" The little toad said. He squatted there for an hour, squatted for two hours!" Don't know what it's like out there? Since I've run this far, I'll try to run a little farther!" He crawled up with all his strength and came to the road. As he crossed the avenue, the sun shone on him, and dust fell on him.

"This is really the dry land," said the little toad, "I have gained too many benefits, and my whole body is too comfortable!"

Then he climbed to the side of the ditch by the side of the road. Forget-me-not flowers and meadowsweet grow here. Next to it is a fence of elderberries and hawthorn bushes; "Maria's white undershirt sleeves" are wrapped around it. You can see the colorful scenery here; There's a butterfly flying here; The little toad thought it was a flower that broke free from its branches in order to see the world better. This is naturally quite reasonable.

"If only I could wander around like it," said the little toad, "quack! Yes! How beautiful!"

He stayed on the other side of the ditch for eight days and eight nights, and he was not short of food. On the ninth day, he thought, "Go further!" - But what could be more beautiful? Maybe you come across a small toad, maybe a few frogs. Last night there was a sound in the wind, as if there were "compatriots" nearby.

"It's beautiful to be alive! Come up from the bottom of the well, hide in the nettles, climb up the dusty path, and rest in the damp ditch! But there's still a lot more to go! See if you can find a frog or a small toad, this is indispensable, nature alone is not enough. So he wandered again.

He went down to a large pond in the field with rushes growing on all sides, and went down to investigate.

"It must be too humid for you, right?" The frog said. "But you're welcome!—Are you a man or a woman? But all things are the same, and we're just as welcome. ”

Then he was invited to an evening concert, the Family Concert: everyone was very happy, but the voices were faint; We're all familiar with that. There was nothing to entertain at the meeting, only to drink as many drinks as they wanted, and if they were able to drink a whole pond of water.

"I'm going to keep going!" The little toad said. He was always hungry for something better.

He saw the stars shining, big and bright; He saw the crescent moon glinting. He saw the sun rise and rise higher and higher.

"I must still be in the well, in a bigger one, I have to climb up! I have a sense of restlessness, a longing!" When the moon was full and full, the poor little creature thought to himself, "Isn't that a bucket that has been put down, and I can jump into it and go up high!" Or else the sun is the vat? It's so big, so bright, it can fit us all in. I'll be sure to keep an eye out for opportunities! Oh, how bright my head is! I don't believe the gems will be a little brighter! But I don't have a gem, and I don't cry for it. No, exalt into the light and joy! I was convinced, but scared, - this is a difficult step to take! But it has to be! Advance! Let's go down the avenue!"

He stepped forward, as hard as a reptile could be. So he came to the avenue where the people lived, and there was a garden and a vegetable patch beside it, and he rested on the edge of a vegetable garden.

"How many creatures there are here that I never knew existed! How big and happy the world is! But I also have to dig deeper, and I can't always stay in one place. So he jumped into the garden. How green! How beautiful!"

"Of course I do!" Said a caterpillar on a cauliflower leaf. "My leaves are the biggest of them all! It covers half the world, but I don't care without it. ”

"Grid! grid!" There was such a voice, and then several hens came, and they were walking in the garden. The one who walked in front was farsighted, and she saw the caterpillar on the crepe leaf and pecked it. So the caterpillar fell to the ground and twisted and curled. The hen looked at him with one eye, and then at him with another, for she did not know what tricks the curled thing would play.

"He has absolutely no ill intentions!" The hen thought, and she raised her head and pecked again. The little toad was so frightened that he crawled to the hen.

"He's got rescue troops!" The hen said. "Look at this reptile!" So she turned around. "I don't get a small bite of green food, it just makes my throat itch!" The other hens felt the same way, and they walked away.

"I twisted and rolled and escaped!" The caterpillar said. "It's right to be assertive. But the most difficult thing is yet to come, how can I go back to the cauliflower leaves? Where is it?"

The little toad crawled over and offered to help. He was glad he scared the chickens away because he was ugly.

"What do you mean?" The caterpillar asked. "You know I got away with it by twisting and shrinking on my own. It's very uncomfortable to look at you! I can always be alone on my own turf, right? I smell cauliflower now! I'm back on my leaves now! There's nothing more beautiful than staying on your own turf. But I've got to climb a little higher!"

"yes, higher!" The little toad said. "He feels the same way I do! But he was in a bad mood, probably frightened. We're all going to climb higher!" How high they live!" The little toad thought. "They can go up that high!"

In the farmhouse lived two young college students. One is a poet and the other studies the natural sciences. A man who sings and writes joyfully about what God has created and what he feels in his heart, who sings of everything in short, clear, rich, harmonious verses. The other grasps the thing itself, and if necessary, yes, dissects and analyzes it. He saw what God was doing as an arithmetic problem, subtracting and multiplying, memorizing it by heart, and then explaining it in the language of reason. His intellect is comprehensive, and he talks about things happily and wisely. Both are very nice and optimistic people.

"Look there's a complete toad specimen there!" The one who studied the natural sciences said, "I'm going to have to soak it in alcohol!"

"Don't you already have two?" The poet said, "Let him stay quietly and enjoy life!" But he's so ugly and cute. The other said. Yes, if only I could find a gem in his head," said the poet, "I would like to cut it open with you!"

"Jewels!" Another said, "You know a lot about natural history!"

However, isn't there such a beautiful saying among the people? The ugliest and ugliest animal, the toad, often holds the most valuable gems in its head. Is it the same with people? And Socrates has a great gem, doesn't he?"

The toad hadn't heard anything more, and he didn't even understand half of what he heard. The two friends walked away, and he escaped, not soaked in alcohol.

"They're talking about gems, too!" The little toad said. "Good thing I don't have any gems, otherwise I'd have suffered!"

At this moment, there was another gurgling sound from the roof of the farmhouse. Father Stork was giving a speech to the whole family, and he squinted at the two young men in the vegetable garden.

"Man is the most arrogant animal!" Stork said. "Listen to what they have to say! But in the end, they couldn't even make a decent dud. They flaunt their ability to speak, their language! Their language is really good. As long as we travel for a day, their language is not spoken, and the people there do not understand it; This person could not understand the man's words. Our language is spoken all over the world, both in Denmark and in Egypt. And people can't fly! They went on the road on something they had invented, which they called 'railroads,' but there they often broke their necks. I shuddered at the thought of this; The world can be without people. We can do without them! All we need is frogs and earthworms!"

"What a beautiful speech!" The little toad thought. "How great he is! Look how high he sits! I haven't seen anyone sit so high. Look how wonderful he swims!" He shouted as the stork spread its wings and flew into the air.

The mother stork spoke in her nest, about the land of Egypt, about the water of the Nile, about the beautiful mud of foreign countries. It's all so new and so interesting for the little toad.

"I'll get to Egypt!" He said. "If only the storks could take me, or one of their children. I can repay them by helping them on their wedding day. Yes, I went to Egypt because I was lucky! I have that desire and interest, and it's much better than having a gem in my head. ”

He really has such a gem: never-ending longing and interest, upward, non-stop upward! The gem glows in his head, shining in joy. Then the storks came. When he saw the little toad in the grass, he rushed down and grabbed the little animal unceremoniously. The stork bit him tightly with his beak, and the wind whistled, which made him very uncomfortable, but he went upwards and flew towards Egypt, and he knew, so his eyes flashed as if a spark had emerged:

"Quack, ah!"

His body died, and the little toad was strangled to death. But where did the spark that came out of his eyes go? Probably only the sun knows.

The body may die, but that pursuit and hope will always be immortal.

After finishing the last sentence, Meng Xiaoman looked at Su Ying next to him, Su Ying frowned at this time, as if she was thinking about something.

"Xiaoman, I feel that this story is so jerky and difficult to understand." Su Ying frowned, then looked at Meng Xiaoman.

Meng Xiaoman couldn't help pouting, Cinderella was written by Lao Lin, and this toad was written by Lao An, of course, the starting point is different, and the various expressions are also different, which is normal.

"In fact, this story is to show me that no matter how humble we are, we should always have dreams and keep pursuing hope." Meng Xiaoman's eyes were a little confused, thinking of the owner of the giant hand, Meng Xiaoman only felt that he was so similar to this toad.

The same continuous efforts, continuous pursuit, even if the future is death, even if the future is boundless darkness, but a fiery heart, even if the body dies, will not be broken, just like the meteor that pierces the sky, before it is extinguished, it will always be the most dazzling.