A toad falls in love with a swan, this is true, not an allegory.

When the swan was an ugly duckling, no one knew she was a swan. She didn't go swimming or foraging with the other ducks. She has a feather that is not in harmony with everyone, and she doesn't know how to take a steady figure-eight step like other ducks, and she has long become the laughing stock of everyone.

"Hi, there. ”

The swan turned his head. But he saw nothing. She replied blankly, "Hey, where are you?"

"I'm here. "A toad jumped out of the grass.

The swan looked at him. Although I am not in a good mood at this time. But she couldn't help but laugh. He was a clown, smaller than her, with pimple after pimple on his skin, bulging eyes that seemed to break out of his sockets, and as if they were growing on the back of his head. She had never seen a more ugly animal than his, not even a frog with smooth, forged skin.

"Why are you here alone and not playing with your sisters?" he looked not far away. There, the ducks are happily playing in the water, flapping their wings, filled with cheerful laughter and stirring up a splash.

The swan lowered her head, tears streaming down her face: "I'm just an ugly duckling, I don't know how to figure eight, and I don't have the flat mouth and smooth feathers like theirs. He tried to walk in a figure-eight step, but fell awkwardly.

"Actually, you walk much more beautifully than they do. The toad blinked and looked at the swan, "Can you sing?"

"No, it won't. She answered softly. She didn't dare to open her mouth to sing. Every time the other ducks "quacked" happily, she had to hide to the side. Her voice wasn't the same as theirs. Her voice is high-pitched and high-pitched, not hoarse and deep like other ducks.

"You don't have to be afraid. The toad didn't care, "People say I don't sing well, but that doesn't stop me from singing, and people say I'm ugly, but that doesn't stop me from being happy." He puffed up his breath and sang.

The swan looked at him and suddenly thought he was quite interesting. He's ugly and doesn't have a good voice, but he's better than himself because he doesn't care what other people think. Her heart skipped a beat, and she liked him inexplicably.

"You can have one too. When he had finished singing, the toad grinned, shook his hairless head like a star, and looked at her with two big eyes like light bulbs.

"I won't. She looked apprehensively into the distance, where the ducks were still quacking.

"Leave them alone. Actually, your singing voice is much better than theirs. The toad encouraged.

"Oh, yes? When have you ever heard of it?" asked the swan, looking down in surprise.

"Ao Ao ......" The toad lowered his head and rubbed his hands embarrassedly, not knowing what to say. Looking at his embarrassed touch, the swan couldn't help but laugh, his mood had never been so comfortable.

"If you don't want to do it, you can come at night and sing to the moon that no one will laugh at you, and that would be a great feeling. The toad plucked up his courage and said.

So, they were together every night. In the evening when all things converge and passionate, the swans sing freely to the moon and the lake. Her voice was so high that it often drifted to the distant mountains, echoing in the mountains. The toad always looked at her with emotional eyes, and there was a hint of throbbing, a hint of hesitation and trembling in his eyes.

The swan didn't notice that during the time she spent with the toad, she learned to sing. By the lake, she sometimes dances excitedly back and forth. Although there was no audience, only toads, the bright moon in the sky and the quiet lake, she still sang and danced with great interest, free and happy.

The days were dull and quiet, but one day, this peace was broken.

Breaking their peace was a group of distant disciples. It was a flock of swans, with slender and slender necks exuding a graceful and luxurious temperament. When they sing, the valley and forests echo with the afterglow of the song, and when they dance, the water is like a fairy floating in the air. The ducks watched them with bated breath and admiration.

The swan was awakened by the sound of song. She was still intoxicated by the singing and chanting of the previous night with the toad in the moonlight. When the song came, she thought it was an echo of her own singing voice and couldn't help but respond.

For a moment, all the singing stopped. The swan heard that his song was so clear and beautiful, even more beautiful than the song of his friends who had come from afar.

The swans responded with warm applause and danced happily. She rushed into them excitedly. She understood that she was not an ugly duckling, but a swan. Her dance moves have never been so light and beautiful, and she attracts all envious eyes.

The swans didn't stay too long. For the distant disciples, fate is just a journey, and each foothold is just a post station, which cannot stop the pace of progress.

The swan turned his head and couldn't see the toad. The lake is a big country for toads, but for swans, it is just a small fulcrum in life, and there are too many temptations in the outside world and the distant sky. She needs the approval of others too much, she needs envious eyes, she doesn't want to stay in this lake all the time, being an ugly duckling who is ridiculed.

Finally, she followed the swans and started a new journey.

The toad was actually there all the time, and he had been hiding in the grass. From a very early age, he knew that sooner or later the swans would go. He has been looking forward to the day when his beloved will become a beautiful fairy and be recognized by more people. He was also afraid of this day because he would lose her...... The day finally came, and he didn't have the courage to send her, let alone face it.

The lake is calm again, and the ducks are still playing in the water every day, swaying forward with figure-eight steps. The toad still sings to the moon every night, but this song is like a cry, so that the bright moon also sinks to the bottom of the water, rippling in circles with the wind.

A "bang" of gunfire pierced the dawn. The toad, who had just woken up from hibernation, jumped into the water at the sound of gunfire. As he cautiously hid in the grass, his heart seemed to stop beating - it was a swan!

The swan was wounded and lay on the ground dying. Luckily, she landed on the grass in the middle of the lake and was able to avoid the hounds.

Due to climate change, the swans flew back to the lake with the team. Just as they were about to find a place to rest, they were ambushed by hunters. The companions scattered in all directions, leaving her wounded, and fell alone in the place where he once lived. The toad carefully bandaged her wounds, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You're crying. The swan wondered, "I've never seen you cry." ”

"Yes, I cried. Other people's ridicule and sarcasm can't make me cry, my crying is only because of you. ”

"Thank you for helping me stop the bleeding. ”

"But you're not healed yet. ”

"Yes, I think I'm too weak. If I can eat enough, I will regain some strength. ”

This is a difficult thing to do, and the toad is not capable of foraging for the swan. The toad was a little discouraged and felt that he was not worthy of loving a swan.

"Perhaps...... The Swan looked down and thought for a moment, then hesitated and said, "You can trick your brother frog over." ”

The swan's voice was soft, but the toad was startled. He looked at his skin, he was scarred, and he gave it to the swan, and the swan would feel disgusted. Looking at the swan's weak appearance, he shed tears again, without words, and turned away.

The swan lay quietly with its eyes closed, weak. Suddenly, there was one or two low chirps from the grass not far away, "quack, quack". When she opened her eyes, the grass was green, and it was a frog, and he pounced on it without hesitation, swallowing it.

After a long time, the swan felt some recovery and stood up.

As twilight approached, the toad had not returned, and the swan was ready to say hello before leaving. After all, the territory of the toad is not the same as the sky of the swan, and there are still many dangers here.

At this moment, she saw that in the grass where she had just found the frog, lay quietly the skin of a toad that had just faded.