Domestic fairy tales and children's literature can never compare with foreign ones.

This is said by a well-known master critic.

He also explained the difference between Chinese and foreign children's literature, because domestic children's literature will always spend a lot of time talking to children.

He also said that this is because most of the writers of fairy tales and children's literature in China are elderly.

However, he did not say that those old people, they are all afraid that if they go west one day, they will not be able to leave anything for the country they love so much.

Although they also know that adding big truths will affect the reader's reading experience, they also know that too many big truths can kill a best-selling novel that could have sold well.

But they will still write.

Even if they know that most of their final outcomes will be poverty, starvation and death on the sickbed, they will do their best to leave their own spirit and mark on the world.

Inherit the spirit, these four words.

It is also a unique feature of children's literature in this country.

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There was once a story of a lark and a tree.

In a dense forest, there is a happy little lark, and her best friend is a big tree.

She made an appointment with the big tree, and when she grew up and learned to sing, she would sing a song for the big tree.

Taiki smiled and agreed, saying that he would wait for her to grow up.

It's just that half a month later, humans discovered this forest.

Humans have removed the grass, cut down the trees, and they want to catch larks.

In order to cover the lark, he bravely stood up.

He shook the branch and told the little lark to run.

He also said that the little lark owed him a song that belonged to him.

……

The little lark flew away in tears.

She swore to the tree, saying that she would definitely come back in the future, would definitely find the tree, and would definitely sing the promised song to the tree.

However, when the lark grew up and learned to sing, he found that the forest in his memory had long since become a high-rise building.

In the place of the original tree, there is a statue of the city's developer.

She flew and flew around the city, looking for everything in her memory.

The first thing she saw was the little flower that used to laugh at her at the foot of the tree and couldn't sing, but now she was triumphant in a beautiful vase, and she didn't seem to know that she had only seven days to live without the soil.

The lark looked at the little flower and asked where the tree had gone.

Xiaohua tilted her head and didn't answer, but she asked her first, asking her who was more beautiful than herself in this beautiful vase.

When the lark said that she was prettier, she laughed and asked the lark to go to the zoo to find the little monkey that he used to like to hang on the tree, and ask him to tell her where the tree went.

The lark, nodded, flew over the high-rise buildings, and came to the crowded zoo, in which there was a real mountain and a real river.

There is a beautiful little monkey in the real mountain and real river.

The little monkey sat on the hill and stretched lazily.

At his feet, there are all kinds of fruits and snacks.

The originally bumpy face has also become rounded over the years.

The lark crossed the sea of people, the real mountains and rivers, and landed on the shoulders of the little monkeys.

She asked the little monkey where the tree had gone.

The little monkey didn't answer, he pointed to the snacks and fruits all over the ground, and asked the lark, does it matter where the big tree goes?

It probably doesn't matter.

If it were really important, this once simple little monkey would definitely give up the fruits and snacks all over the ground and follow the lark to find their good friend in the big tree.

If it was really important, he might even invite this once good friend lark to share the fruit together.

It's a pity that the little monkey only has fruit in his eyes, and he holds the fruit and urges the lark to go quickly.

He was afraid that she would compete with him for the fruit that humans had given him.

The lark, having lost all clues, flapped its wings again and continued to search for the tree.

She always had a premonition that the big tree was in the corner of the city, and she always had a premonition that sooner or later she would find the big tree and sing that promised song to him.

During the flight, she saw a woman who was always smiling outside and always crying when she came home.

During the flight, she saw a professional athlete who was devastated at home because he had lost a victory in an important competition, and he was always touching the gold medal and reminiscing about the past to himself.

During the flight, she also saw a cat and an old man, who actually taught the cat to play chess, and muttered about the things of the ancestors, which could not be lost.

She also saw a man and a woman, who were sitting together to eat and talk about their ideals about each other's futures, but the women never spoke.

She saw even more that the two women met, both with a small chess piece hidden in their hands, passing by like strangers.

Later, she couldn't fly at all.

She fell to the ground, and it seemed that she should not be able to fulfill her promise with the tree.

It was cold and windy.

In the past seven days, are Xiaohua and Xiaoxiao okay?

She began to sing the last song of her life.

The chirping sound, like the white bear she once saw on a girl's mobile phone, made people feel that something would always be out of step with the world.

In the midst of that chirping song, she seemed to see a fire in the distance.

In the light of the fire, she seemed to see the little flowers return to the soil.

It was as if I saw that the little monkey had also returned to the free forest.

And the girl who always cried when she came home, when she finally came home, she also started laughing.

By the way, there is also the athlete who collapsed because of the defeat in the competition, dropped the medal and started training, and he has to win back more medals.

And the old man who played chess with the cat also started playing chess with people.

As for the man and woman who said their dreams, they finally realized their dreams.

Of course, there are also the two women who passed by at the end, and the chess pieces they had been holding in their hands finally fell.

In the firelight, she seemed to see a big tree.

The once mighty tree seemed to have become about the size of hers.

The big tree that had protected her with its life appeared by her side at the moment when she was about to die.

He burns himself.

Just like that day, in order to protect himself, he desperately shook the branches.

She closed her eyes happily and contentedly.

The moment she closed her eyes, there was a match not far away, which also burned his life.

He also fell to the ground, accompanied by the lark.

The wind blew, and the warm ash covered the lark.

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"General."

Yang Zheng looked at the old man sitting opposite him who was holding a cat and was a little dumbfounded.

This old man actually killed him within ten steps.

And it seems that this is not all his strength.

"One more plate...?" Yang Zheng swallowed his saliva, lowered his head again, looked at the soldier in front of him who was killed and lost his armor, and said timidly.

"No problem." The old man laughed as he touched the cat in his arms, his face like a daisy, and when it opened, it looked like a rose.

Above them, two larks flew by.

This time, what are the two larks looking for?