Fairy tree edge 2
Everyone only praised the young lady's intelligence and good learning
Everyone only praised the young lady's intelligence and good learning, but did not know that she was quietly teaching the little tree demon to read and learn words. The little tree demon can not leave their own body, trapped in this small courtyard, do not know how the earthly world outside the courtyard when. "I don't know, I'm never allowed to leave the courtyard." She turned the pages of the book in her hand and said to him seriously, "But A Zhang, I heard the teacher say that if you can read and write, you do not have to go out of this courtyard, you can also know what the world is like." The little tree demon nodded in agreement, and there seemed to be warmth surging in his heart. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the public. *** After a few more years, the low tree's body size gradually exceeded the wall, growing like a blue cloud, branches and leaves, the tree demon has also changed into a shy and innocent teenager look. As for the previous girl also grew into a young girl, gradually have some of the quiet of a lady, originally fat round face thin into a goose egg tip, with almond eyes and cherry lips, vaguely a beauty embryo. The young man will sometimes leap on the high canopy, look outside the walls of the city look, and then will see the pillow river home, water port small bridge one by one to tell the girl, although he can see and tell the scene is not too far away from the walls, the girl still listened enthusiastically, often smile between the eyebrows is full of joy. This time the tree demon teenagers often do not dare to look straight at her. Because a pair of her bright eyes, the heart will be inexplicably throbbing, difficult to quell. Later, the girl and more through some sense of proportion, know that the tree demon boy and mortals are different, it is not good to let others notice his presence, they must act more restrained and careful than in the past. But in fact, she does not have to deliberately avoid anything, as she grew older, she gradually lost the ability to touch the boy, and sometimes even the other side of the voice is not clear. They can't be as close as when they were young, the girl can no longer teach the boy to read and read poetry, the boy can't say how to listen to the girl outside the walls. But at least, they can still see each other. The servants in this courtyard all know that the lady of the house has always loved this camphor, often sitting under the tree to embroider and play the qin, cool rest. For countless summer evenings, the heat was not yet gone, but as long as a young lady sat under the tree, the canopy would cast a refreshing shade with the unique fragrance of the camphor. The young lady tilted her head and met the eyes of the tree demon boy sitting on the tree canopy. The two smiled together, warm and tacit understanding. *** If possible, the tree demon boy only wish this peaceful years can stay here, just like he as a tree, growing in the courtyard, from then on will not move to other places. Unfortunately, mortals and trees are different, they always come and go, can not stay somewhere forever. In a flash, the young girl grew into a big girl, to the age of marriage, the family booked her a stable marriage, marriage matters began to plan up, soon to send her out of court. This is the helpless fate of women in ancient times, no one can resist. The girl did not know the groom who was engaged to her, but she could not object to this, and no one cared whether she wanted to marry or not. And according to custom, the courtyard of the camphor tree, should be felled into a box to store the dowry, accompanied by her to the husband's home. The tree demon's roots are weak, and if it loses the body to which it can cling, it will be destroyed in form and spirit.
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Kitten's dream
Once upon a time, there was a cute little cat who was wandering around the city with his mother, and was always bullied by other stray cats. Once the mother and son passed by the window of a house, and through the glass window, the kitten saw the TV in the house showing the image of a big tiger catching its prey, and it was envious of the majestic appearance. When he looked at his own reflection on the glass window, although he was very small, he had similar tiger stripes and size to the tiger on TV. The kitten got excited and meowed loudly to his mother: "My dream is to be a big tiger when I grow up! Then no one will dare to bully us anymore! The mother cat smiled and said yes, brought the half fish she had just found to the kitten and told it to eat well. You have to eat a little bit more to grow up to be a big tiger. That's what the mother cat said. From then on, the kitten ate every meal and tried to follow its mother to learn how to observe, lurk, jump and catch prey. Because the cat mother said that these are also the skills of the big tiger, and must learn them well. Although the kitten learns hard, sometimes it can't help but feel so hard that it falls down on the grass and meows. He says, "Mom, it's so hard to be a big tiger. His mother licked his head tenderly and said, "But if it is too easy to realize your dream, then it is not a dream anymore. The kitten believed his mother's words, so he gathered his energy and practiced the skills she taught him even harder. The mother cat always watched with a smile on her face and gave her encouragement: "Come on, my little tiger. Gradually, the kitten grew up and did not have to stay with its mother every day from morning to night. Sometimes the mother went out for food and the kitten stayed in a small park in an old neighborhood and continued to practice how to hunt like a big tiger. One evening, someone came to walk in the park with their big dog, who saw the kitty practicing alone in the grass and asked him what he was doing. I was practicing how to be a big tiger. The kitty tilted its head and answered seriously and proudly. The big dog couldn't help but laugh: Little fool, only the children of big tigers can become big tigers when they grow up, you are a cat, even if you grow up, you are still a cat, how can you become a tiger? The little cat was surprised. The mother cat had never said such a thing to her. It turned out that the world was not what it thought it was. When the mother cat came back with food, she saw the kitten sitting in the grass with its ears hanging down and a sullen look, so she went over and asked it what was wrong. When the kitten looked up, it was furious and mewed loudly at the mother: "Mom, why did you lie to me? You are not a tiger yourself, and what you taught me is not something only a tiger can do! The mother cat was silent for a while before replying: Sorry, son, mommy lied to you, but mommy didn't mean to do it, she just saw you so happy because you had such a dream and couldn't bear to let you down. But the angry kitten couldn't listen to her and ran away, ignoring her mother's anxious shouting behind her. The mother cat couldn't catch up with her. After all, the kitten was young, while the mother herself was getting old. The kitten then began to wander alone, and it was only then that it realized that life without the shelter of its mother was even more difficult than it had thought, and that it had to do its best just to survive. It has been wounded, has escaped, has had days when it could not find food and was so hungry that it fainted, and has also had late at night in a thunderstorm, helplessly hiding under the eaves of a house that would leak, shivering in the cold wind. At that moment, the kitten suddenly remembered that she had experienced similar heavy rain before, when she was snuggled up with her mother cat, and although the wind was cold, it was always better to share the warmth with her mother cat. The kitten began to regret and felt guilty. Although Mama Cat was just an ordinary cat, not a big tiger, the way she cared for and taught herself when she took her wanderings in this city was a hundred times better looking and more powerful than a big tiger. Mommy, I'm sorry. The kitty buried its face in its paws. I miss you so much, where are you? But the city is so big, where is the mother cat? The kitten didn't know and didn't find out. He could only practice the skills his mother had taught him over and over again, using them as his livelihood, catching prey, hiding from enemies, and fighting against the hardships of life. Day by day, the once small cat has finally grown into a big adult cat. This big cat, with its athletic body, beautiful pattern, and the other stray cats are intimidated by the fighting skills. It became the lord of an old neighborhood, and all stray cats would show respect to it. From time to time, it also came to patrol its territory on sunny afternoons, walking not on the ground, but jumping between the roofs of successive old houses. Even if some of the roofs are far away from each other, it doesn't matter, the big cat will jump in style, stretching its graceful body in the air and then landing lightly on another piece of roof. Just like the mother cat did back then. And at some moment when she was up in the air, the big cat heard a human girl exclaiming to her friend: "Look at that cat, he's as handsome as a tiger cub! For some reason, the big cat, who had suffered a lot from life and had always been tough, suddenly wanted to cry a little. Perhaps it was because at that moment, his mother's kind smile appeared in front of his eyes, and the words of encouragement: "Go for it, my little tiger.
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One Unchecked Box
"Republished" because it was the only way to add the embed for the newly recorded audio version of this story due to the Top Story badge. Plus it serves as a nice, informal announcement of the podcast's revival for another season (go subscribe!):
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A quiet reminder
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