The first story about a mirror and its fragments

Please note! Now we are going to start talking. When we hear the end of this story, we will know more things than we are now, because he is a very bad little devil. He is the worst guy because he is a devil. One day he is very happy because he created a mirror. This mirror has a characteristic: that is, when all good and beautiful things are reflected in it, they shrink into a ball and become vanished; but some worthless and ugly things will appear prominent and look worse than the original form. The most beautiful scenery in this mirror will be like boiled spinach; the best people either appear to be hated, or they are head down, feet up, without a body, face deformed, and cannot be recognized. If you have a freckle, you don't have to doubt that it can be expanded to cover your nose and mouth.

The devil said: This is really interesting. When a pious and kind thought appears in a person's heart, it appears in the mirror as a toothy smile. So the devil laughs proudly at his clever invention. Those who have entered the devil's school—for he opened a school—promote wherever he goes, saying that a miracle has happened now. They say that for the first time people can see the world and the true face of mankind. They run around with this mirror, making no country or nation have ever been distorted. Now they want to fly to the sky to ridicule Angel or "our God". The higher the mirror and they fly, the more it will be.

There was a strange smile. They could hardly hold it. They flew higher and higher, approaching God and Angel; so the mirror and its strange smile began to shake terriblely, causing it to fall from their hands to the ground, falling into hundreds of millions, hundreds of billions and countless pieces. In this way, the mirror did something even more unfortunate than before, because many pieces were smaller than sand. They flew around the world, and as long as they flew into people's eyes, they would stick there without moving. These people looked wrong in anything, or only saw the bad side of things, because each small piece still had the magic of the entire mirror. Some people even hid such a piece of fragments in their hearts, and unfortunately, the heart turned into ice.

Some fragments are large enough to make glass on the window, but it is inappropriate to see your friends through such glass. Some fragments are made into glasses. If people want to wear such glasses to see things correctly or judge things fairly, it is not right. This will cause the devil to laugh and make his stomach laugh because he feels very happy about such things. However, there are a few pieces of fragments flying around in the air outside. Let's listen now!

The second story is a little boy and a little girl

In a big city, there are so many houses and residents, and there is so few space. People don’t even have a small garden. As a result, most people have to be content with the flowers planted in the pots. There are two poor children living here, and they have a garden slightly larger than the pots. They are not brothers and sisters, but they are very dear, just like brothers and sisters. Their parents live in two lofts facing each other. The roofs of the two families are almost connected together; there is a gutter under the two eaves; there is a small window in each room. People can get through this window and that window as long as they go through it.

The parents of the two families each had a big box, with a small rose and the vegetables they needed. The roses in both boxes were very beautiful. Now the two parents placed the box horizontally on the gutter, and the ends of the box almost stood against the windows on both sides, as if two embankments full of flowers. Pea vines hung on the box, and the roses stretched out long branches. They were wrapped around the windows and wrapped around each other, almost like an Arc de Triomphe made of green leaves and flowers. Because the box was placed very high, the children knew that they could not climb onto it casually, but sometimes they got permission to climb up, and the two walked together and sat on a small stool under the roses. They could have fun here.

This kind of entertainment is over in winter. The windows are often filled with ice. But at this time they heat a copper plate on the stove, stick it on the window glass, and dissolve a small, round peeping hole! Behind the peeping hole in each window is a beautiful, gentle eyeball looking at it. This is the little boy and the little girl. The boy's name is Gay; the girl is Gerda.

In summer, they can come together with just one jump; but in winter, they have to walk down a large ladder first and then climb up a large ladder. Snowflakes are flying outside.

"That's the white bees gathering," said the old grandmother.

"Do they also have a queen?" asked the little boy. Because he knew that there was a queen in the real bee colony.

"Yes, they have one!" said grandmother. "Where is the most dense place, she will fly in. She is the largest bee. She never lives quietly in this world; she will fly into the dense bee swarm in a while. She often flies through the streets of the city on winter nights and looks into the windows. There are strange ice cubes on the windows, as if they are blooming."

"Yes, I've seen this!" the two children said in unison. They knew it was true.

"Can Queen of Snow come here?" the little girl asked.

"As long as you let her in," said the boy, "I'll ask her to sit on the warm stove, and she will melt into water."

But my grandmother took his hair a little and told some other stories.

In the evening, when the little Gai was at home and halfway took off his clothes, he climbed to the chair by the window and looked out from the small peeping hole. Several snowflakes fell slowly outside, and the largest among them fell on the edge of the flower box. The snowflake grew bigger and bigger, and finally became a woman. She was wearing the thinnest white veil woven like countless stars. She was very beautiful and delicate, but she was formed by ice cubes - shining and shining ice cubes. However, she had life: her eyes were glowing, like two bright stars; but there was no peace or quiet in her eyes. She nodded and waved to Gai. The little boy became scared. He jumped out of the chair and felt that there was a giant bird flying past outside the window.

The next day there was a frost... and then it was thawing... Spring was coming. The sun shone, green buds emerged, swallows built their nests, windows opened, and the children sat high in the small garden on the rooftop gutters.

The roses bloomed very beautifully this summer! The little girl read a hymn, and it mentioned the roses. When talking about the roses, she couldn't help but think of her own flowers. So she sang this hymn to the little boy, and he also sang:

The roses grow lushly in the valley,

There we meet the Holy Infant Jesus.

These two little guys held hands, kissed the roses, looked at the glorious sun of God, and spoke to it, as if the Holy Infant Jesus was there. What a clear summer! Outside, among the rose bushes, everything was so beautiful - these roses seemed to bloom forever!

Gai and Gerda sat and looked at the album of birds and animals. At this time, the bell on the cathedral tower struck five times. So Gai said, "Ah! Something pierced my heart! Something fell into my eyes!"

The little girl hugged his neck. He blinked. No, he saw nothing.

"I think nothing!" he said. But it was not the case. What fell was a piece of glass that cracked from the mirror. We still remember it clearly. It was a magic mirror, an ugly glass. It reflected all the great and kind things in slight and abomination, but it highlighted all the vulgar and sinful things, and at the same time brought everyone attention to the shortcomings of each thing. Poor little Gayi also had such a piece of fragments in his heart, and his heart immediately became like ice. He was not unhappy, but the fragments were hidden in his heart.

"Why are you crying?" he asked. "This makes you look so ugly! I don't like this at all. Bah!" He suddenly shouted: "That rose was eaten by the insect! Look, this one has grown crooked! They are indeed some ugly roses! They really look like the box that planted them!"

So he kicked the box hard and pulled out all the two roses.

"Gayi, what are you doing?" the little girl shouted.

As soon as he saw her in panic, he immediately pulled out another rose. So he jumped into his window and let the gentle little Gerda stay outside.

When she followed her in with the picture album, he said that the book was only for the children who were breastfeeding. When grandmother was telling stories, he always inserted a "but..." in. Whenever he had the chance, he secretly followed her, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and speaking like her: he learned very skillfully, which made everyone laugh at him. Soon he learned to imitate the conversation and walking of pedestrians on the street. Gayi would imitate any strange and ugly things in people. Everyone said: "This child must have a special mind!" However, this was all because of a piece of glass hidden in his eyes and a piece of glass hidden in his heart. He even ridiculed the little Gerda-the Gerda who loved him wholeheartedly.

His game was obviously a little different from before, and he played much smarter than before. On a winter day, when the snowflakes were flying, he walked out with a magnifying glass and lifted the hem of his blue top to let the snowflakes fall on it.

"Gerda, come and take a look at this mirror!" he said.

Each snowflake is enlarged, like a beautiful flower, or a star with six sharp corners. It is really wonderful.

"Look, how clever it is!" said Gayi. "It's much more interesting than real flowers: there's nothing wrong with it - as long as they don't melt, they're very neat."

After a while, Gayi walked over with a sled in thick gloves. He shouted into Gelda's ear, "My box is allowed to go to the square - many other children are playing there." So he left.

In the square, the boldest children often tied their sled behind the countryman's carriage and then sat on the sled for a long time. They ran very happily. While they were playing, a big sled sled came over. It was snow-white, and there was a man wearing a thick-haired white leather robe and a thick-haired white hat. The sled sledded twice around the square. So Jiayi quickly tied his sled to it and slid with it. It slipped faster and faster, and slid all the way to a nearby street. The man on the sled turned around and nodded kindly to Jiayi. They seemed to know each other. Every time when Jiayi wanted to untie it, he wanted to untie it. The man on the sled turned around and nodded kindly to Jiayi. They seemed to know each other.

When he was on his little sled, the man nodded to him again; so Jiayi sat down again. Thus, they kept slid out of the city gate. At this time, the snowflakes were densely underground, and the child could not see his fingers, but he was still sliding forward. He now quickly loosened the rope and wanted to get rid of the big sled. But it was useless. His little sled was tied tightly. They slid forward like the wind. At this time, he shouted loudly, but no one paid attention to him. The snowflakes were flying, and the sleds were flying. They jumped up from time to time, as if flying through fences and ditches. He was very scared. He missed and prayed, but he only remembered the multiplication table.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Finally, the snowflakes looked like huge white chickens. The big sled suddenly jumped to the side and stopped. The sled man stood up. The man's leather jacket and hat were made of snowflakes. It turned out to be a woman, tall and slim, with white light all over her body. She was the Snow Queen.

"We're gliding well," she said, "but you're shivering from the cold, are you? Come into my leather jacket."

She carried him into her sled and let him sit beside her, and she wrapped him in her leather jacket. He seemed to have fallen into a snow pile.

"Do you still feel cold?" she asked, kissing his forehead.

Ah! This kiss was colder than ice! It kept penetrated into his half of his heart, which had become ice - he felt like he was about to die. But this feeling didn't last long and immediately felt comfortable. He no longer felt the cold around him.

"My sled! Don't forget my sled!"

This was the first thing he thought of. It was already tied firmly to a white chicken, and the broiler was flying behind them with a sled. The Snow Queen kissed Gayi again. From then on, he completely forgot about the little Gerda, grandmother and everyone in the family.

"You don't need any kiss anymore," she said, "because I'll kiss you to death if you want it again."

Gai looked at her. She was so beautiful that he could no longer imagine a more beautiful and intelligent face. Unlike the way she used to be when she sat outside the window, she was not like snow at all. In his eyes, she was perfect; he was not afraid at all. He told her that he could calculate mentally, and even scores; he knew the entire area of ​​the country and the residents. She just smiled. At this time, he seemed to feel that what he knew was still

Not too much. He looked up at the vast sky; she took him to fly over the dark clouds. The storm was blowing, howling, as if singing ancient songs. They flew through the woods and lakes, and across the sea and land; beneath them, the cold wind was roaring, the jackals were whistling, and the snowflakes were shimmering. A group of screaming crows flew above. But a bright moon was brighter, and Gayi looked at it all the long winter night. At dawn he fell asleep at his feet behind the snow.

The third story is a garden of a woman who can do magic

When Gay was not back, what was the little Gerda feeling? Where did he go? No one knew, and no one brought any news. Some boys told her that they saw him tie the sled to a beautiful big sled, opened the streets, and slid out of the city gate. No one knew where he was. Many people shed tears, and the little Gerda cried for a long time, and was particularly sad. Later, everyone thought he was dead - fell into the river flowing through the city and drowned. Oh, what a dark and long winter day it was!

Now spring is coming with the warm sunshine.

"Gayi is dead, gone!" said the little Gerda.

"I don't believe it!" said Sunlight.

"He is dead and gone!" she said to Yanzi.

"I don't believe it!" they replied. In the end, Little Gerda himself didn't believe it anymore.

"I will wear my new red shoes," she said one morning, "that pair of shoes that Gayi had never seen before. Then I went to the river to look for him!"

It was still early at this time. She kissed her grandmother who was still sleeping, so she put on her red shoes and walked out of the city alone to the river.

"Did you really take my dear playmate away? If you return him to me, I will give you these red shoes!"

She seemed to feel that the waves were nodding at her strangely. So she took off her favorite thing, the red shoes. She threw the shoes into the river. But they fell very close to the shore, and the waves drove them back to the shore and returned them to her. The river seemed unwilling to accept her beloved thing because it did not take away her dear Gay. But she thought she had thrown the shoes far enough. So she got into a boat parked in the reeds. She went to the other end of the boat and threw the shoes out. But the boat was not tied, and she moved the boat away from the shore. As soon as she discovered this, she wanted to leave the boat quickly, but before she reached the other end, the boat had already left the shore with an Aaron 1 far away. It floated faster than before.

The little Gerda was very scared and began to cry. But no one could hear her except the sparrow; and the sparrow could not send her back to land. However, they flew along the river bank and sang songs, as if to comfort her: "We are here! We are here!" The boat went downstream. The little Gerda was wearing only socks on her feet and sat still. Her little red shoes floated behind her. But they couldn't float beside the boat, because the boat walked very fast.

The two sides of the shore are very beautiful. There are beautiful flowers and ancient trees on the shore, and there are hillsides where cattle and sheep are placed, but there is no one.

"Maybe this river will send me to Little Gay." Gerda thought.

This made her mood a little better. She stood up and looked at the beautiful green river banks on both sides for a long time. Soon she came to a large cherry orchard. There was a small house with some strange blue and red windows, and a thatched roof. Outside were two wooden soldiers: they saluted all those passing by on the boat.

Gerda called them because she thought they were real soldiers. Of course they would not answer. She came near them, and the river had already floated the boat to the shore.

Gerda shouted louder. At this time, a very old woman walked out with a cane: she was wearing a big straw hat with many beautiful flowers painted on it.

"You poor little baby!" said the old woman, "How could you float so far on this rolling river?"

So the old woman walked into the water, hooked the boat with a crutch, dragged it to the shore, and carried the little Gerda down.

Gerda was very happy, now back on land, but she was a little afraid of the strange old lady.

"Come on, tell me who you are? How did you come here?" she said, Gerda told her everything. The old woman shook her head and said, "Hmph! Humph!" When Gerda finished everything and asked her if she had seen Xiao Jiayi, the old woman said that he hadn't been here yet, but he would definitely come. Gerda should not be too sad. She could taste the cherries and see the flowers. They were better than any picture album, because they could tell a story. So she took Gerda's hand and took her to the small house and locked the door.

The windows were open very high; the glass was painted with red, blue and yellow. The sunlight came in wonderfully, illuminating many different colors. There were many of the best cherries on the table. Gerda tried to eat as much as possible because she could eat a little more. When she was eating, the old woman used a gold comb to comb her hair. Her hair was fashionable in a long list of beautiful yellow circles, hanging down on her kind little face, like blooming roses.

"I have long wished for a cute little girl like you," said the old woman. "Now you see, how we will live happily together!"

When the old woman was combing her hair, she gradually forgot her playmate Gai, because this old woman could use magic, but she was not a vicious witch. She was just playing a little trick for her own entertainment, and at the same time she wanted to keep the little Gerda. So she now walked into the garden and pointed at all the roses with her cane. Although these flowers were beautiful, they fell to the dark ground in a short while: no one could tell where they were. The old woman was afraid: if Gerda saw the roses, she would think of her own flowers, and therefore she would remember the little Gerda and would definitely run away.

She now led Gerda to the garden. Hi! How fragrant and beautiful it is! It is full of flowers that people can imagine and the flowers of each season: no album is so colorful, so beautiful. Gerda jumped happily. She played until the sun sets behind the high cherry trees. So she went to a beautiful bed to sleep; the duck down quilt was made of red silk and there were blue violets inside. She fell asleep here, having some strange dreams, like a queen on her wedding day.

There was a long wooden board hanging from the rope among the trees. This was a swing. Two beautiful little girls, wearing snow-white clothes and hats with long green ribbons, were sitting on it to play the swing. Their brother stood on the swing, holding the rope with his arms to stabilize himself, because he held a small plate with one hand and a mud cigarette holder with the other. He was blowing soap bubbles. The swing flew up, and the colorful and beautiful soap bubbles flew up. The last soap bubble was still hanging on the cigarette holder, swaying in the wind. The swing was flying; a little black dog as light as a soap bubble stood up with his hind legs and wanted to climb onto the swing. The swing continued to fly, and the puppy rolled down, yelled, and angry. Everyone laughed at it, and the soap bubble burst. A flying swing board and a burst bubble - this is my song!

"The story you told may be very pleasant, but you told it so miserably, and you didn't mention the little Gayi."

What did Hyacinth say?

There were three beautiful, transparent and delicate sisters in the past. The first one was wearing red clothes, the second one was wearing blue clothes, and the third was wearing white clothes. They were dancing in the bright moonlight, holding hands and holding hands in a quiet lake. They were not mountain monsters. They were the daughters of the world. The air was filled with sweet fragrance! These girls disappeared in the woods. The fragrance of the three girls became stronger. The three beautiful girls lying inside them. Flowworms flew over them, like small flying lights. The dancing girls were sleeping or dead. The fragrance of the flowers said they were dead, and at the same time, the dusk bell was making a sound of mourning!

"You made me feel so sad," said the little Gelda. "I can't help but think of the dead girls with such a strong fragrance. Hi, is the little Gayi really dead? The roses have been seen underground, and they say no."

"Ding! Ding!" Hyacinth's bell rang. "We are not ringing for the little Gai-we don't know him! We are just singing our songs-the only song we know."

Gerda walked to the golden phoenix flower. The flower smiled in the glittering green leaves.

"You are a shining sun," said Gerda. "Please tell me, if you know, where can I find my playmate?"

The golden phoenix flower radiated beautiful brilliance and glanced at Gerda again. What song could the golden phoenix flower sing? This song has nothing to do with Jiayi.

In a small courtyard, the sun of our God shines warmly on the first day of spring. Its light slid on the white walls of the neighbor's house. Nearby, the first yellow flower bloomed, shining like gold in the warm sunshine. The old grandmother sat on the chair outside the door, and her granddaughter - a very beautiful poor little girl - was returning home for a short visit. She kissed her grandmother. This happy kiss contained gold, gold in her heart. Her lips were gold, her whole body was gold, and this morning was also gold. This! This is my story!

Golden Phoenix Flower said.

"My poor grandmother!" Gerda sighed and said. "Yes, she must be missing me and worried about me, just as she was worried about the little Gai. But I am going home soon and take Gai home with her. There is no use in asking about these flowers. They only know how to sing their own songs, and they can't tell me any news!" So she tied her little shirt up so that she could run faster. But when she jumped over the daffodil, the flowers tripped her legs. She stopped to look at the long flower and asked, "Maybe you know some news?"

So she bent down to the flower. What did the flower say?

I can see myself! I can see myself! My God! My God! How fragrant I am! There is a little dancer standing in the small top floor: she stands on one leg and on two legs. Her heels dance around the world. She is just an illusion. She pours water from a teapot to a piece of her cloth - this is her tight-fitting clothes - it is a good habit to love cleaning! Her white robe is hung on a nail. It is also washed in the teapot and dried on the roof: she put on this clothes and wrapped an orange turban around her neck, which makes the clothes look whiter. Her legs are raised. Look at the look of her standing on one leg. I can see myself! I can see myself!

"This did not intrigue me at all!" Gerda said. "It means nothing to me!" So she ran to the end of the garden. The door was locked. But she twisted the rusty lock, and the lock loosened and the door opened automatically. So the little Gerda ran outside with a pair of barefoots. She looked back three times, and no one was chasing her. In the end, she couldn't run anymore and sat down on a big rock. When she looked around, summer had passed - it was late autumn. In that beautiful garden, people didn't notice this - there was always sunlight and flowers of all seasons.
To be continued...