Frederick, why don't you work? Asked the other voles.
"I have work to do." Frederick replied.
"So, what do you collect?"
I collect sunlight, colors and words.
"What?" The other voles were startled, looked at each other, thought it was a joke, and laughed.
Frederick ignored it and went on working.
When winter comes, it becomes very cold.
The other voles remembered Frederick and ran to him and asked him, "Frederick, how are you going to spend the winter?" What collection do you have? "
"You close your eyes first." Frederick said.
The voles are a little strange, but they close their eyes.
Frederick took out his first collection and said, "This is my sunshine."
The dark cave suddenly became sunny, and the vole felt very warm.
They asked again, "What about the color?"
Frederick began to describe red flowers, green leaves and yellow rice, so vividly that the voles really seemed to see the beautiful scene of the fields in summer.
They asked again, "So, what about your words?"
Frederick went on to tell a touching story, which fascinated the voles.
Finally, they became cheerful and shouted, "Frederick, you are really a poet!" " "
This is a story I heard on a language program. This is the coldest winter in years. I have just witnessed the performances of several profiteers, which proves that beauty and goodness may not overcome ugliness, and I can't tell which is colder inside or outside.
"They thought of Frederick!" The emotional female teacher said that my mood gradually changed with her narrative.
-sunshine, color, words!
How simple it is to collect the sunshine, colors, words and beautiful scenery in summer so as to warm your heart when winter comes, but how real it is!
Life is like four seasons, with ups and downs. No matter where you go, you will inevitably encounter unpleasant things. Therefore, spiritual strength and material reserves are equally important for survival.
They thought of Frederick, and in that cold winter, they thought of the beautiful scene of summer.
If there is no severe winter, we may not realize the value of summer; If there were no clowns, we might not see who our good friends are; If voles don't store food, they won't survive winter; If we don't pay attention to collecting happy fragments and build a solid spiritual defense, even a small setback is enough to freeze and wither our inner world.
The female teacher said it was an Italian fable, and I remembered a similar poem by China: The past is like a river reflected by the setting sun, and I collect the shining treasure in my heart.