Listen to mom tell a story.

Listen to my mother's story 1 It was a summer evening, and my cousin and I went for a walk by the lake with my mother. There was a cool breeze all the way. We sang and danced while walking under the street lamp, and came to a meadow. We had a whim and pestered our mother to tell us stories. Mother is stubborn, but we have to agree. With a shout, everyone gathered around their mother, sitting on the grass, cocked their heads and quietly waiting for her to talk.

Mother sat down in the middle of the vegetable lawn and began to tell it vividly. Mom said that a long time ago, a turtle and a rabbit had an argument. They all say that they run faster than each other, and no one is convinced. So, they decided to fight it out through the competition. After determining the route, they started running. The rabbit sprang to the front and led all the way. Seeing that the tortoise was far behind, it was very proud and completely relaxed. The rabbit thinks it doesn't matter if he has a rest under the tree. I wonder if the tortoise will catch up with me. So, it lay under the big tree and fell asleep soon. Although the tortoise climbed slowly, it kept trying to climb forward. Finally, it slowly caught up with the rabbit and climbed to the finish line. Incredibly, it defeated the rabbit and became the champion of the competition. At this time, the rabbit woke up and found that the tortoise had reached the finish line. He lost. The rabbit regretted it, but the failure was irreversible.

Hearing this, my cousin and I looked disappointed. How come... Mother said earnestly that modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind. This is what this story tells us.

Listen to my mother tell a story 2 Today, my mother told me a story. The name of the story is Wolf.

After listening to this story, I understand a truth. The content of the story is that once upon a time there was a child herding sheep. He has a bad habit, that is, he likes lying. One day, he was herding sheep on the hillside and made another mistake of lying. He shouted, "The wolf is coming! The wolf is coming! " Hearing this, the nearby farmer uncle quickly put down his work and ran to save him. But when everyone came breathlessly, they found that there were no wolves here at all. It was that child who lied to everyone. Seeing that everyone had been cheated, the child herding sheep not only did not repent, but found it very interesting and laughed. Later, the same thing happened two or three times, each time fooling others. Because the shepherd boy always lies and cheats, people are increasingly disappointed in him. One day, the shepherd boy drove the sheep to the hillside to eat grass. This time, a wolf really came and wanted to eat the lamb. The child who was herding sheep was frightened and shouted for help: "the wolf is coming!" The wolf is coming! " The nearby farmer uncle thought that the child was lying again and refused to be cheated again. Then the wolf ate all the sheep.

After the story was finished, my mother asked me how I felt after listening to it. I said to my mother, "that boy who is herding sheep likes to lie. He is always cheating, and everyone doesn't believe him." When he really meets a wolf, no one will come to save him. " Mother added: "You are a primary school student and a young pioneer now. You should learn to understand the truth, not only not to lie, but also to help other students live and study. Let's be honest and sensible children together! "

Listening to my mother tell stories 3 On weekdays, I like listening to my mother tell stories very much. Tonight, I begged my mother to tell me stories, so my mother told me some stories about her and the red scarf.

My mother told me that my mother spent her primary school days at her grandmother's house in Changxing. At that time, it was very difficult to join the young pioneers. First, you must write an application and be required to study hard and observe discipline. I remember that it was the second grade, and only six students in one class joined the Young Pioneers in the first batch and stood under the podium to take the oath. My mother is very honored and excited. At that time, the conditions were not as good as now. If you throw away the red scarf, it will be very inconvenient to wear another one. The students cherish the red scarf very much. When you sleep at night, you should fold the red scarf neatly and put it under the pillow. When you go to school the next morning, you should tie it square on your chest.

What I remember most is that five or six students in her class formed a "helping group" and went to the home of a five-guarantee old man in the village to help grandparents sweep the floor, clean the table and clean the stove. My mother also went to the river to fetch water with a classmate. Because she was young and weak, she staggered all the way, leaving only half a bucket of water in the old man's house. Even so, I still feel that my mother has a great sense of accomplishment.

Many flowers are planted in the old man's yard. Once, when everyone was busy, my grandparents cut a big bunch of ten sisters' Chinese rose flowers for each classmate and held a big bunch of flowers. My mother felt flattered.

In front of my eyes, I seem to see such a scene: my mother and a small classmate "hey hey" to carry water, with a smile on their faces and a red scarf floating in the wind. Grandparents looked at them with a smile and kept boasting: "You are really good children!" " "

I thought to myself: mom is excellent and I am proud! Like my mother, I am also a young pioneer. I want to learn from my mother, do my homework carefully, help my mother do housework more when I have time, set an example for class cadres in school, and win glory for the red scarf.

After listening to my mother's story for four hours, I listened to her story with great excitement every night. In the beautiful story, I know the brave and fearless Dong Cunrui, the beautiful and kind Snow White, and the lovely little red riding hood. ...

When I was three years old, my mother often played the story of "Wolf and Seven Lambs" with me. She took out a gray raincoat to cover herself and became a wolf, while I became a child. "Lao Lang" said in a hoarse and evil voice, "Open the door quickly, I'm mom!" Hearing the sound, my hand trembled, and then I cried with a "wow". Mom quickly took off her gray raincoat and patted me on the back and said, "Oh, don't cry, it's mom!" " "Things always end like this.

When I was four and a half years old, I liked to watch Bunny in the illustration. Every time I begged my mother to speak, my mother spoke vividly like an announcer. When the wolf was caught by the tail, I jumped from the sofa to the ground, dancing excitedly and completely immersed in the story.

When I was five years old, my mother taught me to read ancient poems. Every time I read Goose, Goose, Goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange, my mother swaggered like a goose, which made me laugh and sang loudly like a goose. My mother smiled when she saw me like that. "At the age of fifteen, I joined the army and began to return at the age of eighty. People in the village, who is at home? " After reading this, my mother played a man who came back from the battlefield, hunched over with a cane and asked passers-by where their home was. Seeing this, tears rolled in my eyes and said, "Mom, stop acting, stop acting."

I haven't heard my mother tell a story for a long time. I really want to go back to the happy time when I was hiding in my mother's arms and listening to stories!

Listening to Mom's Story 5 Time flies like a wheel. In a blink of an eye, our motherland and hometown have gone through 30 years of reform and opening up. 1978 grandpa Deng plans to develop the economy in the southeast coastal areas, the country's reform and opening up, the establishment of special economic zones, and the rapid economic development in China. This is an extraordinary 30 years. The motherland rises, the economy takes off, and the people live a well-off life. As a small town in Shandong, my hometown has undergone earth-shaking changes. High-rise buildings have sprung up, all kinds of cars are parked on the road, and all kinds of living facilities are perfect ... My hometown has developed for 30 years, and the progress is reflected in all aspects, although I only spent 165438+.

I can't believe my eyes when I think of the past and look at the present. Listening to their mothers talk about their childhood, it is difficult to eat normal meals, and even some families with difficulties eat less and wear less clothes, and the children scream with hunger. At that time, the source of income was two dollars to pick a chicken's ass. The food distributed by the production team alone can't fill the stomach. Let alone let the children go to school. Everyone lights kerosene lamps, but they can't afford candles.

It was not until Grandpa Deng proposed that some people should get rich first and the rural areas should be distributed to households that the problem of food and clothing for farmers was solved. Every family has built a new house and used electric lights and telephones. Only children can study in the spacious and bright classroom. With the deepening of reform, rural and urban development is getting faster and faster, and the conditions are getting better and better. Especially in recent years, that is, the years witnessed by our generation, people's lives have been continuously improved. In our life, high-rise buildings are being built everywhere. Every household is not only upstairs and downstairs, lights and telephones, but also the internet and cars have become ordinary household tools. Some families even have several sets of networks, cars and houses. With the development of economy and society, education is also progressing. As long as the children in every family are willing to study and study hard, they will have the opportunity to enter higher education institutions now. This is something that our parents can't even think about!

Reform and opening up have created a rich, powerful and beautiful Shandong. In this era full of opportunities and challenges, our generation of happy people should study hard, strive to become talents, and serve the motherland and repay the society with their own practical actions when they grow up. composition

Listening to my mother telling stories 6 When I was in kindergarten, what I wanted most every night was to snuggle up in my mother's arms and listen to her telling stories vividly. Following the story of * * * I have been to the frozen Antarctic, visited the colorful seabed, chatted with the first generation of king Qin Shihuang, and herded sheep in Lake Baikal with Su Wu who was loyal to the festival ... Every night, I closed my eyes and fell asleep contentedly in my mother's beautiful story.

I remember it was the summer vacation of 20xx, and it was very hot. Every step people take, white smoke will come out under their feet, and the hot sun will scorch people's tongues. It may be because the weather is too hot, or for other reasons, * * *' s throat suddenly swells badly, making it difficult to speak.

In the evening, I didn't take a shower as quickly as usual, and I lay happily in bed waiting for my mother to take me into the world of stories with a book in her hand. But a person quietly, some unhappy, slowly took a bath, casually took a picture book and sat on the bed. How I wish my voice could get better at once! My mother has been telling me about Roland's cabin on the grassland these days. Last night, she told me that it was time to tell me that Roland's father met a Arsag man tonight. I like listening to Indian stories best. The Alsager are a tribe of Indians. What will they do to Roland's father? Roland and their fate? How I want to know quickly! But why did mom suddenly get laryngitis? I'm sure I have no stories to hear today. Looking through picture books alone, I am disappointed. At this time, the door was gently pushed open and my mother came in with a smile. She has a glass of water in her hand and a cabin on the grassland under her arm.

"Mom, are you better?" I looked up at her eagerly.

"Better." Mother's voice is soft and rustling, just like the sound of a breeze blowing leaves.

"Then you can continue to tell me the story of the cabin? I want to hear it now! Tell it now! " I asked eagerly.

Mother smiled and nodded, put down her glass, peeled off a golden voice treasure and put it in her mouth. She sat by the bed, opened her book and spoke softly. My mother speaks very softly and slowly. If she can't say a few words, she needs a drink of water. It took her twice as long to finish what she had to say in the past ten minutes. I listened carefully. The book says that Arsag people are very friendly to the Roland family. As long as the Roland family doesn't hurt them, there will be no trouble. My hanging heart for the Roland family finally fell.

I slept soundly the night after the story bath.

Although two or three years have passed, I can read fluently by myself, but I am still grateful when I think of those nights listening to stories! Thank you, my good mother!

When I was very young, I liked listening to my mother tell that beautiful story best. She told the story vividly.

When I was a child, I liked listening to my mother tell me stories about ugly ducklings. Mother speaks of mother duck, and her voice is kind and gentle; When you say ugly duckling, your voice is very nice; When it comes to kittens and cocks, their voices are very proud and vivid. I like my mother telling me about ugly ducklings very much, so I will beg her to tell me every day.

One day, I asked my mother to tell me the story of the ugly duckling. My mother suddenly said, "Let's perform!" " "I nodded happily. So, my mother became a duck mother and I became an ugly duckling. When the ugly duckling was driven away by the mother duck, I sat on the sofa and cried sadly. When my mother saw it, she rushed over to comfort her: "Yiyi, don't cry, don't cry, my mother won't drive you away, and our family will never be separated." "

I am a child who likes beauty. One day, my mother told me a picture book of Liu Hulan. When I read the scene before Liu Hulan died, I burst into tears. Dad jokingly said, "What happened to my little baby? Aren't your tears gold? " After that, I will never take this book off the shelf again.

My mother sometimes reads me some ancient poems. I would say, "Mom, the ancient poems are a little short. I want to listen to picture books. " Mother couldn't help laughing when she saw my serious appearance.

But these days, I beg my mother to read me picture books, but my mother says, "Yiyi, when you grow up, you shouldn't read picture books. You can read famous books! " After listening to my mother, I was disappointed. How I want to hear my mother say to me again, "Baby, let me tell you a story!" " "Whenever I hear this sentence, I will jump into my mother's arms and listen to those touching stories.

Mom, I really want you to tell me a life-long story.

Listen to mom's story. Hi! Hello, I'm Zhao, and I'll tell you a little secret. Actually, my nickname is Zhao Qi, and I was born in Haidian District Hospital of Integrated Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine on October 20th, 20xx. At that time, my parents worked in Beijing According to my mother, I had a thrilling experience when I was a child. It was the sixth day after I was born. Aunt nurse pushed our newborn baby to the nursery to take a bath. My mother said there were four little guys in a car. When the nurse aunt gave us a bath and pushed us back to the delivery room, she called her parents according to the number plate on our clothes. But when the father took the child with him, he was shocked: Why did the big eyes turn into small eyes after the child took a shower? My mother also shouted anxiously: no, no, my girl's hair is black and long. The people in the delivery room also panicked. Dad looked into the car and saw a child kicking his calf and looking around with his eyes wide open. This is my girl! Dad said eagerly. Don't panic, don't panic, the number plate on the child's wrist won't be taken off in the shower. Aunt nurse said. Guess what? It turns out that the child with big eyes is really me. Hee hee, it's thrilling enough. Grade 3 of No.17 Primary School in Hongshan District, Chifeng City, Inner Mongolia: Zhao

Listen to my mother's story 9 Today, my mother told me the story of borrowing an arrow from a straw boat:

During the Three Kingdoms period, Zhou Yu, the governor of Soochow, was very jealous of Zhuge Liang's cleverness. One day, Zhou Yu asked Zhuge Liang to build 100 thousand swords in ten days, or he would be killed. Zhuge Liang said that it only took three days, and he made a written military order. Zhou Yu thought that this time, Zhuge Liang could be killed with justification. In the second half of the third day, Zhuge Liang ordered twenty boats with humanoid grass targets to sail for Cao Ying in the night fog. Cao Jun thought there was a sneak attack, so he shot an arrow at the ship. The sword rained down on the grass target, and soon the grass boat was full of swords.

A count, indeed as expected there are more than one hundred thousand swords. Zhou Yu was so angry that he couldn't say a word.

Mom said, "You should be as smart as Zhuge Liang in the future, but you can't be jealous of others like Zhou Yu." I nodded and asked my mother to pull the hook, and my mother began to work.

The story told by my mother is really nice! Next time, I'll let my mother say it.

Listening to my mother tell a story 10 Once again, I did my math homework badly, and my mother was angry, but my mother patiently told me every wrong question. Most mistakes are due to carelessness, so my mother thought it might be because of my pride and asked me, "Are you a little proud?" I thought, maybe, so I said, "Yes, I'm proud." My mother patiently said to me, "Modesty makes people progress, while pride makes people fall behind." . Even if you get good grades, you can't be proud. You should accept other people's suggestions with an open mind. If you make a mistake, you should analyze it carefully and keep it in mind, so that you won't be wrong in the future. Instead of just copying the answers given by the teacher, I don't remember them at all. It will be wrong to have such a topic in the future. "

Seeing that I was so careless, my mother told me a story about the origin of carelessness:

There was a painter in the Song Dynasty who always painted a cow's head against a horse's mouth, which was not serious. One day, the painter was painting. He just drew a tiger's head. Someone asked him to draw a horse, so he drew the horse's body under the tiger's head and gave it to the bearer. The man asked, "What is this?" The painter said, "It's so-so, it's called unintentional insertion."

The man said no, so the painter hung it at home. The eldest son asked, "What is this?" The painter said it was a tiger and the younger son said it was a horse. Then one day, the eldest son went hunting and mistook someone else's horse for a tiger and killed it. As a result, he can only accompany others for money. A few days later, the youngest son saw a tiger in the forest and thought it was a horse. He tried to ride a horse and was beaten to death. The painter is very sad. Looking at this bloody fact, he was very sad and regretted it, so he burned the careless photo.

Later, people called it sloppy work. Small carelessness often leads to big mistakes. I will do things seriously in the future.

When I was a child, I fell asleep in my mother's beautiful story. This is my happiest thing.

When I was five years old, my mother always liked to play with stories about wolves and sheep. I am a lamb, and she plays an evil and scheming old wolf. We were drinking water when my mother said in a hoarse, vicious and old voice, "How did you get the water I drank dirty?" I opened my eyes wide and said timidly, "I used my own cup!" " "Mom laughed at once, and the sinister expression of Lao lang disappeared in an instant! I touched my head, embarrassed but embarrassed to laugh.

I have always been a masculine boy. When I was six years old, my mother told me the Dream of the Wolf King, but when I heard that the Wolf King shared his hair with other wolves, I was not convinced. I gnashed my teeth and rubbed my hands. If I were a hair, I would fight to the death with the Luo family and win honor for his family. Suddenly, I was furious: what kind of "broken" book is this, coward, it is not sunny at all! I put it on the shelf and never saw it again.

Mom even read me ancient poems! But she always likes to pull her voice very long: "hoe-noon …" At this time, she will put on a white gauze skirt, which has an ancient charm. We also love to perform poems: for example, my mother reads "Fraxinus mandshurica" and asks for wine from heaven. I wonder what year it is tonight. I will pour the water into the cup, lift it to the sky and drink it all at once! He put his hand behind his back and read, "What year is this evening? I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid ... "I like mountains and rivers, so affectionate.

Now that I have grown up, my mother has not told me stories for a long time. If only I had time today, my mother would say to me, "Let me tell you a story!" " "I really miss me who likes to play with the demo and later became a great poet Su Shi!

Listening to my mother tell stories 12 Every day before going to bed, I always pester my mother to tell stories. Today, my mother told me about her reading after work. Mom said that her school was poor when she was a child. There was only one door in the classroom, but the back door. My mother sits in the last row because she is tall.

The story goes like this: on a rainy day, my mother was in math class, learning application problems, and then she began to wander. Mother likes rainy days best, and she is happy to watch it rain heavily outside, because she wants to sneak out to play with water. Mother slipped outside while the teacher was writing on the blackboard, found a can, filled it with water, grabbed a handful of mud, and then slipped back to the classroom. After sitting in my seat, I began to play with mud, grabbed it with one hand, and then let it flow through my fingers. Mom said it was fun! Playing ball was discovered by the teacher. The teacher asked her to do the problem on the blackboard. My mother looked at her hands full of mud and dared not go up. She said to the teacher. "Teacher, this topic is too simple, but it is difficult to debut for me!" After listening to his mother, Rush turned to the blackboard and asked a question. Mother took the opportunity to sneak outside to wash her hands, and then waited for the teacher to give a question. Mother solved the problem smoothly, and the teacher took her hand and said, "The answer to the question is very accurate, but remember in the future that classroom discipline must be observed." Mom immediately nodded in agreement, but still thinking about how to play next time it rains!

Haha, mom's story is quite interesting! It's just an episode, and there are many stories!

Listen to Mom's story 13 The moon passes through the clouds like Bai Lianhua, and the evening breeze blows waves of cheerful songs. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to my mother's stories about the past. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to our mother's stories about the past. At that time, my mother had no land, and all her life was in her hands. Sweat is flowing in the landlord's hot field, but my mother is eating wild vegetables and chaff. The winter wind howls like a wolf, but my mother is in rags. She went to sew a fox fur for the landlord and fell cold and hungry in the snow. After years of suffering, my mother is looking forward to today's good day. The moon passes through the Bai Lianhua-like clouds, and the evening breeze blows waves of cheerful songs. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to our mother's stories about the past. We sat by the high grain pile and listened to our mother's stories about the past.

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Listen to my mother's story every night 14. I enter the sweet dream land contentedly in my mother's beautiful story. Listening to my mother's stories seems to have become something I am used to.

In more than 20xx nights, whether it is unbearable heat or cold wind; Whether the moon is full or the stars are sparse, or it is stormy, my mother will sit in the chair on time, open the book in my expectant eyes, and immerse herself in the story world with me.

I remember that it was a few years ago that my mother had a minor operation because she was ill. At that time, I was listening to Shen's Flying Impala. That's my favorite book. It happened that my mother told the story of impala being cornered by hunters. I'm anxious and worried. What happened to the impala? I thought my mother would not tell stories for a long time, but on the third day, my mother called me to her room.

Mother was lying in bed, and when she saw me, she sat up and leaned against the bed board, still a little pale. I rushed over and asked with concern, "Mom, are you better?" "Much better, good boy." Mother smiled gently and slowly, like the sound of a breeze blowing through leaves. Later, my mother began to talk about the flight of impala. It took me twice as long to talk about what I could finish in ten minutes. This time, I listened carefully.

That night, after hearing my mother's story, I slept soundly. In the evening, I got up and drank some water. I heard my father say to my mother, "You have just finished the operation, so you should pay more attention to rest. Children can learn by themselves. " Mother said, "I want to spend more time with my children." I am busy at work, which is the only time for me and my children. "

Hearing this, my eyes filled with tears. Actually, I am old enough to read by myself. I just want to listen to my mother's voice before going to bed. This is a habit I have developed for many years. ...

Listening to mother's story has become a very ceremonial thing. I grew up in a story told by my mother and fell asleep peacefully in her voice. My mother and I are also writing stories together. The name of this story is "Mother and Daughter Love". In the future, I will tell my mother. ...

Listen to mom's story 15 "ouch! Mom, you blindfolded me so much that I can't breathe? " The mountain peak shook its head in despair.

"Don't do that! The temperature drops and the cold air attacks people. I'm afraid you have a cold! " Dense fog blocked the mountain.

The thing is, the season enters late autumn, the cool breeze blows gently, and the chill gradually attacks.

Mother was filled with dense fog, afraid of her children and grandchildren, and the mountain she stood on caught cold, so she wrapped them in a milky scarf and covered their whole heads.

Mother fog is so eager for love, but she doesn't care much. She covered the peaks so tightly that they couldn't help blaming her!

Indeed, the milky white scarf wraps all the hilltops layer by layer. If you don't pay attention to identification, you can't see the original appearance of the mountain at all, just like looking at flowers in the fog, giving people a mysterious illusion.

The golden sun crawled out of the mist like a snail, like carrying a heavy burden, slowly and gradually, finally broke through the dense fog and projected a ray of warmth in all directions. Mother fog slowly untied the scarf for the children.

"How comfortable!"

"How delightful!"

……

The cool morning breeze, wrapped in the fragrance of plants and flowers, soaked the whole rolling mountains, lush vegetation and flowers, and put the whole country, no! It is the whole world. It is so fresh and bright.

"Son, you don't blame mom too much. Mom, this is for your future growth! " Mother fog looked at these lovely children in front of her and said affectionately.

The mountains nodded and realized something.

Mother Fog stroked the children one by one and told them a long story:

"In the Spring and Autumn Period, a magical oak tree grew on the border of Qi State, which has a history of at least several thousand years. Covering the sun can accommodate thousands of people to enjoy the cool. The trunk is as strong as a hill, more than ten feet thick, and the top of the tree is endless in the sun. Every day, people come to worship and burn incense in an endless stream. Like a fair, people regard this tree as a god.

One day, a master and an apprentice passed by here. The apprentice couldn't help but stop and look at the oak tree curiously, thinking, how many big ships can be built if such a big tree is cut down? How many rooms? How many sets of furniture? However, in the face of this huge oak tree, the owner just took a casual look and left in a hurry. Later, the apprentice trotted to catch up with the master and inexplicably asked, "I have never seen such a spectacular tree since the day I learned from the master." Why don't you care? " After listening to this, the master replied faintly:' What's so strange about this? Just a useless tree. Although it is thick and strong. Actually, the texture is very poor. Ships made of it will sink, coffins made of it will rot quickly, utensils made of it will be destroyed quickly, doors made of it will be greasy and ill-fitting, and pillars made of it will be eaten by insects. It can survive for thousands of years and grow so tall just because it is useless to people. In the carpenter's eyes, such a tree is just a pile of waste. What is commendable?' "

"At the same time, there were many catalpa trees growing in a place called Jing in the Song Dynasty. This kind of tree is very popular because of its good texture and wide use. When the trunk of Catalpa bungeana grows to one or two handfuls thick, the person who tied the monkey stake cut it down; When the trunk of catalpa bungeana grows to three or four inches thick, nobles and famous families try their best to build beams of houses and cut them down; When the trunk of Catalpa bungeana grew to seven or eight yards thick, dignitaries and wealthy businessmen found the whole coffin and cut it down. Therefore, Catalpa bungeana will never live long, and almost all of them will be cut in half in the end.

Oak became a sacred tree because it was useless and lived happily for centuries. Catalpa bungeana has become a ghost by the sword because of its usefulness, and it has been ruthlessly cut down year after year. This is the misfortune brought by usefulness and the luck brought by uselessness.

Trees are like this, and so are you. Often those who like to show their abilities and are too sharp-edged are either squeezed out by others or framed and slandered by others. The result is that everything goes wrong and nothing is achieved. Those who look ordinary and pose no threat to others often win in the fierce competition, get the favor of leaders, the trust of colleagues and the support of subordinates. Low-key and humility have become the magic weapon to win and the weapon to survive. "

"As we all know, Yue Fei in the Song Dynasty was a pillar of the country because of his unparalleled martial arts, excellent service and loyalty to the emperor. However, he did not gain the trust and attention of the emperor, and was finally framed by Qin Gui and died. "

"Why is this?" The mountains looked down at their mother, held their breath and listened attentively to the story her mother told them. Just, puzzled, still don't understand the real intention of fog mother * *.

"This truth is very simple, because no one wants others to be better than themselves, at least on the surface."

"oh! We get it. Mom. "

Mom, there's one more thing you must understand.

"The most secret secret in the world is that after overcoming fear, something safe and beneficial will happen. Even overcoming a little fear will enhance your confidence in creating your own life ability. If we try to escape from fear, they will chase us like mad dogs. "

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"Do you all understand?"

"See. Mom-"

After listening to the story and words of mother Wu, I felt a lot.

They hold their heads high, smile proudly, and prepare for the latest test of life with a brand-new attitude.