Newly compiled idiom story (1) xiangmu • author Wu Dawei

A long time ago, there lived on the Yangtze River by a small couple who fished for a living and had twin sons.

The older brother's name is Xiang Yu, and the younger brother's name is Yi Yu.

It is said that the names of the brothers were given by a Taoist monk who traveled far and wide.

Shortly after the brothers were born, their parents saw a Taoist priest fainting by the river, so they kindly brought him a bowl of porridge.

A bowl of porridge made the Taoist priest relax, and when he saw the fisherwoman holding a pair of children in her arms, he said, "There is no way to repay the life-saving grace of your husband and wife, and when I see that your two sons will certainly be the heirs of the world, it is better to call this big one Xiang Li and the small one called Yi Shu."

Why? The child's parents looked at the Taoist priest with puzzled eyes.

The Taoist priest didn't explain much, and when he got up, he walked away slowly.

Since then, the older brother has been called XiangMu, and the younger brother has been called Yi Mo.

A few years passed, and XiangMu and Yimu gradually grew up, so the parents left the brothers in the thatched hut on the shore, no longer with them, because they fished on the river for many years, after all, the risk was great, in case one day the small fish boat was blown over by the wind, the adults may be able to protect themselves, and the children will be difficult to tell.

Early this morning, the couple went fishing in the Yangtze River, leaving their two sons at home.

Fortunately, the fishing place is not far from home, and it can be vaguely seen, and the couple is also at ease busy fishing fish and shrimp on the river, but from time to time they turn their heads and glance in the direction of home.

Suddenly, the two young couples were shocked, and they saw a puff of smoke coming from their thatched hut, and then a flame spewed out.

Ah, no, there was a fire in the house, and it must have been a hurry in the morning that did not extinguish the fire in the stove. The mother turned the bow of the boat in fright, and the father quickly shook the pulp and paddled toward the shore.

By the time the couple rushed home, the thatched hut had burned down, leaving only smoke and the villagers who had rushed to fight the fire.

"O son, O my son!"

The mother's cries were hissing, and the father looked at everything in front of him and stood in front of the ruins like a fool.

"Look, look!" A neighbor shouted.

The crowd saw that under the ruins of the fire, two small fish were wetting each other's bodies with their own small amount of water foam, so that the other would not be scorched by the fire.

A neighbor hurriedly threw a basin of water in his hand at the two fish, and in an instant, the fish transformed into two little people, the older brother was in love, and the younger brother appeared in front of everyone with foam.

It turned out that the brothers, XiangMu and Imu, transformed into fish in the fire, and wet each other with the small amount of spit on their own bodies, allowing them to survive.

Later, the world will use its meager strength to rescue each other in difficult situations, describing it as a mutual motif, and since then, "mutual affection with foam" has spread in the folk.