Growing up, accompanied by fairy tales - "The Orchard of Lantern Grass" (unfinished, the response is good, continues)

"Lanterngrass

Lantern grass

No worries every day

Run barefoot all over the mountain

……”

The lanterngrass is not a beautiful big red lantern, nor is it a small grass that is tender enough to squeeze out water, but a chubby white kitten. Usually, he lives with his parents in the cave in the back mountain.

The little lantern grass, which has just celebrated its second birthday, has become strong and strong, and the amount of food has been amazing. At the beginning of the month, the younger siblings were born again, and there were 3 more mouths at once, and the parents were obviously overwhelmed.

Early this morning, his parents called him to him and solemnly said to him: "Little Lantern grass, you are now grown, according to the tradition of our cat tribe, it is time to leave home and live independently." ”

The little lantern grass has been skinny since childhood, and her self-care ability is very strong, so after listening to her parents' words, she is not sad at all, but very happy. I thought to myself, "Good cats don't love home, and now they can finally live a free and unrestrained single cat life, which is amazing!" ”

He blinked his little eyes and asked happily, "Really, today?"

"Of course it's today, but in the future, you must be careful when you live alone!" Mom was still a little uneasy about the advice.

"Rest assured, Mom, I will take care of myself."

After breakfast, the little lanterngrass simply packed his bags, said goodbye to his family, and moved alone to the hill opposite his home. The mountain was the territory that his parents had given him, and now he was standing on his own territory, looking around carefully. Seriously, he was very satisfied with his territory, the mountains were not big, but the scenery was good. After walking around, he finally decided to settle his new home halfway up the hill so that he could manage his territory.

In front of the door was a fairly wide flat field, and when the weather was good, he could lie on the ground and bask in the sun, he could roll freely on the grass, and he could shout loudly. In short, from now on, as long as he is happy, he will do whatever he likes. This is a private space that belongs entirely to his little lanterngrass, to paraphrase a previous buzzword, "My territory, I decide".

He looked down the hill, and through the thick groves and bushes, a small river more than two meters wide slowly flowed through the foot of the mountain. The river is all too familiar to Little Lanterngrass, where he spent many happy childhood moments. In the summer, he swims freely in the river, catches shrimp, and the river is very clear and clear, and he drinks sweet in his mouth. In winter, he and his friends ran and played on the ice... The river left too many good childhood memories for the little lanterngrass.

The little lantern grass looked up at the mountain, where there was a lush apple grove, and a few thrushes jumped and chirped among the branches, adding a touch of spring agility and charm. It's spring and vibrant, and the trees are blooming with white apple blossoms. In the distance, it looked like a large white cloud falling on the hillside, the wind was rising, the "cloud" moved with the wind, and the young heart of the little lantern grass was also touched in some way, and slowly rippled around like a quiet water wave that was quietly disturbed.

There is also a small episode about this apple orchard. Little Lanterngrass has not eaten mice since he was a child, and his friends in the mountains used to laugh at him for not being a real cat. In fact, he is not afraid of rats, but from the heart of the feeling that rats are too dirty, every time he sees rats, he is disgusted and sick to his stomach, and there is a strong urge to vomit. Therefore, whenever his friends laughed at him, he would push his slightly fat little belly hard, stare at the bulging little eyes and hit them fiercely, saying: "Young Master Ben is a good cat with quality in the new era, although he is not born into an aristocrat, but the brothers also have noble blood flowing on them." It's not like you stupid cats, stupid cats, stupid cats, what age, actually eat mice, it's really barbaric, old-fashioned slag! ”