The original text of "The Clam Fights"
The mussel is exposed, and the sandpiper pecks at its flesh, and the mussel merges and picks its beak. Sandpiper said: "There is no rain today, no rain tomorrow, that is, there are dead clams." The mussel is also called the sandpiper: "If it does not come out today, it will not come out tomorrow, that is, there will be dead sandpipers." "The two will not give up, and the fisherman will be able to go along with the birds."
Sandpipers fight each other
One day, the sun was shining, and the mussels were basking beautifully by the river. A sandpiper flew to peck at the mussel's flesh, and the mussel quickly clamped the sandpiper's mouth firmly with two shells. The sandpipers can't fly away, and the mussels can't move. The two sides clamped down on each other and intertwined. As a result, a fisherman caught them all.
Sandpipers and mussels are thrown into the fisherman's fish pocket, and what awaits them is the unfortunate death and disappearance. The two of them were pale with fear and regret.
"Blame you, hold my mouth and hold on, or I'll have flown home earlier!" The sandpiper complained to the clam.
"Are you still mean?" I was basking in the sun on the shore, and you flew in and pecked at my flesh. Can I get you cheaper? The mussel responded with a sigh of relief to the sandpiper.
"Even if it's my fault, you should first let go of my mouth and let me be humble!"
"Did you apologize?" You said you were going to turn me into jerky! ”
"Didn't you say you were going to turn me into a dead sandpiper?"
……
They argue sentence by sentence. But no matter what you say, what's the use? The fisherman had arrived home, and told his wife to quickly boil the water, saying that she would make a hearty dinner in the evening and drink a few drinks.
Both of them sobbed at the same time.
The sandpiper asked the clam, "Why are you crying?" ”
The clam said, "I still have my mother and younger siblings, and they are waiting for me to go back to dinner!" They know me there—" The clam cried bitterly.
"What are you crying about?" Clams ask sandpipers.
"I still have a few children at home, wait for me to go back and feed them!" Who would have thought—" The sandpiper couldn't cry.
At this time, I heard footsteps coming over, probably to get them off the pot. Both of them were scared and regretful.
"Are you mussels and sandpipers?" said a little girl.
"Yeah, we got caught by the fisherman."
"How pathetic! I went and asked my dad to let you go. ”
"Your dad won't let us go, we'll be caught by your dad."
"So—what to do?" The little girl asked weakly.
"In this way, you help us loosen the rope, and we find a way to escape."
The little girl hesitated for a moment, and finally broke the rope. They hurried out of the net.
The mussel bites the sandpiper's leg firmly, and the sandpiper struggles to spread its wings and fly towards the sky.
"Goodbye! Little sister, thank you for your help! ”
Flying, flying, flying to the river, the mussel's home arrived.
The mussel wants to keep the sandpiper for dinner, the sandpiper can't say, the children are still waiting for it to go back to feed it.
So the clam took a knife, cut a large piece of meat on the body, and carefully wrapped it up. Also took a bag of pearls.
Say to the sandpiper, "Take it back and give it to the children!" ”
The sandpiper took the mussel meat and pearls, and his eyes were instantly wet! I wanted to say something in my mouth, but I couldn't say it.
The human heart is made of flesh. Fighting hurts, and peace hurts both!
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Wu Fangling, Hubei Dayeren, university teacher, member of Huangshi Writers Association.
