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"Cotton Grandma Can't Sleep"
It's a story of love and concern, and Grandma Cotton can't fall asleep over and over again, so she gets up again and again, closes the door latch, cleans up the house, and so on. It turned out that she was waiting for Grandpa Cotton's return. This book takes the waiting of The Cotton Mother as a clue, and implicitly conveys the meaning of companionship and long-term feelings, which is meaningful. Who do you love the most, children? Is it your mom and dad, or your grandparents. Do you miss them when they have something to do when they leave the house?
Late at night, Grandma Cotton was lying on the bed, unable to sleep.
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..." When she counted to the thirty-ninth sheep, she suddenly remembered the chrysanthemums under the corner.
Grandma Cotton got up and brought the chrysanthemum into the house, afraid that the cold frost would spoil it.
"Oh, that bolt keeps creaking, I have to fix it."
Grandma Cotton got out of bed and greased the door bolt. Turn on switch off, turn on switch off, try and try.
At this time, "Meow ~ Whine ~ " "Oh you cat, don't break the old teapot." ”
Grandma Cotton put the teapot on the table, opened the stove with her hand, and began to boil water. After sitting on the water, I went back to bed and lay down.
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep... Ten sheep... ..."
"It's so cold! Oops- Ah Huang is going to freeze outside. ”
Grandma Mian brought straw for Ah Huang. Ah Huang le screamed. Grandma Cotton lay down again,
Grandma Mian brought straw for Ah Huang. Ah Huang le screamed.
Grandma Cotton lay down again, "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep... Ten sheep... Twenty sheep...."Grandma Cotton still can't sleep...
The cotton mother-in-law got up again, patted the pillow, opened the box again, and shook the cotton coat.
Then fan the fire. "It's windy again—oops, my persimmon tree!"
Grandma Cotton found the hemp rope, circle after circle, and dressed the little tree.
By the faint moonlight, Grandma Cotton looked at the big dark tree in the distance... "Alas, just go out for a walk." ”
Grandma Cotton put on her coat, put on her headscarf, and went out the door with a horse lamp.
It was so quiet that the people in the village were asleep, and the pigs, chickens, and ducks were also asleep.
Grandma Cotton came to the big tree at the entrance of the village and hung the lamp on the branches.
Looking at the path that leads to the outside of the village.
It was late at night. The wind "exhaled—hu-huh-huh-whistle The fire in the house burned even more vigorously, and the kettle purred. "Snap, snap, snap," the wind knocked on the door of the yard.
Grandpa Cotton, who had walked relatives, returned. "Oh, old lady, why haven't you slept yet?" "I can't sleep, I'm always thinking about things." Grandma Cotton said, using a large tea pot to brew hot tea. Grandpa Mian purred and drank hot tea: "Old lady, you count the sheep and fall asleep." "Yeah, I forgot." Grandma Cotton climbed into bed. This time, she quickly fell asleep.
Grandma Cotton climbed into bed. This time, she quickly fell asleep.
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The material | Zhang Furong
Editor| Shen Shuting
Audit | Lin Yaping