Once upon a time, there were two crows, and they lived together, and they were still very lazy.
One day, there was no food in their nest, and they just went out to find a little bit, and then went to the forest to play again. I thought to myself: It's the same to look for it tomorrow. But the next day I was attracted to something more interesting.
In the blink of an eye, the leaves are yellow, and winter is coming soon, but the two crows still do not store the grain for the winter, and still only care about playing every day. The little squirrel saw it and said to them, "Winter is coming soon, so hurry up and prepare food for the winter." The two crows replied, "Okay, okay." Turning around and seeing chrysanthemums all over the hillside, I plunged into it and couldn't remember anything.
Soon winter came, the leaves were gone, only bare trees were left in the forest, and the little animals were hiding in their homes for the winter. But the two crows had nothing to eat in their nests, and they had to go out against the cold wind and snow to find food, but unfortunately they found nothing.
The two crows, cold and hungry, huddled together and thought: Next year there must be enough food to prepare. But they starved to death before they could reach the spring.