The child stole the watermelon and was caught by the old man, but he cried when he saw the old man with a red belly
In ancient times, there was a mysterious land with magnificent mountains and lush vegetation. In this land, there is a bizarre and moving story.
The protagonist of the story is a child named Xiao Ming, who is smart and clever, but playful and active. In the hot summer, watermelon becomes a good product to quench thirst. There is a watermelon field near Xiao Ming's house, the watermelons grow large and round, and the emerald green skin is covered with black stripes, which is extremely attractive. Xiao Ming couldn't help drooling every time he passed by, and secretly thought about how to steal a try.
On this day, Xiao Ming sneaked to the watermelon field while the adults were not paying attention. He looked around, and when he saw that there was no one to guard him, he mustered up his courage and went into the melon field. He carefully picked one of the largest watermelons, and pulled hard, and the watermelon vines broke in response. Xiao Ming hugged the watermelon and was full of joy and prepared to escape.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and a coughing sound suddenly came from the depths of the melon field. Xiao Ming's heart tightened, and when he looked back, he saw a white-haired old man, holding a cane, walking slowly. The old man's eyes flashed with fine light, and he seemed to have already seen through Xiao Ming's careful thoughts.
Xiao Ming was flustered, and he was about to run away with the watermelon. The old man flashed, appeared in front of Xiao Ming in an instant, and grabbed him by the collar. Xiao Ming struggled, trying to break free from the old man's shackles, but found that the old man's hand was surprisingly strong and he couldn't move at all.
"Little doll, you stole my watermelon, are you going to run away like this?" The old man's voice was low and powerful, revealing a majesty.
Xiao Ming's heart was cold, knowing that he had made a big mistake this time. He lowered his head, didn't dare to look into the old man's eyes, and whispered, "I...... I just want to taste the taste of watermelon, and I won't dare next time. ”
When the old man heard this, he frowned slightly. He took a closer look at Xiao Ming, and suddenly noticed the red belly pocket on Xiao Ming's body. The belly pocket is bright as fire, and there is a lively little tiger embroidered on it, which looks cute and playful. A hint of discoloration flashed in the old man's eyes, and he loosened Xiao Ming's collar and gently stroked the red belly pocket.
"This belly pocket...... Where did you get that?" the old man's voice trembled a little, as if there was some hidden emotion.
Xiao Ming saw the sudden change in the old man's attitude, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange in his heart. He raised his head, looked into the old man's eyes, and said, "This is what my mother made for me with her own hands, and she said that the little tiger can bless me with peace and security." ”
When the old man heard this, a trace of tears flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, as if calming the excitement inside. He spoke slowly, telling a story of a long-forgotten past.
It turned out that the old man was also a naughty child when he was young, and he also had a mother who loved him. At that time, the watermelon field was still their family's property, and whenever summer came, his mother would always sew a red belly pocket for him, embroidered with a cute little tiger on it. The old man said that the red belly pocket is not only a memory of his childhood, but also his mother's deep love for him.
However, the years are merciless, and time flies. The old man's mother has long since passed away, and he is also very old, guarding this watermelon field alone. Whenever summer comes, when he sees the watermelons all over the ground, he will think of the red belly pocket that his mother sewed for him, and endless thoughts will spring up in his heart.
Hearing this, Xiao Ming was already in tears. He felt that the old man missed his mother, and he was ashamed of his stealing just now. He lowered his head and whispered, "Grandpa, I was wrong, I shouldn't have stolen your watermelon." Please forgive me, I will definitely be a good boy in the future. ”
The old man looked at Xiao Ming, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes. He patted Xiao Ming's head lightly and said, "Child, knowing that mistakes can be corrected, and kindness is great." I'm sure you'll be a good boy. I'll give you this watermelon as a reward for your reforms. ”
Xiao Ming took the watermelon, his heart full of gratitude. He bowed deeply to the old man, and then ran home with the watermelon in his arms. Since then, Xiao Ming has never stolen anything again, he has become sensible and obedient, diligent and studious, and has become a respectable and good boy.
And that watermelon field, because of the old man's protection and Xiao Ming's changes, has become more vibrant and has become a beautiful scenery in the village. Every time summer comes, people will gather at the edge of the melon field to taste the sweet watermelon, telling this bizarre and touching story.
This story has been passed down in the village for a long, long time and has become a fond memory in the hearts of generations after generations. It teaches us that no matter what mistakes we make, if we truly repent, we can be forgiven and respected by others. At the same time, it also makes us feel the greatness and selflessness of mother's love, and makes us cherish our relatives and friends even more. The child stole the watermelon and was caught by the old man, but he cried when he saw the old man with a red belly
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Xiao Ming returned home with a watermelon, but his heart couldn't be calm for a long time. He recalled the old man's wrinkled but affectionate face, and the affectionate narration of the red belly pocket and mother's love, and a warm current surged in his heart.
Since then, Xiao Ming has become more and more sensible, not only has he never done anything to steal again, but he often takes the initiative to help the old people in the village do what he can. He secretly vowed in his heart that he must become a kind and strong person like the old man.
As for the old man, he also seems to have high hopes for Xiao Ming. Whenever Xiao Ming passed by the watermelon field, the old man would always greet him with a smile and tell him some old stories, or teach him how to grow sweeter and crisper watermelons. Xiao Ming always listens with relish, and his heart is full of respect and gratitude for the old man.
In this way, the old and the young have formed a deep friendship in the long river of years. Under the guidance of the old man, Xiao Ming gradually grew into a young man with knowledge and moral character. And the old man also spent one happy time after another in the company of Xiao Ming, and his face was always filled with a happy smile.
However, the years are not forgiving. In the summer when Xiao Ming was about to become an adult, the old man suddenly fell ill. He was lying on the bed, his face pale and his breath faint. After Xiao Ming learned the news, he immediately rushed to the old man's house. He stayed by the bedside, day and night, and interpreted his gratitude and love for the old man with his actions.
In the days when the old man was seriously ill, Xiao Ming would pick the largest watermelon from the watermelon field every day, cut it into thin slices with his own hands, and feed it to the old man. The sweet watermelon juice moistened the old man's dry throat and warmed his withering heart.
Finally, in the early morning, the old man closed his eyes peacefully in the company of Xiao Ming. He had a satisfied and relieved smile on his face, as if to tell Xiao Ming that he had no regrets.
Xiao Ming was so grief-stricken that he held a grand funeral for the old man and buried his body next to the watermelon patch. Since then, whenever summer comes, Xiao Ming will stand in front of the old man's grave and silently offer the largest watermelon, as a way to express his thoughts and gratitude to the old man.
And the watermelon field also seems to have spirituality. Every year, the watermelons grow exceptionally well, sweet and juicy, attracting countless people to taste them. People say that this is because the soul of the old man is guarding this land, and his kindness and love have turned into sweet watermelon juice, nourishing everyone's heart.
In this way, the story has been passed down in the village and has become a legend in the hearts of generations of people. Whenever people mention this story, they are filled with emotion and moved by the deep friendship and selfless maternal love. As for Xiao Ming, he has always adhered to his promise to the old man, and interpreted the eternal gratitude and nostalgia with his actions. The child stole the watermelon and was caught by the old man, but he cried when he saw the old man with a red belly
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In the days after the old man passed away, Xiao Ming often sat alone by the watermelon field, looking at the green melon field, and his heart was full of endless thoughts. He often recalls the happy times he spent with the old man, those stories about the red belly pocket and mother's love, as if it were just yesterday.
However, life always has to go on. Xiao Ming knows that he can't always immerse himself in the memories of the past, he has to use his own hands to create a better future. So, he made up his mind to carry forward the old man's watermelon field and let more people taste this sweetness.
Xiao Ming began to work hard to learn the art of growing watermelons, he consulted the old farmers in the village, read various agricultural books, and even traveled to other places to learn from planting experts in other places. He carefully studied the influence of soil, climate, water source and other factors on the growth of watermelon, and constantly experimented with new planting methods.
Thanks to his efforts, the watermelons in the watermelon field grow better and better, not only with large size, thin skin and thick flesh, but also extremely sweet and excellent taste. Every summer, the watermelon patch attracts a large number of tourists who come to taste and buy. Xiao Ming's watermelon has become a business card in the village, and it has also brought him a considerable income.
However, Xiao Ming was not satisfied with this. He understands that all this is the precious wealth left to him by the old man, and he wants to continue to pass it on to more people. So he began to use some of his income to improve the village's infrastructure, build roads, build schools, and sponsor poor students...... His act of kindness earned the respect and gratitude of the villagers.
Time flies, and Xiao Ming has grown from a naughty child to a responsible young man. He always remembered the teachings of the old man, and interpreted the deep friendship and selfless maternal love with his own actions. His story has been told throughout the village and has become a role model for generations to come.
And the watermelon field has also witnessed Xiao Ming's growth and changes. It is still green and vibrant, as if it is silently cheering for Xiao Ming. Whenever summer comes, the watermelon field will always attract the attention of countless people and become the most beautiful scenery in the village.
The years go by, and the story lasts forever. The story of Xiao Ming and the watermelon field is like a beautiful poem, which will always be sung in people's hearts. It tells us that no matter what difficulties and setbacks we encounter, as long as we are grateful and move forward, we will be able to create a better future of our own.