Comic: Cheng Xuan
Editor's Note
More than two months ago, the "Fairy Tales Written by the Post-90s to the Post-10s" published in "May" (see the 7th edition of China Youth Daily on August 3, 2020) triggered the interest of many post-00s literary youth, and they grew up reading Chinese and foreign fairy tales and submitted them to the fairy tales they created. The post-00s said that these fairy tales are not only written for the post-10s, but also written for their own children's hearts and childhoods that have not gone away.
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Utis looked for color
Li Yue (19 years old) is a student at the School of Overseas Education of Nanjing University
Utis is a little chameleon who is in kindergarten.
Like all the children in her class, she had things she couldn't understand—the more she thought about it, the more she thought about it.
For example, the orange cat worries about how he can be so fat, and the hedgehog is sad that he can't hug the person he likes. Last winter, shivering giraffes ran all over the malls in Animal City, stunned that they couldn't find a bib that suited them.
Utis had a different problem: she didn't know what color she was.
At the class meeting, everyone heard Utis's troubles and felt very incredible. The orange cat, hedgehog, and giraffe all envied Utis because she could change into colorful flower dresses anytime and anywhere, and dyeing her hair would not be reprimanded by the teacher.
"Utis, your mom and dad are so hip-squirming, they actually support you in dyeing such a beautiful hair color!"
Utis lowered his head and did not speak.
The teacher squatted down and praised her for being cute, and said that she would perform the finale of the next cultural show. The children randomly danced with Utis in different colors of clothing, so that Utis could change into different colors in the center of the stage.
Utis was shy, the redness of his cheeks spread over his skin, and the whole person turned into a small fire dragon.
But she wasn't very happy, because the teacher's words reminded her of her parents—though they had been gone for years, and she couldn't remember what they looked like.
Listening to the neighbor's aunt, Mom and Dad were taken by humans, one of them was placed on a colorful disco light ball, and the other was thrown into the rainbow candy, because of the uncontrollable constant discoloration, they were exhausted and never came back.
Where did it go? Go to heaven. The fairy tale book says that there are large white clouds and winged angels in heaven—"That Mom and Dad must have always been white, and they wouldn't have to work so hard anymore." Utis wrote this in his diary.
After school, Utis played alone in the forest. In the spring, clusters of flowers of various colors bloom one after another, covering the earth. Utis jumped around on the flowers, feeling as light as a little bee.
When she touches the cockscomb flower, she turns red, and when she touches the spring flower, she turns yellow again.
Utis loved purple, and she thought the purple chameleon must be beautiful. She rubbed her eyes, saw a hint of purple in the distance, and hurriedly jumped over—
"Flutter!" Utis fell into the water. It turned out to be the reflection of the lilac flowers in the water.
Utis hadn't learned to swim yet, but fortunately grabbed a branch and didn't fall. Her arms were sore, and she was a little sad.
"If I had my own color, I wouldn't be so messed up today."
A spring wind blew over and blew several leaves onto Utis' head.
She made a pull-up with all her might, jumped into the tree, and gasped for air.
She was inspired.
Utis found a leaf he liked and held it and turned green together.
"I don't have my own home anyway, so I live in a tree."
Throughout the spring and summer, the green Utis did not go to school, but sat on the branches every day, watching his reflection on the water.
Utis had heard that his ancestors were not so intelligent, and that when he saw the mirror image, he would think that he was another chameleon and attack. Fortunately, she is a girl with a high IQ and gentleness, just quietly admiring herself. A little emerald green, a little grass green, a little dark green, it had never changed much—she felt that she had finally had her own color, that she was falling in love with herself.
But autumn came, and the weather gradually became cooler, and Utis hugged the leaves in her arms tighter, and at the same time, she became more and more yellow like the leaves. Utis was nervous and couldn't sleep well every night, as if she didn't know or like herself anymore.
The cold winds of winter were too strong, and Utis carefully controlled his love for the leaves. You can't let go, or you'll be blown away by the wind, and you can't grasp it too tightly, or the leaves will be torn apart.
One day, the mercury in the Utis thermometer suddenly became much shorter.
"Sneeze—" It was too cold, and Utis sneezed, his hand unsteady, and the leaves fell.
Utis's tears snapped and she cried, "Why did I still fail!" ”
Her tears fell on the head of another small chameleon, and Utis heard an exclamation from under the tree and fell from the tree in fright.
Two small chameleons looked at each other.
"Sorry sorry sorry!"
"It's all right, it's a pleasure to meet my kind." Hello, my name is Metis. ”
"Ah, I am Utis..."
Two small chameleons with similar names reached out and gently shook them, looking at each other again.
They were amazed to find that the common snow white extended from their hands to their whole bodies, and they were now like two angels.
Coolness slowly climbed up—it turned out that Utis had fallen on a snowball.
Utis patted his ass and told Metis his story about the past year, but he did not expect that this friend was smarter than her, said a word to her, took her hand, and returned to the lively kindergarten.
"Hello everyone, I'm Metis, this is Utis, we're best friends."
Growing up, Utis never wondered what color she was, because she kept Metis's words in her diary—in fact, it was the first time she lifted her pen after her parents went to heaven, and she wrote:
"Good friends can always walk together, no matter where they go, when they encounter flowers, although they will still become the color of the flowers, but not because of the flowers, but because we become the color of each other." 」 ”
Note: Outis, Greek, meaning "nobody". Metis, Greek, means "advice" or "wit".
Twin
Feng Jiamei (19 years old) is a student of Qingchuan College in Wuhan
One
There are two princesses in the twin kingdom, the older sister is plump and dignified, and the younger sister is graceful.
Because of her young age, my sister will be favored in many things. And my sister grew up in such an environment, and her heart has been looking forward to the future when she can meet someone who is full of her eyes and heart.
At the banquet jointly held by the Ten Kingdoms, two princes came up, one was frank and cheerful called Ah Zhe, and the other was gentle and quiet and called Ah Zhen.
The decision of the king of the twin kingdoms to betroth the two princesses to them means that one day in the future, one of the two princes will be the new king of the twin kingdoms. The question now is, sister and sister who will marry Ah Zhe? Who marries Ah Zhen?
"I like the boy named Azhe!" The younger sister said first, she felt that Ah Zhe's humor would also be pleasing to people, and living with such a person must be very happy. The sister felt that Ah Zhe had an impetuous personality and seemed to be a person who only cared about the present.
A few days after the banquet, the king of the twin kingdoms helped the princesses set a wedding date, the sister married Ah Zhen of the Xiangyang Kingdom, and the younger sister married Ah Zhe of the Horse Kingdom.
Two
The sister who married into the Xiangyang Kingdom lived a plain life, but the sister's life was as she hoped, immersed in happiness all day long.
"Sister, you know what? Azzurer gave me magic tricks, he could turn the birds in the cage out of place. ”
"Sister, you know what? I said I wanted to ride horses but I was afraid of horses, so Azzy bought me a horse farm and hired someone to ride a horse to show me. ”
"Sister, what about you?" Are you having a good time? ”
The sister's letter poked her heart, and the sister did not mention the reply to the letter for a long time, looking back at her husband and sighing.
At night, my sister dreamed that when she was a child, she received less cake than her sister, less decoration on her skirt than her sister, and even received fewer rose petals than her sister. She couldn't help but cry, thinking that maybe she was someone who wouldn't be loved.
But she didn't know that Ah Zhen secretly took all this to heart.
Three
I don't know from what day ago, Ah Zhen became much more cheerful, he took his sister to learn painting, recite poetry, and live every day to the fullest.
Ah Zhen will also do magic tricks for her sister, but will tell her sister: "The secret to turning the bird in the iron cage into nothing is to kill the bird." The sister was shocked to hear this, and then they designed a magic trick together, inventing a magic trick that can turn the bird away without killing it.
Ah Zhen will also teach her sister to ride a horse, learn more professional equestrian skills, and accumulate over time the once plump sister becomes exquisite and moving, and her temperament is also higher.
Ah Zhen would tell her sister stories when she was losing sleep:
"I want to pick a horse." Mr. Fox said to Miss Rabbit.
"Okay, sir." Miss Rabbit led him to the horses.
"This is a Mongolian horse." "This is the Yunnan horse." "This is a Kazakh horse."
Mr. Fox didn't seem to like it.
Finally, Miss Rabbit stood in front of an empty stable, and Mr. Fox, puzzled, watched Miss Rabbit stand in the stable and said, "Is this what you think of me as a 'horse'?" ”
At that moment, my sister felt that she was the happiest person in the world.
Four
A few years later, the two sisters returned to the Twin Kingdom with their husbands for the old king's birthday party.
At the banquet, the sister talked elegantly and chatted happily with friends from all over the world, while the sister would only repeat those old jokes, and she had fun all day long.
"Sister, you are so busy every day, how can you still feel happy?" The sister wanted to win back a round for herself.
"I'm busy to learn and get better with my loved one."
My sister couldn't understand the meaning and felt bored.
With the help of the birthday party, the old king announced his imminent abdication.
"I hope that the future king of the twin kingdoms will be upright and enlightened, Huai Jin will hold Yu, and his wife will be equally excellent." The old king said.
The old king asked the sisters, "If there is a war in the future, you can save one hundred thousand people by sacrificing a hundred people, and are you willing to sacrifice those hundred people?"
The sister preemptively replied again: "Yes!" ”
The sister replied unwillingly: "A hundred people are equally important as a hundred thousand people, as long as the final outcome is not reached, we can find a way to solve it and avoid it." "These are what Ah Zhen taught her.
Eventually the old king passed the throne to her sister, and her husband, Azhen, became the new king of the twin kingdoms.
My sister made a big fuss about it angrily. Later, her sister continued to immerse herself in the "sweet world" given by Azhe, she became rude and out of shape, and Ajar also ignored her a little.
Five
One day many years later, my sister wrote a letter to my sister with a pen, and the letter read:
"Love is not about building castles around you, but about teaching you how to build castles. The meaning of the twin kingdom is not to grow two identical people, but to grow two different and sparkling people. ”
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Shima Haba
Deng Keer (aged 19) Is a student at the School of Western Languages and Cultures of Guangdong University of Foreign Studies
On the black and white beach, a black and white piano, posed. No one knows which Clio people left behind. Or maybe it's not human at all, but it's made of black and white sand on a black and white sand beach. Since no one knows its origin, let's call it "black and white"!
Black and white like to dance in the early hours of the morning, which is the quietest and darkest time of the day. The stars are dotted, and the prosperity is only black and white. It is said that every night, all the emotions accumulated by the creatures on this isolated island during the day will run to the "black and white".
"Black and White" is a storage box that contains all the uneasiness and resentment. Moreover, "black and white" will digest itself and at two o'clock in the morning all the devoured, net number pops up...
Audiences are indispensable, especially lonely viewers. I don't know if the white-tailed tropical bird is the loneliest one, but it is a regular visitor. Fly to the black and white beach, stop in front of the "black and white", and step on the black and white soft. Then, I never moved again. Listen over and over again to today's garbage: island, yours, mine, it. I can't figure out why: leopard chameleons will leave and become captive creatures; so, swamp chickens, when they are plucked, do you really hurt? If it hurts, I hope that the next one will be "Death Dance".
That's right! What about your feathers? I flew to many, many places today: jungles, waterfalls, craters, none of which I saw. Not even furry, not yours. Have you already, already, disappeared. Wait, I remember you sent me a diary. You said, there's: humpback whales, starlings, leopards, (unfortunately it's gone now) there's you, there's me. The stories of our lives together, you have all written them down.
You say, the two blank pages left, are you left for me to write? Did you already know that that's why you left two pages empty? Then why don't you tell me sooner and earlier. So let me, me, I go... It seems that nothing can be done.
In front of the primates, you and I are so humble. Humble to the dust, a flower blooms - a piranha flower! Honey, would you be happy if I said piranha flowers? You know I didn't mean to eat people. Whoever called, he ate you. Do you have anything else you want to say, I'll flip through it again, flip through it.
Oh! You also left a bookmark, it's a feather! Yours. Eh, don't fly! Let me take a good look at you!
I don't know how long later, the diary fell into the hands of an island pianist. The last two pages of the diary were also filled, with a picture of a feather attached. It goes something like this:
It was a withered feather, and it had been flying in the air for a long time. If you want to ask why it doesn't go home, because, it's always looking for a home. It used to be the most confident of the Reunion Swamp Chickens, and when the Swamp Chickens came ashore, the now famous black and white beach was nothing more than their red carpet. I vaguely remember hundreds of humpback whales watching from the shore, spraying water. High in the air, white-tailed tropical birds and starlings sing. After a while, though, they're leaving.
Because, the Cleo people will bring their little pet, the leopard chameleon, to the front. The leopard chameleon is really fierce and cold, but in their eyes, this is a bit absurd: dear dragon, have you forgotten? It turns out that you are also one of us! You've only been tamed.
Maybe they understood the eyes of their companions, and finally, they stood together. On the Indian Ocean, they stood in a row, waiting. Quietly, waiting, waiting for a thunderclap It is said that the moment the aura is withdrawn, everything will be removed without leaving a trace.
Before leaving, the white-tailed tropical bird and the starling sang a song like this:
In the Indian Ocean, flat boats are moored.
In addition to the wind and waves, warm as a warm ocean.
Jungle canyoning, sky gliding;
Who is stronger? Inability to lick the wound.
Keep being courteous, always admiring, and conforming is the tip.
You are the singing of heaven!
Please stay by my side, dear Qingqing, Reunion!
As a result, the Cleo people left no footprints, and humpback whales disappeared with the wet tide of the Indian Ocean. The last feathers of the Reunion swamp chicken swirled in the air, and it seemed that it could never fall back to this isolated island.
The story in the diary is over, but the story of the diary is not over. It will inherit the aspiration of the feather to continue to find a home, in the four seas, in the eight directions. As a result, people who see the diary will have different stories from now on. If you don't see it, one day, you will also bump into such a story...
Song of the clouds
Pan Xingquan (17 years old) is a senior third (5) class of Shijiazhuang No. 2 Middle School in Hebei Province
The sea had been in the world for hundreds of millions of years, and he felt old. But life is endless, and you may never wait for the end.
He longed for friends, longed for companionship, after all, he was too old and too old, so old that he had met someone, who he had lost, who he had loved, who he hated, and who he had dreamed of. He finally set his eyes out to the clouds in the sky.
He did not know the clouds, which were always fleeting, always too frivolous, fleeting, and frivolous in his long, distant vision. But at this moment, without warning, he felt the old man, and the endless loneliness pried open the door of his heart, and burrowed into it like a fish and shrimp. He felt that he needed the strength of youth anymore.
The clouds were indeed young, chattering and noisily in the sky. Children who love music avidly often play moving melodies, and the notes snap against the face of the sea, which occasionally feels irritable. The kids were so noisy! He twisted his body with a grumble and set off terrifying waves.
At this moment he was quiet, quietly looking at the clouds that were showing off their voices, and the crisp notes poured out of his heart, and he welcomed them with open arms.
When the clouds are happy, life will come to an end, and for the first time the sea will feel sorry for these light and short lives. Although the endless life is really consumed, but the fragile they still have too much wonderful that they have not yet seen. Maybe it would be nice to let them be so ignorantly happy.
The newborn clouds came, and they followed the example of their predecessors and sang more cheerful songs. The sea closed his eyes and listened quietly, the ripples rippled around his body, and he seemed to return to his youth, when he was just an inconspicuous little lake, as long as there were clouds passing by, he was excited. At this time, he gathered all the notes in his arms and silently wept. He was so lonely, so depressed, that he had forgotten the simple pleasures of hundreds of millions of years ago.
From now on, he would collect the song of the clouds and no longer let happiness slip away from his arms. The note was protected in his arms, and the clouds were also very surprised, whispering and drifting away. Since then, there have been fewer and fewer clouds around the sea, and occasionally a few clouds have lost their interest in singing and quietly walked away, and the sea has not heard the song of the clouds for a long time.
He felt his body swell again, so that he might not see the end of his life, but at this moment, the cloud that had brought him a brief happiness was gone. Why is that? The sea held his note tighter, and in his extremely long past and future, he finally felt a raging throbbing in the present moment—I might still be young. The old guy thinks so.
The blazing heat was like a baked quilt, and he opened his eyes to the sun, the ancestor who had always revered him. The sun didn't say anything, just draped the warm quilt over him, as if a pair of warm hands had touched his body and landed on his hand, gently pulling away his arms. The notes rushed out in a joyful breeze and played freely. The sea watched the sky, and the clouds quietly stuck out their heads, came to him, and sang a soft song for him.
The sea opens its arms to meet their blessings and release its hopes. He thought, as if he were still very young.
Three secrets
Jiani Li (20) is a student at the School of Visual Arts in New York
There was a sea here a long time ago. It has been here for a long time, and it has always had a secret that has not been revealed to people. Although the sea is so keen to use the waves, pass on the stories it sees or hears to the people on the seashore. Go out of your way to repeat it over and over again.
But its voice is always ignored. No adult or even child would have thought that the waves that hit the shore existed for the sake of the story. And the secret that has always been in the belly of the sea is also the origin of the calm of the sea from now on. But when you unconsciously truly fall in love with it, you can still hear the sea muttering every day.
"Not yet, black fisherman... This side of this, it is too late to come again... I can't help fishing..."
"Hey! I saw a new face..."
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There was a man who couldn't speak coming from afar. Every time he passed by the beach, he would inadvertently step on a snail that was almost covered by sand. On this day, The snail was stunned. He was also stunned.
This snail is not always there, waiting for this gentleman to step on. And this gentleman, it's not really impossible to speak, he just can't use this skill. If you're just living with a sea, what can you say? So say him. That is, love to get along with his house, to be alone.
He was like a stranger living in this sea. Like so many beings in this sea, he lived in extremes. Either in groups or alone. The man walks around the sea near his home every day. Thinking about his house, whether there is loneliness, dirty or rainy, he also has to worry about it.
It was no wonder that he was doomed to always be unable to get along with that poor snail. He couldn't let go of anything with a "house," even if that house didn't belong to him.
On this day, the man walked idly by the sea. The left foot stepped on the snail smoothly, the right foot stepped over, and everything was the same. His heart was still thinking about his little house. A drop of rain, falling on his slippers, seeped down, wetting the loose sand on the soles of his feet. He was stunned. Feel the second drop of rain on the collar, the third drop of rain on the bald head...
At this moment, he heard a distant, crisp "click" in his brain, and it seemed to come from below. The man finally thought of the snail, because he had an extra hole for his sake. It's raining at the moment.
He was just about to move on when his footsteps stopped again. As he turned his head and walked back, he said to himself, "The rain has leaked... Leaked rain..." He stopped in front of the snail. As he pondered thoughtfully, the snail slowly began to twist under the man's eyes. In a short time, the snail turned into a small white house, tattered. It was covered with mud and sand and water.
"Your feet are so strong, sir." A word came from his ear.
The man's eyes widened and he looked with delight at the first words his "house" had spoken to him. At this moment, his heart was filled with incredible happiness. He didn't even think about whether it was Snail or his own little house. He didn't notice the clothes on his body, so wet that they could wring out the water. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and a fierce wind mixed with raindrops blew through. Finally, the tattered little house in front of him was blown away. The man watched his "house" being blown away, and then he remembered to chase after it.
He didn't really have to chase after it desperately. But when this man chased, he already felt that what was blown away was his own small house.
He really has a magic world!
The snail was blown to a corner of the beach farther from the sea. The waves on the surface of the sea are crazy, dancing all kinds of radical solo dances. Its story begins to be incoherent. The thick waves tried again and again to rush out of the area he was familiar with, approaching the poor snail layer by layer. Countless stories washed ashore like dense fish eggs. Not to mention that no one can understand it, even there are few people left at the beach. Everyone was frightened back by the wrath of the sea.
The sea really didn't get so angry for no reason, although he had often lost his temper with no one listening to its story before. But it's all about intimidating the audience who ignore it. Seeing that everyone was frightened by him, none of them were satisfied with its vanity. But this time, he saw a different landscape.
"Your feet are so strong, sir." This kind of interaction is something he longs for to this day but has never had. He looked in his eyes and itched in his heart. And when the most resilient layer of waves hits the snail, the secret of the sea is shared. This is its first story listener.
"Your temper is so big, sir." The snail followed the crashing waves and brought the words back to the sea.
Suddenly, the world was quiet. The sea didn't move, thinking about the sentence in a daze.
A gasping man staggered along with his steps.
"No loss, no loss, no more loss..." I picked up the conch.
Walk in the mind of the fish
Qiao Jingyi (15 years old) is a senior (15) class at Jiangyan Senior High School in Sihong County, Jiangsu Province
"You know what? Far away, there is a sea! The sea is bigger, and the fish in the sea live much more freely than we do. A plain carp said to me with great excitement, looking at him like he had been there.
Since then, going to the sea has become my dream.
Finally, on a cool morning, I looked back at my sleeping family and turned resolutely away from the tranquil lake where I had lived for a long time.
I smothered my head and swam desperately eastward, a strong smell of rice accompanied by a cool wind swirling across the lake. I looked up, and a large golden wave of rice shone in the sun. The rice paddies on the shore are walking with the figures of the people who are rising and falling, and the diligent farmers are sowing hope.
"How beautiful..." I sighed at the golden hope, but the other side of my heart drove me to swim to the east all the time.
One day, when I noticed that the water around me had become turbid, "Oh——! A deafening shout shot straight into the sky, accompanied by an earth-shaking drum, a waist drum! Excitedly, I paused for a moment and joined a group of energetic offspring with my fins raised— beating a waist drum and playing a majestic movement on the Loess Plateau.
"How spectacular..." I sighed at the billowing sand, but no matter how spectacular it was, it would not stop me from throwing myself into the sea.
I swam into the clearest of the Yellow River's many tributaries, and ran against the current to the east.
Later, on an equally cool morning, I finally arrived at the Shanghai of my dreams. However, it is not as good as it is hoped.
I saw that the streets were filled with all kinds of people. They wore suits and leather shoes, came and went in a hurry, and the brand-new leather shoes raised wisps of dust. I think of the group of descendants on the Loess Plateau, but I feel that there is a world of difference between the people of the two places. "Why are they so busy?" I don't understand that such a gorgeous scenery on the seashore is not stopped, and everyone's eyes seem to reflect only the image of "numbness", no light.
If people are like this, fish must be no more than that.
The sea is indeed huge. But why do I feel so empty? The sea is indeed beautiful, but why is it so salty? Like a silent cry in the sky, strings of tears slowly converged into the ocean.
"Did you know that there is a lake far away?" Where the fish are happy, there are golden wheat waves and a rich smell of rice..." A colorful clown fish shook its head and tail and said to me, looking at him as if he had been there before.
Source: China Youth Daily