Sleeping fairy tales for babies [4]

# Children's Story # Introduction In order to make the baby grow up healthily and the parent-child relationship more harmonious, parents can choose to tell stories before going to bed appropriately to enhance the communication opportunities with the baby. A good fairy tale with a beautiful picture sense can purify the baby's mind and enter a higher spiritual realm. Draw a dream with thick night and colorful phosphor. The lively animal images in bedtime fairy tales make people laugh. The following is an unorganized and shared bedtime fairy tale for your baby. Welcome to read and learn from it.

A short story about a fairy tale about a baby sleeping: moss on a rock.

Green moss grows on the rocks in the shade of high mountains. The little pine tree saw it and said, "Moss, you live in such a dark and humid place. Don't you feel wronged and painful when you don't see the sun all the year round? "

Moss said with a smile: "I can grow in places where the sun can't shine, spread a green carpet on bare stones and increase vegetation for Qingshan." This is what I am happy to do. I feel very happy, without any grievance or pain. "

The little pine tree nodded and said, "I didn't expect you to have such spirit and grace." It's amazing. " No wonder the Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei also wrote poems to praise you. "When the little pine tree finished, he shook his head and recited a poem by Wang Wei:" The moss on the stone is clean and the grass is soft. "

Moss laughed even happier when he heard this.

After a few days, the little pine tree saw that the green leaves of moss turned yellow and asked with concern, "Moss, why did your green leaves turn yellow?" Are you sick? "

Moss shook his head and said, "I'm not sick." There is too much sulfur dioxide in the air. This poisonous gas is absorbed and accumulated in my body, so the branches and leaves turn yellow. I want to use my yellow body to warn people that the air quality is too bad, so hurry up to control pollution and purify the air. "

Hearing this, the little pine tree felt that its needles were abnormal. Shake your body and make a sound, plus moss to remind people to be vigilant.

A few days later, the nearby small chemical plant closed and the air quality improved. Moss gradually turns green.

The little pine tree praised and said, "Moss, I admire your spirit and courage of sacrificing yourself for others. You would rather take drugs and warn people when your body turns yellow. " You are really a sentry to monitor environmental pollution. "

Qingsi smiled and said, "Little pine tree, you flatter me. In fact, your contribution to mankind is greater than mine. "

The second fairy tale about sleeping for the baby: My father is the lion king.

One year, an unprecedented Armageddon broke out in the animal kingdom, and the majestic lion king was unfortunately killed in the decisive battle. Soon, many maggots grew on the rotting body of the lion king. Later, the maggots turned into pupae, and after emergence, a group of red-headed flies flew out.

The fly felt honored to find that he grew up on the lion king. They hummed a ditty, touted each other and showed off their noble life everywhere: "My father is the lion king! My father is the lion king! " Those flies born in the sewer looked at them curiously and laughed. "Although you flaunt your noble birth, you are still disgusting flies! Except for red hair, it seems nothing strange! "

The red-headed fly said angrily, "We are descendants of the authentic lion king. We inherited the majesty of the lion. We dare to sit side by side with the tiger. Look! " With that, Qi Fei fell on the tiger's head to show his extraordinary value.

In fact, the tiger was so absorbed in hunting wild boar that he didn't notice the red-headed fly at all. He crouched down and slowly approached his prey. Just as he was about to jump, the wild boars found him, screaming and fleeing in all directions.

The red-headed fly thought: The wild boar also knew that my father was the lion king, and ran away as soon as he saw us. This time, those ordinary flies must have nothing to say. Our identities are just different! So they flew to the village with confidence.

In the village, a large family is decorating and arranging a banquet to get married. The wedding was full of joy. The red-headed flyswatter flapped its wings and nodded to the guests, but no one paid attention. They didn't lose heart, but they often appeared at parties, singing little songs. Have a rest at the dining table and climb on the cups and plates for a while. After a while, smack your mouth and taste seafood; After a while, I will crush my forelimbs and touch my head. ...

"Hey, where is the red-headed fly!" People exclaimed in disgust.

The master repeatedly apologized and immediately ordered his men to kill flies.

The fly said, "Don't get me wrong, we are not ordinary flies. We have a very noble position. My father is the lion king ... "

Regardless of the confession of red-headed flies, people have picked up fly swatter and chased and culled together.

The red-headed fly repeatedly confessed, "My father is the lion king!" "

The third fairy tale about sleeping a baby: a fool in an urn hat

There is a family in Liang dynasty, all of whom are fools. One day, the father called his son and said:

"You give me go to the market to buy a hat. I heard someone say that the hat is worn on the head and needs to be able to hold the head. You must find such a hat when you go to the market. "

My son went to the market to buy hats according to his father's instructions. He looked everywhere and found a place that others said was selling hats. The shopkeeper took out a black silk hat for him. The hat was folded and not opened. Silly son searched for a long time, but he couldn't find a place to put his head down. He put down his silk hat and left. Then, he went to many shops and looked for the hat he wanted all day. When I was about to go home, I suddenly saw a small shop selling urns, which contained a large urn. The urn is empty, just enough for a servant's head. He thought that this was probably the hat, so he bought the urn home.

His father also thinks it's a hat. He picked up the urn and put it on his head, then on his face and neck, but he couldn't see anything. This silly father wears an urn cap every time he goes out, and his nose is very painful, and it is difficult to get out of the traffic jam. However, he thought that the hat was like this, and he often wore it painfully. Over time, the nose peels and sores, and thick cocoons are ground on the neck. At this point, he is still unwilling to take off this "hat". However, since then, every time he put on his hat, the pain is unbearable, so he can only sit at home with his hat on and dare not go out for a walk.

Wearing a hat was supposed to make people more comfortable. I can't even think of such a basic and simple truth. I would rather suffer than ask others for advice. Of course, I only suffer in the end. This is also the inevitable result of those stupid people who have no brains and are stubborn.

Chapter 4 Baby Sleeping Fairy Tales: The Ability to Be Happy

God sometimes likes to play pranks.

There is an entrepreneur in Wenzhou with assets of hundreds of millions. But he must envy a beggar. He thinks beggars live a better life than he does, and he has endless work to do every day. He is also worried that his subordinates will speak ill of him, and he is even more afraid that his subordinates will betray him. He was afraid to go to crowded places for fear that someone would take out a knife and cut him. He felt that danger was everywhere.

He was all-powerful in Wenzhou, but when he got home, he became a poor boy. Only when his elderly mother held him gently as she did when she was a child can she sleep peacefully.

There is a fable: the king saw a poor man in rags, enjoying the sunshine happily every day. The king was puzzled, and finally thought that the rags of the poor contained the secret of happiness, so he sent someone to buy the rags of the poor, but he was still unhappy.

The rich businessman went to see a psychiatrist, hoping that the doctor could cure him and make him happy. But in this world, happiness is something that others can't give, and it is an ability of oneself. Only when a person has the ability to be happy, no matter what situation he is in, he will feel happy.

The psychological crisis of wealthy businessmen requires taking a lot of sleeping pills every day to calm down. This is God's prank. It is said that wealth can make people confident, safe, stable and even bring happiness, but it is not necessarily true. If you don't have that ability, wealth may bring nothing.

There is a joke that an old cat is worried and unhappy all day, thinking about her own worries. He thinks he is the unhappiest cat in the world. One day, it saw a kitten chasing around its tail and had a good time. The old cat asked, "How can you be so happy?" The kittens said, "I have happiness on my tail."

The old cat came home, chasing its tail in circles, and really felt very happy. The old cat suddenly realized, "Happiness lies in the tail."

Of course it's a joke.

But happiness can be made, and we also have many such happy "tails". If you think that happiness is fresh air in the morning, a hearty dinner, a sincere greeting, and all your wishes are picked by trustworthy hands, then happiness will come to you at any time. Besides these, there should be many answers, such as thirsty for a glass of water and hot wind … as long as you are happy.

In Romania, there is such a cemetery that many people like to visit. Because there are many happy characters in this cemetery.

There is a tombstone that says, "My hobby is drinking. Look, there is a wine bottle painted on my tombstone. I raise my glass to congratulate you and wish you good luck! " "

There is also a sentence written on a tombstone: "I am the oldest in the village and I like dancing all my life." Brother Peter, sing loudly as a backup singer ... come and see me. Like me, I can live to be 96 years old. I wish you a longer life than me. "

There are many such epitaphs in this cemetery, attracting many tourists to stop, and the cemetery with few people has become a tourist attraction, which the cemetery manager did not expect. And these happiness were originally left to the world by these peasants, poor people and even beggars who entered the grave. They create happiness for themselves when they are alive and bring happiness to the world when they die.