A collection of short stories about two-minute speeches

What are some fairy tales suitable for a 2-4 minute speech?

Little stars grew out of the flowers

It was dark, and the stars in the sky had all gone. Come out and they are ready to play bubble blowing game. The little stars held hands and formed a circle, encircling the moon in the middle of everyone, and let the moon tell everyone stories.

At this time, a little yellow star quietly left everyone. He wanted to sneak away to play somewhere else.

"Hey, what is this...ah, it's a fragrant star!" Little Xingxing saw the trees full of wintersweet flowers, and he happily kissed these fragrant flowers.

"Hey, what is that?" Little Star flew towards a banana tree, "Ha, it's a big green boat!" Little Star jumped on the banana leaf.

"Where is this? Haha, no one can find me if I hide here!" The little star fell into a huge yellow flower.

"I'm so tired, let's sleep here for a while." Little Xingxing lay in a flower, closed her eyes and fell asleep. A gust of wind blew, and the flowers swayed gently.

"It's amazing, little stars are growing in the flowers!" A little mouse discovered the little stars. His cry quickly attracted other companions to come and watch. The mice looked at the little star in the flower in amazement. At this time, the little star was sleeping sweetly in the flower...

Rabbit and Squirrel

Rabbit in the woods Playing, accidentally playing too late, it hurriedly ran towards home.

However, the rabbit ran around, but still did not get out of the woods. It was lost. Looking at the getting darker sky, it became more and more anxious. In a hurry, it bumped into a tree and fell to the ground.

"Ha, ha, ha, the rabbit's eyes are on the back of its head, and it hits the tree with its head!" A squirrel on the tree laughed loudly.

The rabbit got up and continued to find its way out of the woods without saying a word. The squirrel jumped in the trees, following the rabbit and laughing at it.

Suddenly, with a "boom", the squirrel fell from the tree, fell to the ground, sprained his foot, and was in so much pain that he could not speak.

The rabbit hurriedly ran over and helped the squirrel up: "Where did it hurt? Does it matter?"

The squirrel blushed: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt now."

The squirrel said: "Let me lead you out of the woods."

The squirrel led the way, and soon led the rabbit out of the woods.

The two are far apart, but they are still waving and saying: "Goodbye!"

2. A two-minute speech - humorous jokes, fables, whatever.

On one occasion, Reagan was about to deliver a radio address to the nation. Before the official speech was about to begin, the studio staff were making final preparations. "Mr. Reagan, please try the sound again. It will be officially broadcast in a few minutes."

Reagan sat in front of the microphone and said in a solemn voice, "Citizens of the United States, I am very happy. I tell you that today I signed a decree to destroy Russia. In five minutes we will start bombarding Russia." As soon as he said this, the studio was in chaos. Some people suspected that the speakers were malfunctioning, and some thought there was something wrong with their ears. A staff member asked tremblingly

"Mr. President, are you making the official announcement?"

"Of course not, it's just a joke, just like counting down 9, 8, 7 , 6, 5, 4, 2, 1."

"There are two minutes left, don't you want to try again?"

"Don't want to try."

"Please try again anyway?"

"Why?"

"Many people in the sound room have already put down what they are doing. Go out and call your wife."

"What happened?"

"They want to tell their families to prepare for Russia.

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The "Red Classic Story Speech Draft" for the three urgent needs should be told in 1 to 2 minutes, not too long. It is just a speech contest for primary school students

Dear teacher , Dear classmates:

Hello everyone!

Today, I will tell you a story about the young anti-Japanese hero Haiwa who fought against the Japanese. This story took place in the North China Anti-Japanese Base Area. Haiwa is the leader of the children's regiment of Longmen Village. One day, the Japs in the gun tower went into the mountains to grab food. Only Commander Maoyan and a few Japs soldiers were left. Zhao, the leader of the militia squadron, drew a route map for attacking the gun tower. He wrote a letter and was going to give it to Captain Zhang of the Eighth Route Army. He gave the task of delivering the letter to the young hero Haiwa, so he went to deliver the letter under the cover of herding sheep. Unexpectedly, Haiwa ran into the Japanese in the ravine. Haiwa was anxious, where could he hide the chicken feather letter? He looked at the chubby sheep's tail, and his heart moved. He rushed to the front and hugged the old sheep, and twisted the long hair at the base of its tail into two thin ropes. , folded up the chicken feather letter and tied it under the tail. When the Japanese caught up, they found nothing. They forced Haiwa with a gun and asked Haiwa to drive the sheep back to the mountains... Haiwa was tortured all the way. , he finally slipped out late one night, he hurried to the sheepfold, carefully took the chicken feather letter off the sheep's tail, and ran for several miles in one breath. Soon, the Japanese behind him caught up and started driving. The gun hit Haiwa's hand. Haiwa endured the pain and shouted to her uncle from the Eighth Route Army... The arriving Eighth Route Army destroyed the Japanese Japs. Haiwa handed the chicken feather letter to the Eighth Route Army Company Commander Zhang and successfully completed the mission. p>

The story of Haiwa, the young anti-Japanese hero, deeply moved me. We must study hard, overcome all difficulties, become a qualified successor of communism when we grow up, and build a bright future for our motherland. Even better!

My speech is over, thank you all!

Four urgent!!! Short stories for speech (2~3 minutes)

2~ 3 minutes, there are many

Philosophy of Life (04) "The Priest and the Driver"

After a priest left the world, he came to heaven, and the gatekeeper of heaven received him quietly. Entering heaven. Not long after, a taxi driver came who had just left this world, but the gatekeeper welcomed him warmly. The priest asked the gatekeeper puzzledly: "In the world, I am a priest who specializes in teaching people how to pray. , and he is just a taxi driver, why do you have such a big difference in your attitude towards us!"

The gatekeeper said: "That's right! You are a teacher in the world? Father, you teach people to pray very seriously, but most of the believers listening to your teachings are dozing off. When he was in this world, this taxi driver liked to drive fast and did not obey traffic rules. , and often get ticketed by the police, but as soon as someone gets into his taxi, he will definitely pray!"

Note: The key to life is frankness, not formality.

Philosophy of Life (05) "Turn Stones into Gold"

There was a child whose family was very poor, but he was very filial to his mother. Lu Dongbin sympathized with him, so he used his finger to turn stones into gold. The gold was about to be given to the child. The child shook his head and said, "I don't want gold."

Lu Dongbin asked in surprise, "Then what do you want?"

The child said, "I don't want gold." I need your fingers, because if you give me gold, I will run out of it, but with your fingers, I can turn stone into gold when I have no money."

Note: Sometimes, need and greed are just that. A thin line separates.

Philosophy of Life (06) "The Gate of the Heart"

There was a person who had a dream every night. He dreamed that he was walking in a long corridor, and when he reached the end , a door appeared. When he saw the door, he trembled all over and broke into a cold sweat without daring to open the door. In this way, he had the same dream every night for twenty years, and he also sought treatment from a psychiatrist for twenty years.

Later, he changed to a psychiatrist and explained the dream situation to the doctor.

The doctor found it very strange and said to him: "Why don't you open the door and take a look?! It's just death at most!" This man thought it made sense, so he mustered up the courage to push the door open in his dream that night. ……….

The next day, he went to see a psychiatrist. The doctor asked him: "Is the door open?" He nodded and replied: "It is open!" The doctor asked: "What was behind the door?"

He said: "After opening the door, what is in front of you is a soft green grassland, with bright sunshine and dazzling dancing butterflies..."

Note: We I always dare not open the door to the heart of life. Because of fear, I shrink from the door of happiness and dare not face it.

Philosophy of Life (08) "Changing Water"

A man went to visit an eminent monk and wanted to become his teacher to explore the way of life. When he saw the eminent monk, he said to him: : "I have studied Zen with many eminent monks and learned a lot about life philosophy. Would you like to accept me as your disciple?"

He saw the eminent monk holding a teapot and pouring water into a cup. With the tea cup in hand, he saw the water in the tea cup overflowing, but the eminent monk kept pouring water down.

He stopped and said: "Master! Your water keeps flowing out..."

The eminent monk said: "Oh! I thought that pouring new water can remove the water in the cup. The old water has to be replaced!"

Note: Only when we get rid of the subjective fog in our minds can the sunshine of wisdom shine through.

Philosophy of Life (09) "Porcupine Philosophy"

On a cold winter night, two porcupines naturally approached and stayed close to each other for warmth because they were too cold. They stabbed each other and separated. In this way, under the warmth of instinct, they combined and separated, separated and combined. Finally, they finally found the most appropriate distance, without hurting each other, but each other. Keep warm.

Note: For people, this behavior is called "politeness".

Cracked Buckets

A water carrier had two buckets hung at both ends of the pole. One of the buckets had a crack, while the other was intact. After each long-distance transport trip, the intact bucket can always deliver a bucket full of water from the stream to the owner's home, but the cracked bucket arrives at the owner's house with half a bucket of water left. .

For two years, the water bearer carried a bucket and a half of water to the owner's house every day. Of course, the good bucket is proud of its ability to deliver a full bucket of water. Where's the broken barrel? He was very ashamed of his shortcomings and felt very sad that he could only take half of the responsibility.

After suffering the pain of failure for two years, Broken Bucket finally couldn't bear it anymore and said to the water bearer by the stream: "I am very ashamed and must apologize to you." "Why?" The water bearer said Asked: "Why do you feel ashamed?" "In the past two years, because the water leaked all the way from my side, I could only deliver half a bucket of water to your master's house. My shortcomings made you do all the work, but you didn't Only half the results were achieved," said Broken Barrel. The water carrier felt sorry for the broken bucket, and he said lovingly: "As we return to the master's house, I want you to pay attention to the flowers blooming on the roadside."

Sure enough, they were walking on the hillside. , Broken Bucket's eyes lit up, and he saw colorful flowers blooming all over the side of the road, bathed in the warm sunshine. This sight made him a lot happier! However, when it reached the end of the path, it felt uncomfortable again because half of the water was leaked on the path again! The broken barrel apologized to the water bearer again. The water bearer said gently: "Have you noticed that there are flowers on both sides of the path, only on your side, but not on the side of the good bucket? I understand that you have flaws, so I make the best of them. Flower seeds were scattered along the road, and every time I came from the stream, you watered the flowers for me! For two years, these beautiful flowers decorated the master’s dining table.

If you weren't like this, there wouldn't be such beautiful flowers on the master's table! "

Window

There was a lady who had been complaining for many years that the lady across the street was lazy, "That woman's clothes can never be washed clean. Look, the clothes she hangs in the yard outside are always dirty. There are spots. I really don’t know how she could even wash her clothes like that

It wasn’t until one day when a friend who was very discerning came to her house and found out that it wasn’t the wife across the street who couldn’t wash her clothes cleanly. . The attentive friend took a rag and wiped off the dust stains on the wife's window and said, "Look, isn't this clean?"

It turned out that the window of his own home was dirty.

Candy Selling Philosophy

When a child goes to the store to buy candies, he always likes to find the same salesperson. Because other salesmen would grab a large handful first, weigh them, and then take away the excess candies one by one. But the cute salesperson would grab less than the weight every time, and then add more one by one.

Although there is no difference in the number of candies received in the end, the children just like the latter. This "candy selling philosophy" tells people: In life, the same efforts will have different effects just because of different methods.

A jar of jam

[US] Compiled by Edgar Bledsoe and Jung Suli

As long as a person still has the strength to help others, he is rich

I remember one year, I lost my job. Before that, the factory where my father worked closed down. Our family only relied on my mother’s income from making clothes for others.

One time my mother was ill for several weeks and could not work. Because I had no money to pay the electricity bill, the electricity company cut off the electricity to my home, and then the gas company cut off the gas. In the end, if the health department hadn't stopped the water company for public health reasons, my family would have no water at all. The pantry at home was empty. Fortunately, I had a small vegetable garden, so we had to light a firewood in the backyard and cook to satisfy our hunger.

One day, my sister came home from school and said excitedly: "We are going to bring some things to school tomorrow and donate them to the poor to help them tide over their difficulties." My mother was about to blurt out: "I I don’t know if there are people who are poorer than us!” Grandma was living with us at the time. She quickly took my mother’s arm and frowned, telling her not to say that.

"Iva," grandma said, "if you let a child think of herself as a 'poor' from an early age, she will be a 'poor' all her life. She will always wait for help from others. How can such a person How can you be a 'rich man' if you can cheer up? Don't we still have a jar of homemade jam? Let her take it. "As long as a person has the strength to help others, he is rich." Grandma didn't know where to find it. Take a piece of soft paper and a piece of pink ribbon and carefully wrap the last jar of jam in my house. The next day, my sister happily and proudly went to help the "poor" with gifts.

To this day, my sister, who owns three hotels, still remembers the jar of jam. Whether in the company or in the community, whenever she sees someone in need of help, my sister always thinks that she should be the one "delivering jam". ▲

"Global Times" (page 22, February 7, 2005)

Red glass ball

Compiled by Guo Yan

During the hard years of the Great Depression in 1930, I lived in a small community in southeastern Kansas. Because food was scarce and money was scarce, people often bartered, exchanging goods in kind. At that time, I often visited Mr. Miller's stall to buy some fresh vegetables.

One day, while Mr. Miller was helping me put potatoes into the bag, I noticed a little boy staring greedily at a basket of freshly picked peas. The boy was thin and wore patched but clean clothes. I paid for the potatoes but was also attracted to the fresh peas as I absolutely love the taste of buttered peas with potatoes. As I was considering whether to buy beans, I overheard a conversation between Mr. Miller and the boy.

"Hello, Barry, how are you today?"

"Very good, Mr. Miller, thank you.

These peas look awesome. "

"It's really good, Bai Rui. How is your mother? "

"Fortunately, I am more energetic than before. "

"Don't you want to bring back some beans? "

"No, sir, I have no money. "

"Well, do you have anything in exchange? "

"There is only one winning glass ball. "

"Really? let me see. "

"Here you go, it's beautiful. "

"Well, it's just that I want a red glass ball, not a blue one. Do you have the red one? "

"It doesn't seem like...but I'll probably win one next time. "

"Well, you take this bag of peas home and bring me a red glass ball when you come next time. "

"Okay, thank you, sir. "

Mrs. Miller came over to help me pack the peas. She smiled and said to me: "There are two other children like this in this community, and their families are very poor." Jimmy (Miller's nickname) was willing to give them fruits and vegetables such as peas, apples, and tomatoes. When the children came next time with red glass balls, he would say that he actually didn't like red ones, and then give them a bag of vegetables and ask them to bring green or orange balls next time. "

"Miller is such a good person! "I was very moved when I heard that. After a while, I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot Mr. Miller and the boys exchanging glass balls. Time flies, and many years later, I have the opportunity to go back to that small town. The community visited old friends, and it was also at this time that Mr. Miller passed away.

They held a farewell ceremony for him in the evening, and since all the friends were there, I went with them as we approached the morgue. While walking, we met many relatives of the deceased, and we tried our best to say some words of comfort. Walking in front of us were three young people, one wearing a military uniform, and the other two wearing suits and ties. Mrs. Miller tried her best to restrain her grief. Standing gently beside her husband's coffin, three young people came to her, each embraced her, kissed her on the cheek, said a few words, and then went to Mr. Miller's coffin. With tearful eyes, I watched them come to the coffin one by one, hold the cold hand of the deceased with their warm hands, and then they slowly walked out of the morgue with tears in their eyes.

It was our turn. When I walked in front of Mrs. Miller, I told her who I was and mentioned the past about the glass ball. Mrs. Miller took my hand and came to the coffin and said, "The three young people who left." Those are the three boys I told you about back then. They just told me how grateful they were to Jimmy for the 'exchange' they made. Now, since Jimmy can no longer change his mind about the marble he doesn't like - they are here to 'pay off' the debt. "

"We never got rich," she continued, "but now, Jimmy can proudly say that he is the richest man in the community. "Then she gently raised her husband's right hand. I was surprised to find three exquisite shining red glass balls in her hand! ▲

Is it worth it?

Zheng Jie Compilation

In a battle, when soldier Jim saw his good partner fall on the battlefield, fear took over his heart. He was trapped in the trench, under continuous gunfire and bullets. Flying overhead. He asked the lieutenant if he could go to the "no man's land" between the trenches to rescue his companions.

"You can go," the lieutenant said, "but I don't think so." Not worth it. Your friends may have died, and you may have died too. "The lieutenant's words did not affect Jim, and he went anyway.

Miraculously, Jim reached his friend safely and carried his friend back to the trench. In the trench, the officer checked the injured Jim and looked at Jim The friend who had already died said, "I told you, it's not worth it. Your friend died and you were mortally wounded. "

"Still, sir, it's worth it. "Jim said.

"What do you mean, it's worth it?" said the lieutenant, "your friend has died!"

"Yes, sir," Jim replied, "it's worth it, because When I found him, he was still alive and he said, 'Jim, I knew you were coming. ' It was satisfying to hear him say that. Don't you think it's worth it, sir?" > Wisdom from Africa

[US] Compiled by Reginald McKnight Shengson

Love, friendship, family

Tell me what you love Man, I know what kind of person you are.

White ants don’t love the straw they carry---people who seem to be close may not necessarily love you.

Make friends when you don’t need them.

Eggs teach hens how to hatch eggs --- children teach parents how to be parents.

Ingenious Begging

[US] Compiled by Morel Nunn and Zhang Xiaofeng

I was shocked when I heard the news that my husband was about to be "laid off" I will never forget it.

By then, ten years into our marriage, John expressed to me his concerns about this nightmare experience. He assured me that he would make every effort to find a new job to make ends meet. We have three children under the age of five, with another one on the way, and John is the family's sole breadwinner.

"Life goes on," John said, looking much more optimistic than I did. "At least we still have health, and all we lost was a job. In addition, the company will continue to pay wages for three months. During this period, I will definitely be able to find a new job, so I don't have to worry."

John He graduated from a prestigious university and has an excellent work background. I believe his confidence is justified. John lost his father at an early age, and early on he took on the responsibility of caring for his mother and younger siblings. He was also an Olympic athlete and knew how to face challenges and work hard and skillfully. But months passed and he still had not found a job. I became more and more frightened, and my "superstition" about him began to waver. What if he can't find a job? If I were not pregnant, I could go back to school and teach. The problem is that it is less than 3 months since our fourth child was born.

Our savings are low, our installment loan has been in arrears for two months, and we have no other source of income, so I have to live frugally. In the end, I almost ran out of money for food.

One day when I was taking my children to the supermarket, I noticed a boy filling cartons with overripe fruits and expired food. I hesitantly asked him where he wanted to send these foods, and he said: "We will cut the price and throw away what can't be disposed of." I looked at the old carrots, celery and tomatoes, which were enough for our family to eat for several weeks. I thought, how can I beg for some food for the children in a decent way?

"We have a rare Mongolian rabbit!" I blurted out and glanced at the three hungry children. "I want to buy it some food."

He replied simply: "Since it is for the rabbit to eat, I won't charge you." That day he packed 5 boxes of food in one go In my car, I was busy chatting with me. I talked about our family, which was about to add another child, and he also talked about his own situation. His name is Jeff, and he comes from a poor family of five. He works here to pay for college tuition.

As the weeks passed, Jeff began packing boxes of expired and damaged food into boxes. The peanut butter, soup and cheese are still edible, but are required to be thrown away. "The little rabbit must like to eat these things," he explained why he gave us these things. A few months later, we discovered that there were more and more varieties of laundry detergent, milk, juice, butter hidden under the food. Later, every time Jeff collected a box of "rabbit food", he would call me and deliver it to my door from time to time. But he never asked about the little rabbit and left every time he put his things down.

When my fourth daughter was born, I was both happy and worried about future family expenses. "Please, God," I prayed, "you have promised that our suffering will never be more than we can bear.

What should we do? "At this time, the husband quietly walked into the delivery room and said, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I found a great job this morning. "I closed my eyes and thanked God for His blessings on us. "The bad news," he continued, "is that the little Mongolian rabbit is gone. "

Later I went to that supermarket and Jeff no longer worked there. According to the supermarket manager, while I was busy preparing for the birth of the baby, he moved and did not leave a new address.

I silently vowed to repay those kind people who helped us in times of trouble. In the next 10 years, I fulfilled my promise, but my wish was not completely fulfilled until one day 10 years later. Meet Jeff standing in front of the supermarket office, wearing a "manager" badge on his chest

A person who has helped you and maintained your self-esteem, a person who has reached out to you. How do you express your gratitude to someone who believes you have a rare Mongolian rabbit in your life without belittling your abilities? I'm not surprised at all that Jeff was promoted. He has special qualities. The gift of knowing how to listen to my special prayers

"Mrs. Nunn! "He shouted excitedly: "I miss you and your family often. How's the little rabbit doing? "He asked softly.

Holding Jeff's hand, I blinked and whispered: "Thank you for your concern. That rabbit left us a long time ago and we are doing great. "▲

Five needs a joke story suitable for speech, about 2 minutes!

On the first day of school, the teacher asked Xiao Ming: "Xiao Ming, 1 1=?" Xiao Ming said: “I don’t know. "The teacher said: "Then you go home and ask your family. "Xiao Ming went to ask his mother. Her mother was quarreling with others. Xiao Ming asked: "Mom 1 1=? Mom said: "Son of a bitch!" "Xiao Ming knew 1 1 = bastard; Xiao Ming went to ask his father again. Dad was drinking beer. Xiao Ming asked: "Dad 1 1 =? Dad said: "It's cool!" "Xiao Ming knew that 1 1= was cool again; Xiao Ming went to ask his grandfather again. Grandpa was watching TV. Xiao Ming asked: "Grandpa 1 1=? Grandpa said: "Gangster boss!" "Xiao Ming knows 1 1 = gang boss; Xiao Ming goes to ask his sister again, who is singing the national anthem: People who don't want to be slaves! Xiao Ming knows 1 1 = people who don't want to be slaves; Xiao Ming goes to ask his sister again, sister I was singing a children's song: Little Rabbit, open the door! Xiao Ming knows 1 1= Little Rabbit, please open the door. The next day, the teacher asked: "Xiao Ming 1 1=?" Xiao Ming said: "You bastard." "Pa" the teacher slapped Xiao Ming, and Xiao Ming said: "It's great." The teacher said inexplicably: "Who taught you?" "Xiao Ming said: "The gang boss. The teacher was startled and asked: "Xiao Ming, what are you doing?" Xiao Ming sang: People who don't want to be slaves. The teacher shut Xiao Ming out. Xiao Ming knocked on the door and sang: "Little rabbit, open the door obediently. Teacher" Dizzy

Six philosophical short story themes for two-minute speeches

Cherish life and not be afraid of setbacks

There is a man named Abag living in Inner Mongolia On the grassland. Once, the young Abag and his father lost their way on the grassland. Abag was tired and scared, and in the end he could hardly walk, so his father took out 5 coins from his pocket. One coin was buried in the grass, and the other four were placed in Abag's hand and said: "There are 5 gold coins in life, one each for childhood, youth, youth, middle age, and old age. You have just used one now." One coin is the one buried in the grass. You can't throw all five coins in the grassland. You have to use them little by little and make a difference every time, so that your life will not be in vain. We must step out of the grassland today, and you must step out of the grassland in the future. The world is a big place. When you are alive, you should go to more places and see more. Don't throw your gold coins away if they are useless. "With the encouragement of his father, Abag walked out of the grassland that day. When he grew up, Abag left his hometown and became an excellent captain.

Secret: Cherish life and you can overcome setbacks swampland.

A 72-minute speech on fairy tales

Once upon a time there was a wolf. He was so old that his teeth were almost gone. He would often lie motionless and weak. there.

Once, the hungry wolf stood up from the grass to look for food. While walking, the wolf suddenly found a pony eating grass. So the wolf said fiercely: "Pony, I'm going to eat you!" The pony said: "Old guy, you have no teeth, how can you eat me?" The wolf said fiercely: "I have many teeth. Yes." "Let me see!" said Xiao Ma. After hearing what the pony said, the wolf opened his mouth unconvinced. The pony immediately rushed toward the wolf like a sword, then raised his foot and kicked the wolf's teeth hard. The wolf was kicked down by the pony and lay motionless on the grass, with two teeth missing. Not only did the wolf fail to eat the pony, he was also injured.

The wolf stood up from the grass again and walked forward. As he walked, he found another tailor holding an iron ruler in his hand. The wolf said ferociously: "Tailor, tailor, I'm going to eat you." The tailor was frightened when he saw it. The wolf said again: "Tailor, don't run away!" The tailor was afraid, so he thought of a way. The tailor pretended to be serious and said: "Wolf, you have no teeth, how can you eat me?" "Why can't I eat you? I have no teeth, but I can swallow it directly." The tailor said: "You are so bold." wolf. The wolf began to become fierce: "You look down on me, right?" Okay, I'll eat you now. "As soon as he finished speaking, the wolf opened its mouth and ran towards the tailor. When the tailor saw the wolf coming, he raised the iron ruler and aimed it at the wolf's mouth. Go, the iron ruler was just right for the wolf's throat. , the wolf died. The tailor defeated the wolf with his own wisdom

This story tells us that we should learn from the pony and the tailor and use our own wisdom and ability to overcome difficulties.

A short story of 81 to 2 minutes

On August 28, 1927, next to the old Shanghai Railway Station, a little boy and his parents sent his uncle back to his hometown.

As soon as my uncle got on the train, suddenly, the bombs dropped by the Japanese invaders in the sky fell like rain. When a bomb was dropped, the train was broken into pieces, and the house was trampled. No one died like a madman. He seemed to be running around shouting: "The devil is coming, run!" "The mother immediately put the little boy in a safe place. As soon as his parents walked out, a bomb took their lives.

After a few hours, the war finally ended. Japanese invasion The little boy walked slowly. Suddenly, the Shanghai train was filled with corpses and the smell of burning cigarettes. The corpse of his father was lying next to him, and he couldn't help but cry. At this moment, a kind person sent the little boy to an orphanage in order to prevent other children from being like him. We lost our parents like that. In order for the Japanese invaders to stop killing people randomly, we must act together to "maintain peace and stop the war."