Hao Han Bird (Fable)

I remember this is a fable in my Chinese textbook in primary school. I forgot the author's name. Because of the long history, I only remember one thing:

A long time ago, there was a bird named Hao Han Bird. Her feathers are gray and khaki. She didn't think it looked good, so she picked up beautiful feathers everywhere and put them on herself. Every day, I either take a selfie by the river or go to play.

At the end of summer, magpies are busy picking grass to build nests, but Hao Han birds laugh at magpies. Winter is still early, so why pick grass to build a nest? Do you see how hot the sun is? How bright are the flowers in the Woods? How clear is the water in this river? You should enjoy this wonderful time.

Hao Han Bird saw the mouse digging a hole. She deliberately made a beautiful rotation around the mouse, so that the mouse could see the most beautiful feather she had inserted into herself. Ask the mouse, "am I beautiful?" The mouse kept scraping the soil and said, "beautiful." Hao Han bird happily and proudly raises its most beautiful feathers, dances, sings a little song, walks happily and plays. ...

Winter is coming, and the cold wind with white hair and snow is overwhelming. Magpies get into warm nests and enjoy their delicious preserved in autumn. The mouse also got into the cave, where there was endless food. Only the Hao Han bird stood trembling on the bare branches, praying that the sun would come out quickly: "Duoduo, Duoduo, the cold wind froze me to death, and I will build a nest tomorrow."

When the sun came out, Hao Han bird stretched and enjoyed the warmth of the sun, but still didn't go to the nest. At night, the north wind roared, and Hao Han birds prayed to the sun again: shivering, shivering, the cold wind froze me to death, and I will build a nest tomorrow. ...