Crow wants to be a singer.

Jingjing is a crow, and her dream is to become the most famous singer in the forest. Unfortunately, God gave it an annoying gong.

When Jingjing was a fledgling chicken, her favorite thing to do was to listen to her neighbor larks. The lark is the most beautiful bird in the forest, and its song is melodious. That beautiful song planted a dream seed in Jingjing's young mind.

One day, Jingjing told her mother, "Mom, I want to be a singer when I grow up!" " "His bright eyes staring at his mother, looking forward to.

However, my mother's answer is like a pot of cold water pouring down. As if she had heard some jokes, her mother smiled and said to Jingjing, "My silly child, crows are not born to sing. How can you be a singer? "

"But I can learn!" Jingjing said obstinately.

"You listen to our voice, so hoarse, no one likes to listen to our singing. I don't want you to mention singing again, it's just a bit of a chew! " There was no doubt about her mother's voice, so Jingjing had to put her little head into her wings sadly without saying a word.

However, the power of dreams is always so powerful. It's like a seed falling in a crack in a cliff, and the harsh environment can't stop it from taking root and sprouting.

Whenever her mother goes out to find food, Jingjing secretly practices singing. On this day, as soon as mother's front foot flew away, Jingjing began to practice.

The song "Whoa, whoa, whoa" is really not very nice. It can be said that it is not a song at all, and the animals have a sense of uneasiness after listening to it. All the animals nearby plug their ears with small leaves.

"Wow-wow-wow" it doesn't care what people think, and it keeps singing at the top of its lungs.

"Jingjing, why are you crying? Who bullied you? " The sentimental little squirrel jumped up and asked it.

"I'm singing! Can't I sing well? " Jingjing stopped. It doesn't understand why the little squirrel asks.

"Oh, well, your singing is really strange." The little squirrel is gone.

Jingjing continued to sing its songs.

Suddenly a small stone flew over and hit Jingjing's round skull. It "ouch" and shouted, "Who is it? ! "

At this time, the monkey's laughter came from a nearby tree: "Haha … you finally stopped. Stop making noise. We want to be quiet. " Watching Jingjing wait for a while, the monkey laughed my head off.

Jingjing flew in a rage and pecked the monkey's head with her sharp mouth. It can't stand animals saying that its music is noise.

"If you can't sing, don't tell me. If you do this again, I will tell your mother. " The monkey said in a hurry.

The words sound just fell and Jingjing stopped and flew back to her nest. He has never felt so lost. His mother doesn't like listening to him sing, and the animals don't like him.

In the evening, mother brought back delicious bugs, but Jingjing didn't eat a bite. He went to bed early. He dreams of becoming the most popular singer in the forest. The animals all asked him for his autograph. ...

The next day, when he woke up, his mouth was still smiling and his claws were still signing.

It was about to tell its mother this beautiful dream, but her mother said, "Get up and eat quickly. Later, mom will look for food. Stay at home and don't disturb the neighbors. "

Jingjing swallowed something on her lips again. She just waited for her mother to leave and continued to practice singing. She only replied softly, "Oh."

In this way, Jingjing practices singing every day when her mother is away. Animals are always particularly disgusted with its singing.

Animals sometimes poke its nest with long bamboo poles, sometimes throw stones at its nest, sometimes complain to Jingjing's mother, and the queen bee even orders a group of bees to sting it ... but the more the animals obstruct it, Jingjing's belief becomes stronger. After all, dreams are not so easily shattered, and I always feel that my singing will become popular sooner or later.

02

Gradually, the animals became less disgusted. They only occasionally ask Doby, a crazy crow singer, when he will hold a concert.

My mother won't criticize. Jingjing can sing that so-called song anytime and anywhere, but my mother just turns a deaf ear and says nothing.

Jingjing is a child with firm goals, perseverance and intelligence. It gets up before dawn every day to practice singing, and studies the score, tone and pronunciation while practicing. It thinks and corrects repeatedly.

One day, Jingjing was practicing singing when suddenly a gust of wind blew and the leaves were brushed.

A beautiful bird flew lightly and landed on the branch beside Jingjing. Its eyes are like clear springs, its feathers are neat and beautiful, and it wears a small and exquisite gold crown.

Jingjing looked at it blankly and said, "Oh, my God! You are the king of birds ... "

"Yes, I am." The bird smiled and nodded. "Son, your singing is unique."

Jingjing almost flew for joy: "Really? Do you mean I sing well? "

"Of course, this is good, but it would be better if you added a little inspiration." The king of birds said mysteriously.

"I always feel not good enough. I am trying to improve, but I can't find the problem. " Jingjing's words are a little melancholy and confused.

The king of birds gently plucked a golden feather from his neck, closed his eyes and said a spell that no one could understand. Then, something magical happened: the golden feather turned into a small and exquisite guitar.

The king of birds handed the guitar to Jingjing and said, "Come, I think it can help you."

Jingjing took the guitar and he couldn't help playing it. A wonderful melody floated in the guitar. Animals in the forest can't help but stop to listen when they hear its voice.

It sings while playing, constantly adjusting the tone and melody with the sound of the guitar. It finally found that feeling and sang a song hidden in its heart.

The song that has been brewing for a long time came out of its throat like a volcanic eruption, which shocked the soul.

Jingjing's mother, who came back from foraging, was moved to tears when she heard her son's infatuated singing. She has never heard such a beautiful song, which is a hundred times better than the lark's song.

Who says crows can't be singers? No, Jingjing became the first rock singer in the forest. Now its biggest worry is that many fans chase it for autographs every day, keeping it busy.