Fairy tale script: the ear of an old crock

all ears are not called ears for nothing.

all ears can hear sound.

including the ears of the old crock.

The old crock is so old that it can only be remembered roughly, about 188 years old. People of this age, as long as they are not immortals, are more or less deaf; The back of the ear means that the ear is not so sensitive, and some small and subtle sounds can't be heard clearly. The old crock is not a fairy, so the old crock's ears are like this.

The old crock knows that it is an outdated vessel. It looks rustic, old and not fashionable at all. Therefore, it has been living in a small room with a lot of debris.

One day, the naughty spider went to the ear of the old crock to pull the net.

The old crock felt itchy, so he dug it twice with his finger.

"what? You want to dig me to death! " The spider shouted loudly and meanly.

The old crock got a fright. At first glance, it was a little spider. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you. What are you doing in my ear? "

"Pull the net!" The little spider said rightfully.

"Oh, I said how to itch." The old crock knows the little spider and has seen the little spider pull the net countless times. For it, the little spider is a great-grandson and great-grandson, and the little child and the old crock are not angry with it at all. "My ears can't pull the net, it wants to listen to the sound. If the sound is caught in your net, can I still hear it? Besides, what are you doing online? Mosquitoes, flies and moths are your delicious meals, but sound is not edible. "

The old crock's attitude is so kind that the little spider is embarrassed. This is the first time it has listened to the old crock. It used to think that the old crock was dumb. "Old crock, so you are not dumb? So you can hear voices, too! "

Yes, the old crock can not only talk, but also tell thousands of years of history if it talks. The old crock can not only hear sounds, but also the sounds it has heard are rare stories.

From then on, the little spider didn't look down on the old crock as before. It became friends with the old crock.

Although the old crock is a little deaf, it can hear the sound of thunder, rain and wind clearly.

When it thunders, the little spider hides in the belly of the old crock, and it can hear rumbling.

When it rains, the little spider hides in the belly of the old crock, and it can hear the ticking.

When the wind blows, the little spider hides in the belly of the old crock, and it can hear the buzz.

When the thunder stopped, the spider asked the old crock, "Where is the old crock? Why can't you hear it?"

The old crock said, "Boom went back to the sky."

When the rain stopped, the little spider asked the old crock, "Where's Didi, old crock? Why can't you hear it?"

The old crock said, "Tick-tock got into the soil."

When the wind stopped, the little spider asked the old crock, "Where's the buzz, old crock? Why can't you hear it?"

The old crock said, "Is it buzzing? Yes, where is it?" Buzz may have gone home. " "Where is the buzzing home?" "As far as I know, the sky, the ocean, the earth ... grass, fields, forests ... are all buzzing homes. In addition, accordions, pedal organs and pianos are also buzzing homes. " "By the way, I've heard buzzing at the accordion, pedal organ and piano."

In another big house far away from the little spider and the old crock, there is a beautiful girl who plays the piano every day and a tune that the old crock can't hear clearly every day. Although I can't hear it clearly, the old crock is very familiar with the tune, just like seeing the back of an old friend in a sea of people. Although I didn't see it clearly, it was very familiar and kind. "Cough ..." The old crock sighed. The piano sounded faintly in the distance. "Cough-"The old crock sighed again.

"Old crock, are you unhappy?" Asked the little spider.

"Ha ha, I'm not unhappy. I just think I'm too old. "

"What's wrong with being old? Do you have to cough and sigh when you are old? "

The spider criticized the old crock. The old crock felt that the little spider was right. "Arguably, there is nothing wrong with being old. Not all people sigh when they are old. But my ears are not so bright. I really want to hear some voices, but I just can't hear them clearly. I think I'm probably too old. "

"you are not too old! You are only 188 years old, how can you be proud, as if you are the oldest elder in the world? This can't be done. Do you know that?/You know what? I have a pair of friends who are stone lions. They have lived for 9999 years. In fact, they have lived for over 1, years. They modestly say that they are 9999 years old. It seems that they are one year short of 1, years old. I also have a friend, a bench, who has lived for 1111 years, but in the dead of night, he still goes to see his old friends everywhere and visits his former hometown! It never walks during the day, because people think that the stool itself will not move, and it will always be there if it is placed there; Stools can't walk, and the legs of stools are used to stand all their lives; If a stool walks, humans will say that it has become a monster and have to throw it into the fire to burn it to ashes. The bench, which has lived for 1111 years, never moves a step during the day in order to save its own life and not to frighten human beings. Even if the child was naughty and knocked it over, it wouldn't stand up when it clearly could. It's afraid of scaring humans. At night, it walks all over the country. Old crock, look at you, you are only 188 years old, how can you pretend to be old and say that you are too old? " The little spider "lectured" the old crock at length, but instead of being angry, the old crock laughed happily, with thunder and wind, rumbling and buzzing. The little spider has never seen the old crock so happy. When the old crock finished laughing, he said, "So, I'm really not old. Compared with stone lions and benches, I am still a little brother. "

"yes, you are the little brother. But not my little brother, I have to admit that I am not as old as you, and I can't pretend to be big in front of you. " The little spider seems very polite at the moment.

"You are an honest boy." The old crock likes the little spider more, and even the little spider finds it naughty to pull the net in its ear and feels cute. It looked up and saw the little spider pulling the net on the shed. "Little spider, I think you are either pulling a net or dragging a silk around. What is that?"

"just for fun!"

"what's that for?"

"play on the swing."

The little spider said, swinging a thread and falling. "I just remembered, old crock, why did you cough and cough just now?"

The old crock is a little embarrassed to say.

"tell me about it. I said so much, and you said so little. It's really stingy! " The little spider didn't know that the old crock was embarrassed, and thought it was stingy.

I'm sorry about the old crock, so I have to say it.

it says it's a little hard of hearing. It says that the ears are a little deaf. It says it's a little deaf, and it's not so bright. It says that when the ear doesn't work, it thinks whether it is too old. It says that every day from a small house in the distance, there is a beautiful sound of playing the piano, which reminds it of the distant past and an old friend. It said that it really wanted to hear the tune played by the big house in the distance, but it was always difficult to hear clearly.

oh, that's it!

The little spider also remembered that tune. Spider knows how a person feels when he thinks of old memories and old friends.

At the same time, the little spider remembered the old crock saying that the sound was inedible. You can't eat the sound, you can listen! Why not net the sound and give it to the old crock to hear clearly and completely? At that time, the old crock will be like going back to the past, and it will be like seeing old friends.

The silk drawn by the little spider is very thin, very thin, as thin as the sunshine from the sky.

The web made by the little spider is dense, dense and dense, as dense as the sunlight covering the earth.

The little spider weaves a fine, dense and shiny net at the entrance of the small house, where the piano sounds. When the beautiful girl's piano sounded again, when the tune that the old crock was familiar with came again, the little spider stuck every little note with the thin, dense and shiny net.

"Old crock," said the little spider, deliberately trying not to show his excitement, "close your eyes."

"Spider, why do you want me to close my eyes?"

"cough! If you close it, you close it. " The little spider was in a hurry and simply closed the eyelids of the old crock by herself. "Ha ha ha ... so itchy, so itchy! I close it myself, I close it myself. " The little spider's hand is very light. When it touches the old crock, the old crock itches.

The old crock honestly closed his eyes.

The little spider gently, gently, took the fine, dense and shiny music net to the old crock, shook it, shook it, shook it, and shook countless small notes in the air, which permeated around the ears of the old crock.

"Ah, it's ... it's that tune ..."

"Don't talk!" The little spider put her hand over the mouth of the old crock.

It seems that the beautiful girl in the big house in the distance is sitting in this small house, sitting in front of the old crock, playing specially for it. That piece of music is full of all the spaces in the small house, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-graceful, sometimes erupting, sometimes whispering, sometimes crashing on the shore, sometimes the sunset shines late ...

It's been a long time since the music ended, and the old crock is still sitting there motionless, and his eyes seem to be far away.

Suddenly, the old crock seemed to have just woken up from a dream and shouted at the little spider:

"Little spider, I heard you clearly! I heard you! That's it, that's the tune, "the old crock's voice trembled." This is "Fishing Light Song". More than a thousand years ago, my old friend, a fisherman who fished, played it with a flute every day! " The vicissitudes of the old crock's face became radiant and radiant with excitement. In the past long years, it never told anyone about the past, but today no one let it talk, but it can't help talking, and even speaks much more fluently than before. It turns out that the old crock went fishing in Dongting Lake with the old fisherman more than 1 years ago. People say Dongting Lake is big now, but I don't know how many times it was bigger then! At that time, the Dongting Lake was full of water and sky, swaying ying ying, connected with Tianshui, and boundless. At that time, the old crock was still a small crock, which was younger than the old fisherman. It is the old fisherman's partner and friend. It sometimes holds a jar of delicious fish soup for the old fisherman, sometimes a jar of delicious rice for the old fisherman, and sometimes a jar of mellow and good wine for the old fisherman. The old fisherman makes a living by fishing, so he goes fishing with the old fisherman every day. When the old fisherman casts his net to wait for the free time to set it up, when he lets the boat drift leisurely, or after the sunset, he always plays the "Fishing Light Song" with his shiny bamboo flute. The old fisherman blows on the water, blows on the shore, blows in the bright sunshine and also blows in the faint moonlight. He has no relatives, no children, and a boat is his wandering home. What does he want to tell people, playing "Yu Guang Qu"; When he wants to hear something from others, he also plays "Yu Guang Qu". Except on the water boat, he stayed in the sound of bamboo flute ...

"What happened later? What happened to the old fisherman? "

The little spider couldn't wait to hear "Later", but the old crock didn't speak for a long time. It doesn't want to say "later".

"Old crock, come on, what happened to the old fisherman?"

The old crock said darkly, "The old fisherman died later."

The spider didn't want the old fisherman to die, and said, "How did the old fisherman die? How could the old fisherman die? Don't let the old fisherman die! "

"people always die. My friend the old fisherman is no exception. The exception is that he knows when and when he will die. Before he died, he drank a jar of good wine that I gave him, bit by bit, without a drop left. After drinking, he said to me: hey! Old chap, I can't stay with you. I don't live as long as you. After a while, I will lie on the edge of the deck and I will lie there and die. "

"Why did you choose it there?"

"I lay on the deck and died. When the wind blows at night, the boat will sway and throw me into the lake. ..... Fish has supported me all my life. When I die, just give me to the fish. Old chap! Don't you think it's good that people come from the water and go back into the water? Also, feeding me to the fish is my little reward for the fish ... "

The old crock was so sad that I stopped talking.

The little spider is also sour, because it is sour, so it doesn't ask.

The old crock and the little spider sat in silence for a long time.

The old crock is old and experienced a lot. It knows that it is the story it tells that makes the little spider feel sad. The little spider is so quiet because of her sad mood. It thought, I have to tell something funny to get the little spider out of the story just now. So, it tells the story of crab braiding pigtails. One day, the crab arched onto the beach and saw two little girls sitting there. One little girl braided the other girl's hair. That little girl wove and wove and wove another little girl with pigtails all over her head! The crab looks funny, so it weaves it with its eight legs. The crab weaves very carefully and with great energy, and weaves two pigtails with its six legs. But it only looked at how the little girl braided her hair, but didn't look at how the little girl untied it; When he had had enough fun and wanted to go home, only two of his eight legs were left, and he couldn't walk ... < P > Just then, the old crock suddenly stopped: "Listen, little spider-"< P > Just now, the little spider was too busy listening to the story to pay attention to other sounds; At this time, it heard, oh, the piano sound coming from the big house in the distance.

"Spider, did you hear that? It is "Yu Guang Qu"! "

It's the spider's turn to be surprised: "Old crock, I just heard this voice. How did you hear it clearly?"? How did you recognize "Fishing Light Song"? Are you deaf? Oh, your ears are deaf! "

The old crock shakes its head and shakes it again, that's right! The piano sound coming from the big house in the distance, it can be heard clearly! "This is Yu Guang Qu, which can remind me of the past and my old friends!" The 188-year-old crock is as happy as a child.

"The old crock is deaf! The old crock can hear the sound far away! The old crock can hear a fine sound! " The little spider shouted loudly, while happily climbing the shiny silk and swinging around, and the little house was rippling with joy that had never been seen before.