\u201cThe little grasshopper was learning to jump high, hopping onto the foxtail grass, hopping onto the foxtail grass. He sprang his legs and kicked his feet, \u2018Who can jump higher than me!\u2019 But the grass swayed, he took a tumble, and landed with a big bump on his head.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A group of schoolchildren was running through the grass, singing this nursery rhyme!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey, buddy, did you hear that? Take it easy, or you\u2019ll end up with a big bump on your head!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The foxtail grass shook its head from side to side and shouted at the bright green little grasshopper!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m a jumping expert, a light cavalryman of the skies\u2014I\u2019m no puny little nobody that pride alone can defeat!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As he spoke, the little grasshopper gave a gentle push with his hind legs and leaped onto the foxtail grass:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSee that? Real skill isn\u2019t just for bragging. I\u2019m off on an adventure now\u2014old friend, will you come with me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The foxtail grass swayed in the breeze and sighed deeply:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAh, how delightful it is to live a carefree life with no ties. It\u2019s a pity I can\u2019t leave the soil\u2014otherwise, my life would wither away in no time!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOld buddy, life is short. Why not choose between dying a life of mediocrity or living a life of grandeur?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The foxtail grass lowered its head in silence, then looked up at the little grasshopper with determination:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAll right, old friend, let\u2019s go on an adventure together and enjoy the thrills of life!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just as they spoke, they heard a screeching \u201cbrrrr!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh no! Run, Little Grasshopper, the monster is coming!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Little Grasshopper fluttered his wings in a start and flew high into the sky:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt really is a giant monster coming, buddy. Let\u2019s escape and go on an adventure together!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dogtail Grass, breathing in the sweet scent of fresh grass and the earthy fragrance of the soil, shed a shower of tears:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLittle Grasshopper, please take me with you! We have to leave now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The piercing \u201cvroom-vroom-vroom\u201d sound grew closer and closer. Little Grasshopper wrapped his four front legs tightly around Foxtail Grass, lifted his head, puffed out his chest, pushed off hard with his hind legs, flapped his wings, and soared upward with all his might. A sudden \u201cAh!\u201d rang out. The little grasshopper, unable to bear the pain of the foxtail grass being torn from its stem, hurriedly flew away from the scene of danger. Behind it, flowers and grasses crashed to the ground in a \u201cclatter.\u201d Without a moment to wipe the sweat from its brow, the little grasshopper, still shaken, flew toward the riverbank!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOld buddy, how are you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The little grasshopper set the foxtail grass down by the river and asked anxiously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m okay. I finally escaped the jaws of danger!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The foxtail grass embraced the little grasshopper tenderly!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A group of ants was marching in formation, carrying corn kernels. Since the little grasshopper and the foxtail grass were blocking their path, the ants shouted loudly:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat a disgusting pair\u2014cuddling in broad daylight! Move it! Don\u2019t block our path\u2014we\u2019re busy here!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dogtail Grass finally let go of Little Grasshopper:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat are you busy with? You\u2019ll never be able to eat all that grain you\u2019re carrying back!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cEven though it\u2019s summer now, we\u2019re stocking up on food for the winter!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIsn\u2019t winter still a long way off? Living just to survive all day is so boring\u2014come travel and have adventures with us!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The ants snorted in derision:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIsn\u2019t life just about staying alive and scraping by? What about these dreams of travel, adventure, and heroism\u2014can those put food on the table?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The little grasshopper picked up the foxtail grass with all four legs and left in a huff!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The little grasshopper flew and flew until he reached a cluster of trumpet flowers, which spread out like a floral net in every direction! The flowers were a kaleidoscope of colors: the blue ones looked like gems; the purple ones like amethyst; the pink ones like rose quartz. It was so beautiful that the little grasshopper and the foxtail grass couldn\u2019t bear to leave!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat beautiful flowers! How can they compare to me\u2014I\u2019m just an ugly dog\u2019s tail!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dogtail Grass sighed enviously!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The trumpet flower held its head high:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYouth is fleeting, and beauty is transient. I\u2019m savoring this wonderful moment. Hurry up and take your friend away\u2014don\u2019t block my sunlight!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The little grasshopper hopped angrily onto the trumpet flower, stinging it so hard that the flower begged for mercy. Just then, a rapid \u201cchirp, chirp\u201d sounded from nearby\u2014it turned out two crickets were fighting! They glared at each other menacingly, raising their forewings and rubbing them vigorously back and forth, each trying to make the first move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy are you fighting? Can\u2019t you get along? Why don\u2019t we go on an adventure together instead?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One cricket\u2019s eyes blazed with fury:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is my territory. What right does he have to take it? First come, first served\u2014don\u2019t you know that rule? It\u2019s driving me crazy!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The other cricket sneered:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, \u2018your territory\u2019? Don\u2019t you know that the victor is king and the loser is the enemy? Let\u2019s settle this with strength and might!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the two crickets\u2019 mandibles clamped down on each other in a fierce bite!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAmen, peace is the greatest virtue!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But the crickets fought with increasing ferocity, so the little grasshopper grabbed some foxtail grass and hurried away from the scene of the conflict!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOld buddy, let\u2019s head to the other side of the river. I could use a drink\u2014I\u2019m dying of thirst!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just as the little grasshopper was flying across the river, a little boy ran toward him:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBig grasshopper, little airplane, fly, fly, fly!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The little boy happily picked up some small stones and started throwing them at them. The little grasshopper couldn\u2019t dodge in time and plunged headfirst into the water. Dogtail Grass was soaked from head to toe. He nervously pulled the little grasshopper out and, seeing that the little grasshopper was unharmed, broke into a smile through his tears:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLittle Grasshopper, you\u2019re okay! Thank goodness! I thought you\u2019d drowned!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Little Grasshopper shook himself off and sat down on Dogtail Grass:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf course I\u2019m fine. Let me tell you a secret: my nose isn\u2019t on my head\u2014it\u2019s on my belly!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Once Little Grasshopper had rested up and Dogtail Grass had drunk his fill and regained his strength, they set off again!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Day after day passed like this. They flew east, then west, south, and north, experiencing countless adventures! But Dogtail Grass grew weaker by the day until his whole body turned withered and yellow. Finally, he hung his head and said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLittle Grasshopper\u2014oh, no, Big Grasshopper\u2014I can\u2019t go on anymore! The days I spent with you were the happiest and most joyful of my life. Thank you! I think I\u2019m about to leave you. Please don\u2019t be sad; my heart will always be with you!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The grasshopper was heartbroken. He sat beside the foxtail grass, his whole body slowly turning yellow, tears streaming down his face like a broken string. He clutched the foxtail grass tightly:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy friend, now that you\u2019re gone, my time is nearly up too. Autumn is coming, and I can\u2019t escape the cold winter after all! I don\u2019t want to keep adventuring\u2014I want to stay here with you forever!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLittle grasshopper learns to high jump, one leap onto the foxtail grass, one leap onto the foxtail grass. Legs spring, feet kick, \u2018Who can jump higher than me!\u2019 The grass sways, he takes a tumble, landing with a big bump on his head.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another group of schoolchildren ran past them singing nursery rhymes. The grasshopper sang with all his might, singing of their adventures, singing of the good life, singing of the coming harvest season!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Friends, do you hear the grasshopper\u2019s song every night? He knows life is short, and all he can leave behind is his beautiful song, so he\u2019s always there, telling the story of how he and the foxtail grass have stood by each other through thick and thin!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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